Las Vegas, Thursday morning
Mar. 5th, 2009 09:31 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
izzyalienqueenIt shouldn't have been a surprise. It was March. Isabel had been holding her breath waiting for whatever trauma the universe was going to dump on her this year. After all, it wasn't as if the last three years had been all that peaceful.
Still, in the grand scheme of things, a persistent portal that grabbed her on her way to the library and deposited her in a rather swank hotel room on the Vegas Strip wasn't all that bad, Isabel thought. Until she looked out the window and realized that it wasn't her Vegas strip. The differences were subtle but it was enough for Isabel to realize that she was somewhere she didn't belong. Especially when she had an exam in an hour.
Fortunately she had an interdimensional Bridge-phone and a boyfriend that could orb. She'd be back in time to get a coffee before class.
Except her phone – the one that was never supposed to fail – chose that moment to not work.
Crap…
Two hours later, after repeated calls to the Portalocity customer service desk that ended with a message of "all circuits are busy, please call back later", Isabel was ready to pitch the hotel phone across the room.
Instead, she grabbed her purse and left the room. She'd get a coffee. Take a walk. Check out the tourists and then try Portalocity later.
It was a just weirdness. She was used to weirdness. She'd cope and if all went well she'd be home in time for the weekend.
[For one...]
Still, in the grand scheme of things, a persistent portal that grabbed her on her way to the library and deposited her in a rather swank hotel room on the Vegas Strip wasn't all that bad, Isabel thought. Until she looked out the window and realized that it wasn't her Vegas strip. The differences were subtle but it was enough for Isabel to realize that she was somewhere she didn't belong. Especially when she had an exam in an hour.
Fortunately she had an interdimensional Bridge-phone and a boyfriend that could orb. She'd be back in time to get a coffee before class.
Except her phone – the one that was never supposed to fail – chose that moment to not work.
Crap…
Two hours later, after repeated calls to the Portalocity customer service desk that ended with a message of "all circuits are busy, please call back later", Isabel was ready to pitch the hotel phone across the room.
Instead, she grabbed her purse and left the room. She'd get a coffee. Take a walk. Check out the tourists and then try Portalocity later.
It was a just weirdness. She was used to weirdness. She'd cope and if all went well she'd be home in time for the weekend.
[For one...]
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Date: 2009-03-05 06:20 pm (UTC)"Yeah," she said, unable to help a smile from spreading across her face. Seeing him was the first non-annoying thing that had happened all day. "Of all the crime scenes in the world, I happened to walk into yours. Go figure."
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Date: 2009-03-05 07:00 pm (UTC)But she sobered, thinking of all the people that would start to panic once they realized she was gone. Especially on today of all days. "If the weirdness sticks to the usual schedule, hopefully not more then a night or two. It wouldn't be so bad if I could just call people and let them know where I am. But my phone's dead for some reason."
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Date: 2009-03-05 08:45 pm (UTC)Admittedly, he didn't want to leave her alone in the city. He was too used to Vegas crime scenes by now.
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Date: 2009-03-05 10:12 pm (UTC)Being in a strange universe wouldn't be so bad with a friendly face to talk to.
Isabel pointed up the street towards the Barnes & Noble she'd been heading towards before stopping. "I'll head over there and browse for a while. You can just get me when you're free."
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Date: 2009-03-05 11:16 pm (UTC)He glanced over at Catherine and Nick, who were both looking curious now, and tossed Isabel a little wave as he scurried back to his coworkers, trying to look casual. It wasn't working.
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Date: 2009-03-06 12:01 am (UTC)Isabel watched him crossover to his coworkers, flashed them a small smile then continued on to the bookstore, where she did just what she promised.
An hour later, she was comfortably settled in an overstuffed chair as she paged through a magazine, relieved to see that celebrities were still idiots no matter what dimension you were in.
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Date: 2009-03-06 12:36 am (UTC)He found a parking spot outside the bookstore, still in his vest with SANDERS over his right and LVPD CSI over the left, (though it was under a jacket now) and headed inside the store.
It didn't take him too long to find her, and he smiled a little as he approached before gracelessly flopping into the chair behind her. "Look at that. No one kidnapped you or tried to sell you on the black market while I was clocking out or anything!"
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Date: 2009-03-06 01:34 am (UTC)"For me it's been almost two years since you left Fandom. I didn't have to go back there," she said, pointing her thumb up towards the sky. "And Max and Michael came back. So I was able to finish up my senior year at Fandom. I survived graduation and now I'm a freshman at UNLV.
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Date: 2009-03-06 01:52 am (UTC)He shook his head, trying to clear it. "What're you studying, anyway?"
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Date: 2009-03-06 02:05 am (UTC)"I'm studying hotel administration believe it or not. Specializing in meetings and events management. I figure it's the best way to channel my mad organizational skills for the greater good."
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Date: 2009-03-06 02:58 pm (UTC)"But I'm happy. We have our answers. My brothers are safe. There's no destiny hanging over us any longer. I've got great friends and, well, there's a guy. Who's probably panicking right now because he can't get in touch with me." Her smile faded as she pictured it happening. "When I said kidnapping was last year's trauma? I wasn't kidding."
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Date: 2009-03-06 05:41 pm (UTC)And there were more important things than wondering about his years-younger ex-girlfriend from another dimension's love life.
"What happened?"
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Date: 2009-03-06 07:23 pm (UTC)"By the time the cavalry came to the rescue things had gotten pretty damn ugly. I almost died. So he still gets a little twitchy if I drop out of sight unexpectedly." Which was simplifying the events of last year just a bit. But explaining dying and taking over someone else's body just wasn't a conversation for a public place.
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