Ugh, this is SO not fun! The good news is that Cordy apparently has enough demon in her to get the orb to work...but badly. I dunno if there's a trick to it she's missing or what, but we seem to be swinging back and forth through time. Just what I always wanted to do, visit several war zones and executions like some bad Bill and Ted sequel. It's ( Read more... )

I've been feeling down ever since staking London. I honestly think she meant well, killing all those people, plus she saved Cordy. She just seemed so small and sad and just hugged her doll. Didn't put up a fight about it, if she even really knew what I was going to do. And then there was that weird flash of light when I staked her...could she ( Read more... )

I've had a lot of time to think, wandering around the asylum. Most of the time about how much I want out of this time period, which in some ways is worse than a hell dimension. Part of the time wondering about Dawn and Riley and everyone else back home, whether they got the letter, whether they're doing anything to get us the hell out of here. ( Read more... )

After Anya left, I spent the night sitting in a cupboard in an unused room in Bedlam. NOT the most restful night ever. I started wondering if Cordelia was gonna come tell me the coast was clear after a couple of hours, and then...I dunno, I guess the far-off screaming and stuff got a little hypnotic or I was more tired than I thought, and I fell ( Read more... )

Cordy pretty much rolled her eyes at us trying to rescue her from the nuthouse. Sheesh, I get it, the Powers That Be speak to her, she's on a mission. Whatever, she doesn't have to be snippy about it. She had some vision of a girl with a creepy doll inside Bedlam that she has to find and...fix, somehow. I can't really help from outside ( Read more... )

Well, Anya and I managed to get the orb thing (or something that looks like one, anyway) away from some nasty demon under London Bridge. Came away with a hell of a scrape on my back. The dress? Ruined, but hey, it's not like it was one of the silk numbers Anya and Cordy have been swishing around in. My back itches like crazy, but it seems to be ( Read more... )

Oh my God, Cordy is so living in a dreamworld. She's got it all set in her mind that Angel and Giles and whoever else are going to come sweeping in at any moment and rescue us. I mean, yes, it's totally great that she thought of sending the letter, and if it got to them then I don't have to keep worrying about Dawnie freaking out that we're dead or ( Read more... )

I don't know how she did it, but Cordy managed to do exactly what she set out to do. Got us out of the slums and and into this really nice manor house in a much better neighborhood. Like, no gin soaked peasants or sloshed gentlemen looking for hookers at night. And no stench from the fish market around the corner, thank God! All the way there in ( Read more... )

Can I just say this time period officially sucks? Not just the clothes, which are bad enough--I can barely breathe in them, let alone fight if I come across the inevitable creatures of the night. The room we've been staying in is making me claustrophobic, I'm bumping into someone every time I turn around. It's way worse than that time we all hid ( Read more... )

I closed my eyes, but not fast enough to miss getting an eyeful of the big freaking ball of light that filled the room. Then I got knocked backward by some force, and slammed into something hard ( Read more... )