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Hello? Anyone home?

[Cordelia Chase's voice echoes through the empty shop. There is no storekeeper to greet her, no patrons in sight. Despite knowing better, Cordelia can't help herself. She lets the door swing shut behind hide her, small brass bell ringing with finality as it shuts. Like that, she finds herself on the Astral Plane.]

Okaaaaaay, this was a bad idea!

[She's backing up, hoping the door will bump her back. She could escape then, get back to Angel and warn him of this place.]

Cordelia, you knew better, what were you thinking?! [She scolds herself until her wide brown eyes really take in the gravity of the situation.]

Well crap. Just great. Stuck on some stupid plane, somewhere in some horrible dimension and no one even saw you go in!

[With a frown and crossed arms, she looks over the star scape. Cordelia is not impressed.]

Wesley you better use your giant dorky brain to figure this out and fast! I do NOT want to spend my days here with no salons, no boutiques, no aspirin, and no big broody boss hanging around to keep the creeps away!

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[thoughtful frown] I don't know if you'd be held to that anyway, since you just got here. [a slight smile, a slight shrug] I voted for myself.

[and then she grins] And I'm not a cop, so it's not my business what you drink. [then the smile falters and fails] ...I'm sorry about that, by the way. Angel told me - not the details, but...

[Cordelia hadn't considered voting for herself as an option, if only because she was afraid of the unknown consequences of a new place.]

Well, even when you were a cop, I think we gave you headaches of a far more serious nature than underage drinking.

[Looking a little sad when Kate points out the obvious, Cordy nods.]

Yeah, sometimes there is just some much evil crap in this world that we lose a good one. Getting tired of feeling like the bad guys always end up with the upper hand, you know?

[snort] Like you wouldn't believe. Bit easier to sympathise with you now, though.

[sad, sympathetic smile] I know. I lost a few partners - a few friends - and it never gets easier. [shakes her head] Working on your own has its upsides.

Yeah, it's hard not to think people are just wackos until you meet your first vampire or demon.

[Remembering her early days at Sunnydale, she'd been in denial for so long about the supernatural. Who knew, now, that she and Kate would have so much in common when they looked back.]

Sometimes, I almost want that. But I can't stand all that boring reading Wes does and, honestly, Angel is a lot more suited to the heavy lifting and getting covered in guts than me.