So sorry this had to happen to you as well. [Her voice is very sympathetic.] It will be ok.

There's a bunch of us that this has happened to, I don't think anyone really knows what's going on though.

Define a bunch?

[Cordelia's tone is flat and emboldened. Knowing she's not the only one shakes her into reality that they could all be there for some mighty nefarious purposes. She's only been kidnapped what, a bazillion times?]

Has anyone been hurt? If I should be carrying a weapon around, I'd like to know.

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More then a few? [Yea, she sounds a bit unsure about that.]

Don't exactly know, I suppose so. The house does do things to us. [She's really not sure how much she should tell the other woman just yet.]

...Does things to you?

[Cordelia has already disregarded the other less than useful answer and she's honing in on the part that sounds the most important. And sinister.]

Okay, I don't know your name but perky southern chica you better explain that immediately.

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My, aren't you a bit feisty. [Sookie giggled.] I'm Sookie Stackhouse, can already tell that I like you.

The sort've stuff that messes with your head. Place changed me into a vampire for a bit and gave me memories of being one. [And, now the pause to wait and see what she makes of that. Of course in Sookie's world everyone knows about vampires, but who knew what this girl's world was like.]

I'm Cordelia Chase, and damn right I'm feisty. I'm PISSED. I have things I really need to do at home, like really really need to be home for.

[And then Sookie says the magical word. Vampires. Well, if anyone is familiar with those it would certainly be Cordy!]

Ugh, that must've been awful! Glad I missed that, being some horrible soulless monster isn't high on my agenda for life. I'm sorry they did that to you.

[Despite her attitude, it does sound as if her empathy is genuine.]

I know, Sweetie, I think we all do. It's just so horrible what has happened to us.

So you know about vampires then? Thanks, it was just awful.

Oh yeah. Vampires are pretty much the bane of my existence. Well, except for my boss. But he's different. He's got a soul and he doesn't actually eat people any more.

Where are you from anyways? Thought it was just us California people having all the vampy type troubles, what with the Hellmouth and Wolfram and Hart and all that.

You are in a mansion in England and its highly unlikely your friends are here, sorry about that. But I don't think it works that way-- well, I'm not actually sure how it works. I was working under the assumption it was an alternate universe but thats too easy apparently and so is parallel. What do you think? Some sort of universe craft to specifically hold paradoxes?

Did you see anything or do anything specific that might be helpful?

[Meet John. When he gets started he can't stop and considering all he's done for a while is muse over what this place is, he's got a one track mind. And unintentionally little consideration, it seems. Totally Sherlocks influence.]

Well, isn't that far more of an explanation than I was expecting. Not going to complain, even if you do sound a little deranged. You're not an axe murderer or anything right?

Wouldn't be surprised by anything though my guess is some kind of hell dimension not tied into any known universe most people know. That seems to be the theme of my life these days.

[Cordelia seems pretty unphased by all this, as if she's been through similar before. If anything she her voice carries simple annoyance over the whole matter.]

What? Axe murderer? No! No, no, no, no. Your voice just interrupted my thought pattern. Really should shut this journal off.

[He very slowly raises an eyebrow at the very concept of a 'hell dimension'. He'd rather not go near anything like that while he brainstormed, for the sake of his sanity.]

Well... I sincerely hope it isn't. I mean, outside the abduction, weird tasks and Lucifer, its actually a lovely place! The interior is lovely.

Lucifer? And you think with Satan being here, it's not a hell dimension?! Maybe you aren't an axe murderer, but you sure are crazy buddy.

[Nothing could convince Cordelia that it's okay to be trapped there, lovely interior or not.]

Has anyone tried to escape?

Well no because he can't get out and... well, I know how it sounds but I highly doubt its hell. And he's actually Satan. I've met Satan, Satan is more growl-ly. He's more human-y. And besides, he kind of stuck here as well, hardly the ruler.

[John is never the best and trying to find the words to explain himself, everything always comes out sounding slightly mad.]

Well, me and Sherlock tried many times but not even the ducks can get out.

[Cordelia seems beyond skeptical that they aren't in some decidedly evil dimension, even if it's not quite hell. She bites her tongue for now, figuring there isn't much use arguing with someone as batty as this guy is. Instead, she focuses on the latter comment.]

So how do we get food and all that other stuff? I mean there's got to be some way stuff gets into the place right?