001 ♬ Introduction [Voice]

[deformiwhats]

[Lorne and portals don't equal fun times. They equal very not fun times.]

...Oh, God. No, not another portal.

Why

me

?

[Into the phone.]

H-hey! Look, when I said get away, I didn't exactly mean to a crazy twisted funhouse, okay? I was thinking more, y'know, tropical! With a lack of creepy, preferably...

Comments

[supercompacted.livejournal.com]

She gives out a little laugh as he tries to find an adequate metaphor. "Maybe shaken like a five-point-oh?" she asks, raising an eyebrow. Their normal day always did feel a little like an earthquake.

She nods when he mentions a break. "Yeah. Well, I think we could use it. It's not like we didn't earn one- oh, say...three years ago. I'd like to think we came out on top for once. This place- well." She's making it out to be too nice, she thinks. "Honestly, I'm just glad to be here. And I'm so glad to see you, Lorne, you have no idea."

She smiles a very small, pleased smile and shakes her head a bit. "Maybe a little idea. And at least I can give you a real welcoming 'Welcome to the pan-dimensional Nexus', although I think I might be looking through rose-colored glasses a bit. But that's okay, I think. I like roses."

[deformiwhats.livejournal.com]

Lorne sobers a little, wishing with her that the break had arrived years ago and remembering just how bad everything had turned out in the end. "I'd rather look through rose-colored glasses right now, honestly." He's reminiscent and as a result, a little down again.

"At least a little idea, if not a bittersweet one." He nods at the bartender for a new drink and sighs. "Look, Fred, it's a little complicated. This happy, right now? It's because you and the others are here; we all get another chance to do this together. But things...they got bad."

He pauses for a little while until his new drink comes, which he drains halfway before continuing. "I'm not-- I can't give you the details, I'm nowhere near that strong. But I'm more than ecstatic to have wound up here if it had to be anywhere. No matter what crazy curses make us grow new appendages and act like loons and make the tooth fairy a mean little jerk." Lorne chuckles, now, and works to get back to the joyful reunion they had going. "Actually, that loon part might be kinda

fun

, now that I think about it."

[supercompacted.livejournal.com]

She knew things turned sour after she died. How couldn't they have? Wes tried to hide the extent of it, but she wasn't oblivious. They'd all been hurt badly, and it looks like Lorne was no exception. That place- Wolfram and Hart- she wanted to wipe it off the face of the earth.

She's still only halfway through her first drink, but that's not surprising considering her tendency to nurse them through the night. "I'm not going to ask you for the details," she says, a wavering smile still on her face. "I'll have to ask someone eventually, I know it's bad. Not yet. But I think you're right, if we had to go anywhere- this city is as good as any. We just need Charles back and we'll all be together again."

The talk of curses do lighten the mood a little, and her smile relaxes into something less likely to fall apart. "As long as we don't actually turn into loons, I think I'd be for it. This place, I think it can be really good for all of us, actually. Maybe we shouldn't call it rest, but we'll get some time to...heal. Which doesn't really sound like the right word either. But I don't know if it's too far off." She hopes not, anyway.

[deformiwhats.livejournal.com]

He nods in agreement, in part to get the ball rolling on forgetting the past, and also to get that sunny smile back on his friend's face. Satisfied with the brief mutual acknowledgment of what was and what might be, Lorne continues on their new frivolous conversation. "Definitely agreed! If I had to be turned into some kind of crazy bird, it better be a parrot, so I can talk. Or at least so I can have fabulous plumage," he joked. "Wouldn't want to lose my green, either."

Mixed in with this immense joy Lorne was feeling was also a longing for what they were. He was content to accept this copy of the way life had been, let there be no doubt. But there would always be a lingering feeling of something being not quite right. For now, he could ignore it and just be happy for the company he so loved to keep.