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amusement and fun.
Chapter 1 of "Yet Another Apocalypse"
Cordelia was staring in the mirror, her eyes
reflected back at her and they looked tired. '3
days,' she thought to herself. Angel Investigations
had been swamped for the past three days. None of
them had gotten more than two hours of sleep.
Cordelia was startled when she heard a loud knocking
coming from the main lobby. She emerged from the
bathroom to see a gorgeous deliveryman standing by
the front desk.
"Hello," she said, fixing up her currently unruly
hair. The deliveryman smiled showing a mouth full of
pearly whites.
"Can you sign for this package?" He said, never losing
the smile and extending the pen to Cordelia.
"I'm Cordelia," she said, never losing eye contact.
She took the pen and signed the clipboard.
"Tom," he said putting the pen away.
"Hey Cor?" Gunn asked coming down the stairs. She
turned to glance at Gunn and then returned her gaze to
Tom, whose smile had turned to a frown. He looked
away from her and rushed out of the Hyperion.
"Was it something I said?" she mumbled to Gunn.
"Nah," he said reaching for Cordelia's ear. "I think
it's the green slime you've got all over you." He
laughed as he showed her a huge glob he'd gotten from
her hair.
"Ewwww," she screeched rushing upstairs for the
shower.
Gunn laughed as she ran screaming. He looked at the
package and called out to Wesley. Wesley came from
the back office with a book in hand. "Package."
Wesley walked over to the front desk, "Who is it
from?"
"Doesn't say..." Gunn picked up the small package.
"It's heavy." Wesley took the box and started pulling
at the tape. Once it was open he lifted out a
tattered scroll.
* * * * * * * * * *
Jason climbed the stone steps leading up from the
circus. As he made it to the top, he nearly tripped
over a package that was sitting in the middle of the
cramped foyer. He cursed before kneeling down to
inspect the box. It was addressed to Jean-Claude. He
sighed as he picked up the small box.
"Damn," he mumbled. it was heavier than it looked and
the bad assumption threw him slightly off balance. He
went back down the stairs to put the package in a
better spot where Jean-Claude would see it. He put
the package on a glass coffee table in the front room
and then ran back up the stairs and out so he could
run his errands.
Chapter 1 of "Yet Another Apocalypse"
Cordelia was staring in the mirror, her eyes
reflected back at her and they looked tired. '3
days,' she thought to herself. Angel Investigations
had been swamped for the past three days. None of
them had gotten more than two hours of sleep.
Cordelia was startled when she heard a loud knocking
coming from the main lobby. She emerged from the
bathroom to see a gorgeous deliveryman standing by
the front desk.
"Hello," she said, fixing up her currently unruly
hair. The deliveryman smiled showing a mouth full of
pearly whites.
"Can you sign for this package?" He said, never losing
the smile and extending the pen to Cordelia.
"I'm Cordelia," she said, never losing eye contact.
She took the pen and signed the clipboard.
"Tom," he said putting the pen away.
"Hey Cor?" Gunn asked coming down the stairs. She
turned to glance at Gunn and then returned her gaze to
Tom, whose smile had turned to a frown. He looked
away from her and rushed out of the Hyperion.
"Was it something I said?" she mumbled to Gunn.
"Nah," he said reaching for Cordelia's ear. "I think
it's the green slime you've got all over you." He
laughed as he showed her a huge glob he'd gotten from
her hair.
"Ewwww," she screeched rushing upstairs for the
shower.
Gunn laughed as she ran screaming. He looked at the
package and called out to Wesley. Wesley came from
the back office with a book in hand. "Package."
Wesley walked over to the front desk, "Who is it
from?"
"Doesn't say..." Gunn picked up the small package.
"It's heavy." Wesley took the box and started pulling
at the tape. Once it was open he lifted out a
tattered scroll.
* * * * * * * * * *
Jason climbed the stone steps leading up from the
circus. As he made it to the top, he nearly tripped
over a package that was sitting in the middle of the
cramped foyer. He cursed before kneeling down to
inspect the box. It was addressed to Jean-Claude. He
sighed as he picked up the small box.
"Damn," he mumbled. it was heavier than it looked and
the bad assumption threw him slightly off balance. He
went back down the stairs to put the package in a
better spot where Jean-Claude would see it. He put
the package on a glass coffee table in the front room
and then ran back up the stairs and out so he could
run his errands.