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[sisabet]

So I forgot to eat at lunchtime, but this was not going to be a big deal, as it is Monday and I'll eat tonight at Dawn's - I can just grab stuff out of the vending machine to keep my blood sugar stableish.

Except someone got sick and puked right outside my cubicle and after we cleaned it up and I sprayed and sprayed the area - the smell is still here. Maybe it is my imagination. I'm feeling kind of sick now. And woozy. Crap.

I saw a movie like this once. Everyone got trapped in the office building and this disease spread and they all died and it all started with one co-worker getting sick right outside the hero's cubicle. Except I don't think I really saw that movie, I only remember it.

Anyway - I forgot this was casual week (cause of T-giving) and I am wearing non-casual, businessy clothes and don't fancy getting trapped in this building in uncomfortable pants.

Although... that would make a cool fic. Okay - so Illyria is working as a temp for this, I don't know, insurance company (not likely due to privacy laws and cheap ass companies not paying for office support, but fictional world, yadda, yadda, yadda, suspension of reality) because I love the idea of Illyria having to work in a florescent lit cubicle infested Office-Spacey space. And she is there for many reasons - 1. Angel suspects that there are demon sacrifices, something evil, whatever and 2. Someone has to pay the bills and Spike is fairly useless at generating regular income and Angel is too freaking depressed on a day to day basis - plus disfigured right now (but more on that later) to really do anything, so Illyria goes to work.

Did I mention that Illyria, Spike and Angel are living in a run down motel on the outskirts of Phoenix? Did I mention that Angel's left ear (Miss M - I am pretty certain it is the left ear) along with the left side of his face was burned off by the dragon? I mean - he looks pretty horrible now, but we all know it is only temporary.

Since I have never been to Phoenix, it is hard to write this fic and so I don't but I like the name and the heat and the arridness I imagine would be present there as a place that would draw Angel and what little company he has left to stop and stay there. For at least a while.

And one of the episodes of Wacky Happenings that occur there is someone vomits outside of Illyria's cubicle, ancient prophecies are fulfilled, and also - someone pulls the fire alarm.

Well, now I am at least entertained. Still stinks and I still feel sick to my stomach, but my feelings of distaste are nothing compared to Illyria's so I can deal.

Comments

[luminosity]

Illyria should work for Happy Time. She walks into her interview with Delores and says, "in my time, we roasted big brown eyes over a flaming spit, fueled by the enemies of my worshippers--is there dental?"

Ooh, and she and Crystal should try to stare each other down, but instead, they both discover an affinity for chocolate-creme filled Napoleons. Or she could ask George why her face keeps changing, unlike the muck-borne demons' and yet not unpleasant....

Or they'd make her FILE.

[sisabet.livejournal.com]

Collate!! George makes Illyria Collate!

I think obviously that is just what Happy Time needs - Illyria.

[aimeelicious]

That is so GROSS! I don't cope well with barfing. If I were you I'd be queasy and trembling for hours. It's not your imagination, the smell lingers in the air a long time. Ewwww, I'm so sorry to hear about this unfortunate situation.

*pets you from a safe distance*

Illyria would have no patience with such human frailty, it would annoy her and she'd likely rant a bit about how she would have outlawed barfing when she was all-powerful.

[sisabet.livejournal.com]

Well to be certain, it is not pleasant and all, but it isn't like I haven't cleaned up worse before. It usually has to be really bad to get to me.

It just seems to be really getting to me right now.

[aimeelicious]

You're lucky to be so immune to it. I do hope you feel better soon though, and the air cleans out, so you can go give the vending machine its due. =)

[ex-dovil323.livejournal.com]

Ewww, you poor thing! You need to stick biohazard tape around the place and go home.

That story idea needs to be written. Angel can be moody and turn over on his uncomfortably thin mattress so the neon light from the motel sign flickers over his burnt and disfigured face. And Illyria and Spike can get drunk on cider and play twister. Okay, I lost it.

I pet your fic idea, but not the area outside your cubicle.

[skipthedemon.livejournal.com]

Drat. Now, see, last night I was writing about Spike's burns, and Angel's broken back. And Connor and Illyria flailing around trying to get them healed up and chase down the last of the demon army. But they are in the Hyperion, not Phoenix. For, ahem, very good reasons I will write about as soon as I get home.

[piper47.livejournal.com]

Since I have never been to Phoenix, it is hard to write this fic and so I don't but I like the name and the heat and the arridness I imagine would be present there as a place that would draw Angel and what little company he has left to stop and stay there. For at least a while.

If Spike, Illyria and Angel were all in Phoenix, I would enjoy living here a hell of a lot more.