( it's not like she's scared of the dark

but like.

fuck man.

this isn't your normal every day darkness. this is advanced darkness. and okay, maybe she shouldn't be watching so many cartoons even as an adult, but if ever there's been an accurate quote about the fucked up situation she's found herself in it's the one from the yellow talking sponge apparently.

by the time Cordelia presses through the darkness, she slams herself against the door, gasping as panic threatens to overwhelm her. she stays for a long minute, feeling the cool metal of the door against her cheeks as she tries to calm the panic down. she opens one eye slowly, then another, then finally leans away from the door.

she's in a radio station. a pretty old one, too.

she rubs at her head, trying to rub memories back into her mind that might fill her in on what the fuck she did last night to end up in this situation, but nothing ever comes to her. ) Hello? ( she tries, but when no one says "hello" back- ) I'll just... I'm going to let myself out now, okay?

( she turns the handle on the door, still watching behind her as if the very room might come to life if she takes her eyes off it for a second, and steps through the door

and lands on her face as the door is apparently not directly connected to the ground below. )

Fuck! ( she exclaims, pulling herself up from the ground and rubbing at her thigh, which she hit the hardest. ) Please tell me no one saw that.

( there's things about being a wizard that make life in this place downright annoying. everything feels wrong here. if she were home, the Magic Order would be having a field day trying to repair this place.

if she were home, of course.

she could try to go home, but the problem is she doesn't know where home is from here. it'd be like taking a blind leap from a flying helicopter and hoping you landed on the exact island you wanted and not the damn ocean. she knows better than to make that leap...


but this sun bears down on her, and the longer she walks she feels it. the places where reality feels thin. where she thinks she can just about reach through it...

she has to try. she has to do something.

she takes out her wand, passing it in front of her as she tries to tear through that thin veil and into the other side-

and there it is. a moon. )

One dimension down. ( she grins broadly to herself. ) Who knows how many mo-

( she falls to her knees, grabbing her stomach as pain erupts from her. she screams from the migraine that causes blood to drip from her nose. she looks on the verge of throwing up, bent over and nearly heaving as she holds her middle. ) Oh fuck, oh fuck. ( she's trembling, her eyes sharp with panic as pain wracks through her body. )

Help, please!

( open to any and all other prompts. pm me or pp at magickal if you have any questions! Cordelia speaks English. )