The Halliwell Manor, Saturday evening
Feb. 7th, 2009 07:37 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
Isabel had taken advantage of Fork's fascination with the America's Next Top Model marathon to slip into the other room and leave messages for Chris, Piper and Phoebe. She was hoping that one of them would be able to somehow magically prevent Fork from leaving the house and heading out to snack on the unsuspecting people of San Francisco. Wyatt would not be happy waking up when this was over if he'd hurt anyone.
Except by the time it started getting dark, no one had called. Which meant more then likely they were victims of Fandom weirdness as well and she'd have to handle this on her own. Fortunately, Isabel already had an idea on how to do that. Unfortunately for Fork, it involved a heavy frying pan, a whole lot of TK and a locked closet.
Two hours later, Isabel finished the Chinese food she'd had delivered, pulled out her phone and started dialing people, curious to see who else had been effected. All the while she kept an eye on the closet door, just in case Fork needed thumping again.
[If you think she would have called you? She did.]
Except by the time it started getting dark, no one had called. Which meant more then likely they were victims of Fandom weirdness as well and she'd have to handle this on her own. Fortunately, Isabel already had an idea on how to do that. Unfortunately for Fork, it involved a heavy frying pan, a whole lot of TK and a locked closet.
Two hours later, Isabel finished the Chinese food she'd had delivered, pulled out her phone and started dialing people, curious to see who else had been effected. All the while she kept an eye on the closet door, just in case Fork needed thumping again.
[If you think she would have called you? She did.]
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Date: 2009-02-08 01:09 am (UTC)Parker had answered the rich girl's Blackberry when it started buzzing because she was bored, waiting. And waiting. And waiting.
She should've brought more than an iPod with her.
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Date: 2009-02-08 01:12 am (UTC)"Hi. Who's this?" she asked cheerfully.
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Date: 2009-02-08 01:17 am (UTC)She'd hit her elbow on the stupid side of the wall. Grr. Way too close in there.
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Date: 2009-02-08 01:19 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-02-08 01:21 am (UTC)She squinted forward, and lay back with a sigh. Stupid security guard still hadn't left yet.
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Date: 2009-02-08 01:23 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-02-08 01:25 am (UTC)Crawling forward on her belly, she got to the edge of the airduct now that the security guard was gone, and smiled. "Ha!"
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Date: 2009-02-08 01:30 am (UTC)Isabel paused when Faux!Parker told her to and listened to the silence. Finally, she had to ask, "What are you doing?"
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Date: 2009-02-08 01:32 am (UTC)"If I told you, you might be able to testify against me later," Parker finally said. "Even though I'm in another country. Did your friend fly me here in the middle of the night? Because that made no sense, waking up to British accents this morning."
Humming as she fiddled with the air ventilation cover. Banging. A few squeaks. "There!"
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Date: 2009-02-08 01:36 am (UTC)Isabel just hoped whatever it was, she didn't get caught. Parker would be pissed if she woke in jail.
"You wouldn't believe me if I told you."
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Date: 2009-02-08 01:40 am (UTC)Then she turned around and smiled at all the safety deposit boxes.
Money. MONEY MONEY MONEY MONEY MONEY "Money money money money money..."
Interior monologues should stay interior, but Parker never usually worried about that.
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Date: 2009-02-08 01:42 am (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2009-02-08 01:48 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-02-08 01:52 am (UTC)And she hung up, and started humming again as she opened safety deposit box after box, and began emptying them into the knapsacks she'd brought with her.
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Date: 2009-02-08 01:53 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-02-08 01:25 am (UTC)Rachel stared at the caller ID for a moment, trying to figure out if Isabel's name sounded familiar. Shrugging, she picked it up, figuring she might as well answer.
"Hello?"
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Date: 2009-02-08 01:31 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-02-08 01:33 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-02-08 01:39 am (UTC)But of course the question had to be answered. "Who are you?"
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Date: 2009-02-08 01:43 am (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2009-02-08 01:50 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-02-08 01:53 am (UTC)Because really, waking up in confusion and then finding weird books with spells in them? Warranted that reaction like little else.
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Date: 2009-02-08 02:03 am (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2009-02-08 02:11 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-02-08 02:25 am (UTC)As if she hadn't disliked high school enough already!
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Date: 2009-02-08 02:34 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-02-08 02:41 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-02-08 02:43 am (UTC)especially considering some of the entries on my friend's list," she replied. "Go to a common room, flip the TV on to something mindless and get some snacks. People will turn up and hang out."no subject
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Date: 2009-02-08 03:29 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-02-08 07:19 am (UTC)"Hello."