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10 September 2005 @ 05:42 pm
 
"Alright kid. It's just me and you. Staring contest...first one to blink loses. Ready, Set, GO!"

I gripped the sides of the sink as I had a staring contest with myself in the bathroom mirror. My eyes were begining to sting and water, just as the bathroom door slammed open. The unexpected noise made me blink. The woman who had entered gave me a strange look and hurried to lock herself inside one of the stalls. I squinted my eyes at my reflection in the mirror.

Another draw. Next time you are going down.

I giggled to myself as I wiped my eyes and made my way out of the Wolfram and Hart bathrooms. It was true, I was back at work and holding up very nicely according to Jenny and Giles. I was just so BORED. Things had been insanely quiet at the law offices of the Wolf, Ram, and Hart. I know that the magick department was still pretty new here, but still! It seems like we never had as much to do as the rest of the other departments. So to amuse myself I would wander the halls people watching, and have staring contests with myself in the bathroom mirrors. Pathetic.

After meandering around for another little while, I decided to get in a good tour of this place. With the few months that we've been here, I still didn't know where everything was. Humming the mission impossibe theme to myself I began poking my nose where it most certainly did not belong.

(A futile attempt to keep this game from dying. Open to anyone who still wants to play)
 
 
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Mr. Congeniality: andy hallett2lornegreen on September 11th, 2005 09:45 am (UTC)
I'm blind! I'm blind!

Okay, well, technically, I'm not actually blind, but my vision seemed to be a little on the un-saturated side. And by un-saturated, I mean, colourless - as in 'lack of auras'.

Maybe it was a side effect of this newly-human disposition, or maybe I had just partied a little too hard last night (evidence to the latter by the means of the not one, but two houseguests I had to remove from my penthouse this morning, wink, nudge). Either way, this whole concept just didn't sit right with me.

I should have taken the day off, that much is for sure. But I came in anyway, like the trooper I am, hangover and all. I wouldn't let the lack of auras bother me - or at least, let anyone know it was bothering me until I figured out what exactly was going on. No one needed to know I was doubting myself and my abilities.

So as I wandered through the halls, trying to keep the worried expression on my face at bay, I came across a shock of red hair semingly carrying out a private investigation of the building. "Well hey there, Pixie-Cat," I said to the witch as I approached her from behind, forcing a fake grin on my newly gorgeous human face. "Er, it's Willow, right?"
Willow: Nerd Moment!willowberry on September 12th, 2005 04:27 am (UTC)
I had been peering around the door of a seemingly empty office when a man's voice spoke behind me.

Busted!

As I turned I put on what I hoped was an innocent/apologetic face and prayed that I wouldn't get reamed. Wait a minute, he knew my name? Oh no. Did I know him? I'm usually pretty good at remembering a face, but I was pretty darn sure I hadn't seen him before. Although there was something about the quality of his voice...

I decided to pretend that I knew who he was. Maybe he would drop me a few hints as to his secret identity.

"Hey there!" I plastered a smile across my face. "Yep! I am of the Willowness. I guess you caught me," I said sheepishly. "I just got sort of bored sitting around with nothing to do. Thought I could make some fun of my own. Should I not be sticking my nose around here?"
Mr. Congeniality: andy hallett2lornegreen on September 13th, 2005 01:33 am (UTC)
I gave Willow a small chuckle and my eyes shifted to the door of the office she was about to look into. I suddenly frowned.

"I don't know why you'd want to stick your nose in there," I said with a hint of disdain. I pointed at the writing on the door. "That's Frank Morley's office, he deals with the traffic infractions. Bor-ring. That cat couldn't be anymore of a square if he was box. Nothing interesting in his office, Cupcake, let me tell you."

I gave her a grin and lowered my voice, and used the back of my hand to shield my voice from passerbys. "You want a worthwhile snoop, I suggest checking out the office on the 6th floor that deals with all of our clients that were busted for indecent exposure," I whispered. "Now there's an exciting department. Well, not as exciting as mine of course."

I chuckled again, and then perked an eyebrow. "So can I ask exactly why you're snooping around here, anyway?" I asked her, rubbing the back of my neck. "N-not that I really care, mind you. But shouldn't you be doing magick stuff in your own department?"
Willow: My Head In The Cloudswillowberry on September 14th, 2005 03:40 am (UTC)
I wrinkled my nose up as he told me about traffic infractions guy. I thought the office had a weird sort of smell to it anyway...kind of like stale bread. Shutting the door I moved closer to my confidant, "Indecent Exposure?" I couldn't help the tiny blush that rose into my cheeks.

To distract myself I started to move further along the hallway, motioning for him to follow me. I still couldn't figure out who he was and I knew it was going to drive me crazy all day if I didn't. "Well, surprisingly, there isn't very much for the magic department to do...and Angel is sort of hesitant to let me get too into any of the projects. I had a slight hitch with a spell a while back and ended up.." I scrunched up my face and looked at his very shiny shoes, "bringing a few people back from the dead." I figured I could leave it at that. I didn't need everyone knowing about my magick addictions.

"But what about you?" I asked with a lopsided smirk, "You look like you've been spending more time at the beach then in the office."
Mr. Congeniality: andy hallett2lornegreen on September 14th, 2005 04:31 am (UTC)
It suddenly dawned on me that I hadn't made mention to Willow who I was, or why I was the way I was. I guess that would explain why she seemed a bit hesitant to strike up a conversation with some random (yet unbelievably attractive) guy who just happened along. Not in a place where you could trust pretty much no one.

"Spent more time at the beach yesterday than I have in my whole entire life, Puddin'," I told her with a wicked grin. "Which is well, pretty much the only time I can say I've been there."

I chuckled to myself. "I guess it would help to tell you that you're currently talking to the Lorne Formerly Sporting Green," I explained. "I don't know if word got around to your neck of the woods, but I went through a bit of a transformation a couple days ago, and as you can probably tell - not complaining about the results."

I did a spin to give her the full effect of my gorgeousness, although I knew this Kitten swung the other way so she could probably care less. Me on the other hand? I couldn't pass up an opportunity to strut my stuff, you know how these things go.

"The whole thing is taking a bit to get used to, though" I explained to her, more or less referring to my inability to see auras - which I was definately pawning off as me still getting used to my new body. They'd come back eventually, I knew they would..
Willow: Thinking Myself In A Holewillowberry on September 14th, 2005 04:48 am (UTC)
Realization spread over my face as my mystery guy finally revealed who he was. Lorne! I should have known that voice! I grinned and clapped my hands together as he did a catwalk spin for me to show off his new look.

"Woowee." I said, "Check you out. If I was still into boys..." I stopped myself, "men...." This time I cocked my head to the side "Demons? Erm..." I squinted my eyes a bit, "whatever, you would have to pry me off you with a crowbar."

My large eyes fixated on his very human features, I studied him. "So what happened, I mean, was this a spell or something?"
Mr. Congeniality: andy hallett2lornegreen on September 14th, 2005 05:19 am (UTC)
I tugged on the lapels of my suitcoat and grinned at her. "Don't think magic's at fault here, Pumpkin-Nut," I told her. "Just, more or less a strange reaction to some demon slime."

She gave me a perked eyebrow in response.

"I-I had a client the other day," I backtracked as I tried to explain myself. "He was a Plingu demon, they're known for being overly slimy. I shook hands with him and a couple hours later, after I passed out from the dizzyspells and nausea, I woke up like this."

I chuckled. "It's been a great couple of days," I went on. "I've been able to do a lot of things that you guys take for granted, like going to the mall or the beach, or even walking down the street in the middle of the day. Plus I went nightclubbing the other night and had the time of my life. I never knew what I was missing!"

Until now. I'm missing the auras. The very thought still troubled me.
Willow: Someones Prayerwillowberry on September 14th, 2005 05:43 am (UTC)
The story slowly fell into place. Plingu demon. Slime-o-rama. Loss of green hue and horns. I watched his animated frame and smiled. No wonder everyone loved this guy. He probablly could have won over even Principal Snyder.

I watched him as he continued on though. Something seemed just a little bit off. Although his outside demenor was cheerful, there was something in his eyes that just didn't sit right with me. "Is there something else?" I asked him, rubbing the back of my neck.

"I know that seems like something kind of out of the blue to ask...it just seems like something isn't all there." I rolled my eyes up as I tried to think of what Buffy had told me Lorne was all about. Entertainment division. Oh! He was psychic...something about singing and auras. I cocked my head, "You can't see auras anymore can you?"
Mr. Congeniality: andy hallett2lornegreen on September 14th, 2005 05:54 am (UTC)
I sighed in resignation and slumped my shoulders. I didn't really want to admit to myself that my ability was gone - although I still had no proof it had completely vanished. There was still the chance it would come back.

But was I that transparent, that someone who didn't really know me that well could tell that I wasn't being completely myself? "You hit the nail on the head, Sweet-Pie," I sighed, rubbing the back of my neck wearily. "I was hoping everything would come back to me once I settled into this skin, but so far, I haven't been so lucky."

Now that I thought about it, without my sense, I felt extremely vulnerable. It had always been a part of who I was, and it was the reason why Angel had come to me in the first place. Without my ability to read people, I really was just average Joe. I didn't have any strength or fighting abilities, and compared to Freddles' gigantic brain, I was nothing but a complete and utter imbecile. The only thing I had going for me now was my looks, and unless I could charm the evil away, I had nothing. The thought suddenly depressed me, and I sighed again.

"Maybe you could crack a few notes for me, Sugar," I suggested, "And it'll be the deciding point of whether or not I have my ability."
Willowwillowberry on September 14th, 2005 06:09 am (UTC)
I watched as the wonderfully charismatic man before me seemed almost to deflate in front of my eyes. I chewed on the corner of my lip, wondering if there was anything I could do to help him...Of course my first thought was a spell, but considering I had just gotten back into the swing of things, I wouldn't be the best candidate for "fix the Lorne". I would check with Tara later on tonight. Maybe she find a way to help him.

As I drifted back to the here and now from my little whirlwind of thoughts, what Lorne had just said sunk in. Sing? Me? Oh this couldn't be pretty. I was about to refuse, when I saw the look on his face. He looked downright depressed. "Alright," I took a deep breath and began to sing

"Driving away from the wreck of the day,
And the light's always red in the rear-view.
Desperately close to a coffin of hope
I'd cheat destiny just to be near you"


I threw some glances out of the corners of my eyes to make sure no one nearby heard me. Apparently it wasn't too out of the ordinary, because aside from Lorne no one even looked at me.
Mr. Congeniality: andy hallett2lornegreen on September 14th, 2005 06:57 am (UTC)
As Willow sang, I centered my concentration upon her, closing my eyes and allowing my mind to open up. Then I waited.

Nothing.

No moving pictures, no flashes, no visions. Just my own thoughts, and Willow's voice. The silence in my head, the helpless feeling of trying to grasp for something that isn't there - it was the scariest thing i've ever experienced.

"Oh God," I said in a whisper, bringing my hand up to my mouth. I looked at Willow, almost completely mortified. "It's gone. There's nothing there."

Gee, who'd'a thunk that a Pylean's ability to read destinies would vanish when he was suddenly no longer a Pylean? Geesh. I'd been in total denial the entire time, but I now had to admit to myself that I had nothing. What the hell was I going to do?

I couldn't let anyone know. I mean, Angel had sometimes used me to help weed out the bad apples around here. If I wasn't able to do that, who's to say what people would get away with around here.

"We have to do something," I said to Willow, finally.
Willow: How Appropriatewillowberry on September 14th, 2005 11:39 pm (UTC)
If I had thought Lorne was starting to look bad before it was nothing compared to the look on his face after I finished singing. Somehow, I really doubted that the look had anything to do with my inability to hold a tune. My heart went out to the poor guy.

"We?" My voice came out tiny and high pitched. I sucked in a breath, fixing this would definately be venturing into magick territory. I wasn't sure if I was ready for anything this big yet. I mean, I had just come back to work!

Of course one more look at his face and there was no way I could refuse him. "Of course." I tugged at the bottom of my shirt, my mind already racing. "You said it was a Plingu that did this to you? I'm pretty sure we delt with one of those back in Sunnydale...he was grouchy." I chewed on my fingernail as I went through some spell specifics in my head. "Do you think you can get some more Plingu slime? If you can do that, then I am positive that I can do the rest. We'll have you back to normal in no time..."

Without noticing it, a grin had spread across my face. I was back in the swing of things you know? Helping. Yet again an intricate part of the Scooby Gang.
Mr. Congeniality: andy hallett2lornegreen on September 16th, 2005 01:54 am (UTC)
"I dunno, Scrumptious," I said to her with a resignated sigh, "The only Plingu I know is the one who did this to me, and we didn't really part on good terms, you know? All because I wouldn't help him land a record deal. That cat couldn't hold a tune if he tried, but he was hell bent on getting himself some 'boy-band' cred. And let me tell you, the way he looks? He musta been crazy to even consider the idea."

The whole ordeal just gave me a headache. I didn't want to put up with Fritz's garbage again, but if it was the only way to fix this..

"What kind of magic-mojo did you have in mind, Willowtree?" I asked her, curious, yet a bit afraid. I didn't want to end up with 6 horns, after all. I heaved a sigh. "I'll call Fritz and get him to come back tomorrow morning. I'll lie and say I'm reconsidering his contract. Sound good?"
Willow: Who Is That Girl?willowberry on September 25th, 2005 02:58 am (UTC)
I chewed on the corner of my lip thinking. "You know, none of us recognized you with your shiny new human body...maybe Fritz?" I paused for a moment. A demon named Fritz? Ah well...

"Maybe Fritz won't recognize you either. You could pretend to be some freelance agent interested in," I softened my voice and pulled out my 'Jazzhands,' "making him a star!"

Okay, so I'm not the best with the jokes..."It's nothing too serious. Your basic spell reversal. You'll be fine."
Mr. Congeniality: andy hallett2lornegreen on September 29th, 2005 01:54 am (UTC)
Just the thought of even teasing Fritz with a record deal made my skin crawl. And the fact that the skin I was in wasn't even mine made it all the worse. I shuddered.

"Alright, I'll give him a call and get him to come down here, pronto," I told her. "But I don't know how I am going to go about getting a sample of his slime. I can't exactly outright ask him if I can, you know, milk him or anything. Because that's just wrong on so many levels. And heaven knows what would happen if I got doused again. I might turn into something else, like a zebra. And as fabulous as I look in stripes, I think I look even better in green."

I scratched at the stubble on my chin, wondering to myself how I would go about this little endeavor. Oh well, I'd think of something.

"Anyhow, I'll get on that," I continued, "And how about I give you a ring when I am good to go. That way it'll give you some time to prepare for it. Sound like a plan?"