chasingangela: (Default)
BEEEP!

Hi. This is Angela. Leave a message and I'll call you back sometime. Bye.

[OOC: In creating this journal, the author has assumed the identity of a fictional person for use in the role-playing game [livejournal.com profile] fandomhigh, for the sole purpose of entertainment, without intending to obtain a benefit or to injure or defraud either the person who created the fictional person, or any reader of this content. The author does not purport to be the creator of the fictional person, or to be affiliated with the creator, or with any person or entity with an interest in the fictional person. The author does not claim to be the person who is being used as the graphical representation of that fictional person, nor intend to obtain a benefit or to injure or defraud that person by use of their image.]
chasingangela: (concentrating)
Over Thanksgiving at the Chase house, Marty had cracked a joke about Brian Krakow. Instead of laughs he got a lot of blank looks from the family and an uneasy shrug from Angela.

Marty didn't think anything about it. Not even a few days later when calls and e-mails started bouncing back whenever he tried to contact Marcella.

Only now? No one seemed to remember Danielle. And when they watched the weather this morning while getting ready for school and work, they noticed that half the United States was missing.

"Grab whatever you can," Marty said quietly as he reached for his cell phone to call Portalocity. "I'll see if we can get a portal out of here."

Angela frowned briefly -- she was never as big a fan of portaling off into the unknown as Marty was -- but realized she could see no other choice. She went to get bags for herself and Abby together, trying to make it into a game so Abby wouldn't complain too much about missing music day at preschool.

Once they were gathered, she and Abby stood in the living room swaying a little under the weight of their loaded backpacks and winter coats.

"Could you get one?," she asked, while Abby went to attack Marty's legs.

"Yep! Looks like we're going to Fandom." Marty said with false-cheerfulness as he picked up Abby and headed for the door. "Looks like that might be the safest place. And with only seven layovers. Isn't that nice? But we've got to leave. As in right now."

"As in right --" Okay, this would not be a good time for Angela to totally break down sobbing, would it?

As they walked down the street, Angela noticed things were even worse than the news had shown. Shops that had been on their block as long as they'd lived here were missing, and even the New York skyline in the horizon had changed. The weirdest part of it all was that no one around them seemed the least bit alarmed as they stepped past spreading pools of inky black.

Angela tried to keep up a steady stream of chatter for Abby's sake, though she was pretty dismal at it. "And you'll get to meet Auntie Parker, and Aunt Rory and her daughter, and Auntie Zero, and -- Marty? Who else do you think will be there?"

Marty had been looking off into the distance, trying to determine the safest route to the portal and had only been half-listening. "Um. Auntie Zero. Aunt Rory. Maybe Uncle Angel and Uncle Xander and-"

Marty looked up into the sky and saw the clouds coming in from the horizon. He looked over at Angela, worry etched across his face. "-And a whole bunch of other people you haven't met. Did I ever tell you about my pet chicken? I bet she's there."

"Camilla!" Angela said. "Right. I bet she's just been waiting for us."

Abby gave her a quizzical look at the false cheer. The kind part -- or perhaps the unkind part -- was that the girl didn't seem to realize things were disappearing.

Things were disappearing way too fast, Angela thought, and took two quick steps forward to catch up to Marty. "You and Abby should go ahead," she whispered. "I'll catch up. I just want to call Rory and Anakin so they know" -- what happened -- "we're on our way."

Marty hesitated as looked to the oncoming clouds and back at Angela. "I don't want to leave you behind," he whispered back. "Are you sure you can keep up?"

Angela wasn't sure at all. She nodded anyhow. "You can run faster carrying her," she said, not able to point out how close the clouds were, how likely it was they'd have to run the rest of the way. "I'll find you."

Marty leaned over to give her a fast kiss. "Hurry," he pleaded before swooping Abby up on his shoulders and rushed off. "Now, Abby, have I ever told you about my friend Nadia who could make a sound like a lobster?" he asked right before he turned the corner.

Angela didn't take the time to watch them go. OhGodPleasePickUp, she prayed, head down and still running as her trembling fingers dialed, but of course she got voice mail.

[OOC: Preplayed one last time with the splendid [livejournal.com profile] oatmanspatient.]
chasingangela: (facepalm)
Marty wasn't hovering really. He was just listening intently to the baby monitor with a magazine sitting on his lap that he was pretending to read.

And really a case of the sniffles wasn't too much to worry about, but he could have sworn he heard a small cough coming through the speaker.

"Think she's getting sick?"

"I don't know," Angela said, sounding weary. "If she is, I am too. I was sneezing so hard in class that I had to leave."

More domesticity back here! )

[OOC: Preplayed with the fabulous-even-in-his-absence [livejournal.com profile] oatmanspatient. NFB, NFI, OOC OK.]
chasingangela: (name sidelong)
Angela took a break from studying the history of the Gothic novel to surf the Internet. She didn't get much time to herself; catching up on news was important to ensure she could talk about something that wasn't Blue's Clues and baby food.

But when she saw one headline, she started to laugh and had to send off a short email:

From: akchase@uny.edu
To: Fandom High List
Subject: TINY ME WAS RIGHT

Look, bathing really does give you the plague! Science proved it: http://news.bbc.co.uk/2/hi/health/8254206.stm.

How is everyone?

-A


[OOC: Open to emails, etc., and with thanks to [livejournal.com profile] oatmanspatient for throwing this link at me.]
chasingangela: (name sidelong)
In a way, it was a blessing the portal had handwavily because I am a slacker come for Angela just moments after sucking Marty up.

It meant that, while she had to spend two nights in post-Civil War Massachusetts being laced into a corset, sipping tea, and dodging a chatty girl who insisted Angela was the mirror of her dear dead sister Beth, she had no idea Marty and Abby were missing.

When the return portal dropped her at home, she dialed Marty's number, left him a message so he'd know she was okay, and then went to take a long hot bath. She had missed modern plumbing.

[OOC: For That Guy.]
chasingangela: (name sidelong)
Every morning there's a halo hanging
from the corner of my girlfriend's four post bed
I know it's not mine but I'll see if I can use it for
the weekend or a one-night stand


The guy who wouldn't quit blaring Sugar Ray in the UNY student lounge? He was going to die. Painfully. Possibly with the CD down his throat.

Granted, Angela usually wouldn't be cranky about something like that. But, usually, Abby was a baby who was willing to sleep for more than 90 minutes at a stretch. And, usually, she and Marty were able to use the time when the baby slept to do ... grown-up, tension-relieving things that just hadn't been happening. And usually, she didn't have a European History midterm in two hours that she had hardly managed to study at all for. And, usually, she hadn't decided cramming in a sticky student lounge chair was her best hope at even pretending to be focused enough to pass the test.

And now she had to deal with Mr. Every Morning.

I know it's not mine and I know she thinks she loves me
but I never can believe what she said
Something so deceiving


Angela pried herself out of the chair and went to say something to him. "Excuse me?"

He looked up with a painfully stupid expression on his sideburned face. "Yeah?"

"Can you turn it down?"

"What's your problem?"

Angela must have been channeling someone with a spine for once. She reached down and firmly shut off the CD player. "Do you really want to find out?"

He gave her a bitch is crazy look, but scurried away.

The Korean conversational circle chatting in the corner applauded as Angela went back to her notes.

[OOC: Open for phone calls or what-not.]
chasingangela: (name sidelong)
There was a lot of screaming in the Chase-Blank household today.

Most of it came from the nine-pound being who found the entire prospect of having her diaper changed, eating and then going down for a nice nap objectionable in the extreme. The tears, though -- those were mostly Angela's.

Finally she got Abby to sleep in her swing, then sat on the couch with her eyes closed. She should have been working on a paper that was already past its due date. She was more than half asleep within ten minutes ...

When Abby started to whimper again.


[OOC: Open to phonecalls, unexpected visitors, or the fiancé.]
chasingangela: (name sidelong)
The day after the shocking revelation about Abby's paternity, the family gathered at a mainland clinic for DNA testing. Angela clenched Abby's hand in her own as she nervously waited for the nurse to come in and make the announcement that could change all of their lives forever.

Abby, however, seemed to be enjoying the entire thing... )

[OOC: Preplayed with [livejournal.com profile] oatmanspatient and [livejournal.com profile] demonbelthazor, who rock the socks. NFB due to distance.]
chasingangela: (happy)
Their daughter was here.

Their daughter was here.

All of the doubts of the last eight months, and the bizarreness of the last 24 hours -- and let's not get into the hijinks needed to keep the hospital staff from noticing when mommy went back to being daddy mere hours after the baby was born -- faded away, and Angela was left with perfection.

Marty was still asleep; even though going back to being a male had repaired much of the damage from childbirth, he still needed to rest. The baby, too, was slumbering. The grandparents were on their way.

And Angela sent an email. )

[OOC: Open for anyone who wants to write back; [livejournal.com profile] oatmanspatient modded with permission.]
chasingangela: (half face)
Saturday night.

Party night.

Date night.

Or, for Angela Chase, the night to be busy on her computer, toggling between a paper on Queen Victoria she was writing for her history class, a website about strange pregnancy cravings, and the budget she was trying to make for the summer.

She stretched her arms over her head, ready for a break.

[OOC: For that dude she lives with, but open for other phone calls.]
chasingangela: (half face)
It was Angela's 19th birthday, but she didn't have any plans to celebrate, really. She'd let herself have a caramel latte at work --- ooh, rebellion -- and was now flopped on her bed, trying to do some reading for her women's lit final.

Of course, Virginia Woolf wouldn't do her much good if she didn't make it past freshman year, but Angela wasn't letting herself think that far ahead.

[OOC: For meeeeeee, but open to anybody who remembers her birthday.]
chasingangela: (talking and slightly shocked)
Angela planned to get to the apartment much, much earlier. She did.

But after the tests, and the ... more tests, and the clinic, she ... she kind of lost herself, for a little bit, and ended up wandering the city, scarcely noticing what streets she was on. Eventually, she realized she was in front of Marty's apartment building, and decided this was a sign.

When knocking on the door brought no response, she let herself in with her key and settled cross-legged on the floor to wait. She tried to read, but the words melted together on the page. So she just sat in the gathering darkness.
chasingangela: (sepia)
Angela came back from her French class and struggled to breathe in through her clogged sinuses, than made a face. "Meg?" she called to her roommate. "What is that stench?"

"Angela! Hi!" Meghan said, and for once she sounded almost nice. From experience, Angela knew that meant nothing good had happened. "Remember how I was trying to convince you to use henna and you wouldn't?"

"Like two weeks ago," Angela conceded, dropping her backpack and sniffing again. Her sense of smell was almost shot, but the aroma in the room reminded her of a mixture of zombie sweat and rancid oatmeal.

"Um, right," Meghan said. "Anyhow, I mixed up a batch in case you changed your mind, and then I got involved in decorating my altar to recognize the moon goddess? So I forgot about it, and I just dumped it out in the bathtub." She paused. "I think it's alive and trying to eat the enamel."

Angela flopped onto her bed and groaned into the pillow. She was sick, had a low C in French because conjugating sucked, and was badly homesick for Fandom, of all places. Slowly, she opened one eye. "Do you suppose you could clean it up before it brings down the dorm?"

Meghan nodded. "Yeah, I was going to go to the store and get some stuff. And rubber gloves. Lots and lots of rubber gloves. Just ... don't use the bathroom until I get back, okay?"

"Not a problem,' Angela promised her roommate's retreating back. If Marty wasn't on his way, the day would feel like even more of a waste.
chasingangela: (name sidelong)
Angela had just finished her last final and was humming "Silver Bells" as she packed for her Christmas trip home. Out of habit, she called into her Fandom voicemail -- and the smile slowly died on her face as she listened to Anakin's message.

So. Angelus was back, and she was ten years away and useless. Even though she hadn't kept her notes from that horrible time two years ago -- she had wanted to block it from her mind -- she hoped that, if she just went back to Fandom, she'd be able to help *somehow.*

After calling him back, she made two other phone calls, then logged into Portalocity to see how fast she could get to Fandom.
chasingangela: (sepia)
Angela Chase was mesmerized, though whether it was by the line to see Santa, the animatronic display of a family stacking presents, or simply the chaos of it all, was an open question. "Can you hear yourself think?" she asked Marty, not entirely rhetorically.
chasingangela: (classwork)

From: achase2@student.uny.edu
To: Fandom High list
Subject: Summer is over?

Hi everyone,

I know, I know, I've kind of been the invisible woman since graduation. I promise, I am still around.

I spent the summer working at my dad's restaurant. It was .... interesting is a good word. He gets a lot of businessmen and their suits make me itchy. But I got some money saved up. Last month I helped Marty move to New York, and this week I moved into my dorm. I have one really cool roommate named Felicity and one creepy goth roomie whose name I can't figure out because she is never around. I'm taking physics, intro to creative writing, medieval history, the baseline English lit course, and dance. Five classes that meet three times a week seems like an insane amount of work; Fandom spoiled me. Anyone else having adjustment problems?

I miss you all. How long is it until I can see you guys at Homecoming?

-Angela


[OOC: Usual rules -- if you think you got it, you did.]
chasingangela: (looking down)
Angela had shipped almost all of her stuff home, but it wasn't time to leave for her flight yet. The last of her luggage was stacked just inside the cabin living room. Outside the cabin, she sat on the ground near the campfire, poking at the ashes with a stick and thinking.

Main thought: Goodbyes sucked. And she had let her friends know she was leaving that day, so she had even more to look forward to.

Poke, poke, poke, she went at the fire, as if that could keep her in Fandom.

[OOC: If you think she told you she was leaving, she did.]
chasingangela: (angela is annoyed)
Angela was playing Tetris on her new-old phone when her old-new phone rang. She picked it up, noticing her parents' number on the caller ID.

"Hello?" she said, figuring her mom was scheduling stuff for the weekend. Graduation weekend. That was weird.

"Angela!" Her mom sounded oddly chipper, in an exhausted way. "Are you all right, sweetie?"

"Of course," Angela said, vaguely annoyed. "I'm done with classes, so I'm just waiting to graduate.' She bit a thumbnail. "When will you and dad and Danielle be here?"

"That's kind of why I'm calling," her mother began reluctantly. "Angela, your father slipped on some aioli and fell in the kitchen and -- well, he'll be fine, but right now he's in a cast."

Angela raised an eyebrow. "Seriously, he's all right?"

"He will be," Patty Chase repeated. "He's just -- not supposed to travel." She was talking fast, now. "And Danielle has a state gymnastics meet on Sunday morning, and she is throwing a fit about missing it because she thinks she'll be too big to compete next year, and you know this is the worst time of the year for the print shop, and your grandfather is back in the hospital for more tests, and ..."

Suspicion was dawning in Angela's mind. "Are you going to miss my high school graduation?" she asked, semi-hysteric. "Your oldest daughter is graduating once and I haven't seen you guys in months and you're skipping out?"

There was a long pause on the other end. "I was going to come," her mom said. "Let Camille Cherski take care of your dad and your sister and represent the Chases all on my lonesome. But -- so this morning I ran into that Rayanne -'

"Don't call her that -"

"Rayanne Graff, she was visiting Brian Krakow, or something like that, and she asked how you were. And I told her about you, and how well you were, and that your graduation was tomorrow, and a little bit about the craziness around us traveling now." Another hesitation. "And she, um, suggested that she could take the graduation tickets off my hands." An even longer pause. "She is very persuasive."

"So RAYANNE is coming?" Angela asked, blinking. That ... might not be awful, though she was still hurt her family wouldn't be there. "Who's she bringing? I mean, with the other two tickets."

"I hope Sharon and Brian," Patty said. "I ... couldn't get a clear answer out of her. She promised you'd be happy, and, honestly, the whole thing happened so fast ..." Her tone was apologetic. "Is there any way this can be okay for you, Angela?"

Angela sighed, exaggerating the sound so her mother would know how put out she was. "It's fine," she said in a small voice. "I'll be home in two weeks anyhow."

"I know. And, sweetie, we'll throw the biggest graduation party in Pittsburgh when you are," Patty promised. She might have said more, but there was a terrible clattering sound. "I think your father is trying to rearrange things in the kitchen again," she confided. "I'll go take care of him. Call us and let us know how graduation went?"

Angela promised she would and hung up, very confused but not unhappy. Her door was partially open, and she would welcome company.
chasingangela: (WTF)
Marty was still pretty darned tired from the dance last night and wanted nothing more than to sleep in as long as possible.

So when he began to hear hushed whispers and sounds of movement in the room it took him a minute to realize that Angela was still in bed with him.

This being Fandom, the first thought that occurred to him was that his furniture had once again come to life. "If you don't keep it down, I swear to God I'm returning you all to Ikea," he grumbled with his eyes still shut.

At which point he heard giggles. "Dad. Come on. Stop acting like a gremlin bit you and make us breakfast," said the voice of a little boy.

Dad?

Marty's eyes snap open to see two kids sitting in front of him. A boy with dark hair and a little girl with blond hair carrying a battered stuffed bear wearing a beret.

"Bounjour Daddy!" said the little girl. "Je veux une egg white omelet!"

The Marcie/Frito invasion continues. )

[Preplayed with [livejournal.com profile] oatmanspatient.]
chasingangela: (prom 2007)
After getting Isabel to fix her hair, Angela stood before her wardrobe. She had the dress, shoes, and a crystal-strewn mask; the dress was elaborate enough that she needed little jewelry.

Smiling at herself in the mirror, she added a little lipstick and waited for Marty.

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