Room 406, evening

[izzyalienqueen]

They'd done what they'd set out to do. The angels were trapped.

Now it was just a matter of waiting.

Isabel hated waiting.

The door was closed.

[Door closed, post open...]

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[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

"Who are we maiming and why?" Parker asked, scissoring some rice into her mouth. "Also, hi. We're planning a heist on the Crown Jewels."

[izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com]

"My boyfriend's either in 1923 Cairo or dead," Isabel said flatly. "Fucking Fandom Weirdness."

[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

Parker had enough experience with Isabel's phone pronouncements now to swallow, take a sip of lager, then sigh. "When will you know which, and how? Anything I can do? And have you ever considered transferring to, I don't know. Boarding school in Beirut?"

[izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com]

"Freaky alien angel statues. They grabbed people and tossed them back into the past. I got a letter." Which she'd memorized. "If he's coming back, it should be sometime soon."

[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

"Gah. Time travel." That gave her a headache when it was just Xander getting stuck in his home dimension and coming back seven years older, or Anakin and Alanna having kids older or almost as old as they were. "Right. So, there's a plan? The aliens have been dealt with?"

Nourhane wandered through the living room at that point, and gave Parker a weird look. Parker rolled her eyes and mouthed, "creative writing paper" to her, and took another sip of her drink.

[izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com]

She nodded, even though Parker couldn't see it. "Dealt with, the preserve has new artwork. And yeah, there's a plan. It involved messages to the past and stasis chambers." Isabel didn't even want to calculate the odds on that. "They've gone to get them back. Hopefully he's there."

[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

"He's LightbulbSockHairBoy. He'll come through somehow," Parker said, settling onto the couch. "You have got to come to England just so you can have a week off from your so-called education. I mean it. Zero's here, we're going to have a nicely evil week without worries about people dying or getting married or disappearing, you need one too."

[izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com]

"I will be there. I promise. Even if it's just to sit in your room and watch bad TV," she told her. "You can feed me chocolate and ice cream."

And because it would definitely be a distraction, Isabel had to ask, "So what do you and Zero have planned? And will I need bail money?"

[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

"Perfect. You can listen to everyone else's accents and marvel. I do it all the time." Parker grinned a little. "Oh, probably. Although harassment of Tom Cruise is tabled due to him being on another continent. But some minor larceny. Trespass. Property damage. Broken hearts. You know, the usual. We'll give you the YouTube feed as soon as it's up."

[izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com]

"Damn. Tom deserves it. Poor Katie." Talking with Parker was distracting but Isabel still couldn't help looking at the clock and staring at the door. "Forget YouTube. I want to see you make CNN International."

[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

"For that, we'd have to get caught defacing a national monument. And we'd never, ever, ever do that." Parker grinned, spinning more (possible) lies, wishing she could do more. "Even if we have a lot of blue paint and a plan for Stonehenge."

[izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com]

"Strangely enough, that doesn't surprise me," she replied. "From all the pictures I've seen? It could use some color."

And now the pacing started.

[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

More lies and distraction to be spun like spiderwebs. "Definitely. It's not like Zero and I haven't done it before. We got in there with Rory pretending to be blind two years ago. We're thinking exchange students this time. Possibly, sun worshippers. That way, we can say they're restricting our religious expression if we get caught."

[izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com]

"You're insane you know that?" The room was too small to pace Isabel realized. She sat on the edge of the bed and started to rub her eyes. Whatever she was going say next was forgotten when Wyatt orbed into the room.

[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

"Only from some standpoints," Parker said blithely. "And I like to think those are sad few are handicapped by not knowing me well enough." A pause, as she thought she heard a thud. "Isabel?" Nada. "Is-a-belllll..."

Still nothing, and possibly a squeak from far away. Parker rolled her eyes. "ISABEL!"

Muffled incomprehensible whatevers.

"CALL ME BACK!"

Parker hung up, then texted Isabel:

YOUR PHONE IS OFF THE HOOK, DOOFUS. CALL ME L8R. SAY HI TO LIGHTBULBBOY.