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Room 226, evening

Isabel had spent the day doing things like laundry, catching up on email, playing with her cat, ~~going to Six Flags and riding El Toro~~, and reviewing the class offerings at UNLV and Cornell. She was going to have to make a decision very, very soon.

After a trip to town to pick up dinner, at Pizza Planet for a change, Isabel returned to the dorms and went to Wyatt's room.

"I've got dinner. And I think it's your turn to pick the movie tonight," she said as she came through the door.

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Wyatt had ventured from the room to try to figure out where he was, but he hadn't learned much. It seemed to be some kind of school. He briefly orbed to San Francisco and found it was in the same condition it had been in his childhood. After that, he returned to the room he had suddenly discovered himself in to debate his next move.

He was surprised when the girl walked in unannounced and spoke so familiarly to him. "Who are you?" he demanded, TKing the door shut behind her.

Fandom weirdness on a Friday night. That was different.

Unfortunately Isabel was too focused on setting up dinner and thinking of a way to explain said weirdness to realize the potential problem. Namely that this wasn't Christian back for another visit.

"Tonight? Apparently just the delivery girl. Unless your tastes have changed."

Wyatt looked the girl over. "No, I'd say you're exactly what my tastes want," he said.

That was certainly a change from what she expected and Isabel glanced over towards Wyatt, or Christian, or whoever he happened to be at this point. It took everything in her not to laugh at the facial hair.

"Unfortunately I was kidding about that," she said. "I still know who I am."

It was a good thing she didn't laugh at the facial hair. This Wyatt didn't have much of a sense of humor. "Come here," he said. "What is your name?"

Little alarm bells were starting to go off in Isabel's head as she remembered a conversation with Chris back in January about an evil version of Wyatt.

"In a minute, let me just go back up to my room. I've got ice cream." She'd get Chris and figure out just what they were dealing with.

Wyatt raised his hand and waved it, using his TK to pull Isabel toward him. "You're not going anywhere," he said.

The alarm bells weren't so little anymore as Isabel tried to fight the TK pull. "Wyatt dammit, stop it."

"You know my name," Wyatt said. "But I don't know you. Who. Are. You?"

"Let me go and I'll tell you." Maybe she could talk her way out of this.

"What is this place?" Wyatt demanded, grabbing hold of her shoulders. "Give me some answers or I will force them out of you. Don't try me."

"It's a school," Isabel said, bringing her arms up and attempting to break his hold on her shoulders.

She broke the hold, but Wyatt stepped back before she could follow up with any other move. An energy ball appeared in his hand. "Try that again," he growled, "and I'll kill you."

He could try, and her own shields could probably handle it. But Isabel didn't want to take that chance. At least not at the moment.

"Fine," she bit out.

"How did I get here?" Wyatt said. "Is this some sort of trick from my brother?"

"I. Don't. Know," Isabel said slowly and deliberately. "It's Fandom. Weird shit happens."

"Not to me," Wyatt said, shaking his head. He extinguished the energy ball -- for now. "Tell me your name."

"Isabel." She briefly debated how much information to give him, but decided the basics couldn't hurt. "I'm your, well, another version of you at least, ~~one without scary facial hair~~ girlfriend."

"Girlfriend," Wyatt said, leering at her. "Well, you are the type I'd choose to entertain myself."

Isabel glared. "Don't even think it. His girlfriend. Not yours. And I'm sure as hell not the evening's entertainment."

"Feisty," Wyatt said. "I like it."

"I don't. So I'm going to leave now," she said, slowly edging towards the door.

Wyatt orbed behind her, blocking her path. "And do what?" he said. "Tell someone I'm here? Tell my brother? I don't think so. You're staying right here."

For as useful as orbing was? Right now Isabel really hated it. "So what? I stay? For dinner and a movie? That's really not my idea of a fun time right now."

"You're my 'girlfriend,'" Wyatt chuckled. "I'm sure I can come up with a few fun ideas."

"Hell will freeze over first," she warned. At much as she hated to think about it, Isabel glanced around the room, identifying what could be used as a weapon.

"You can't stop me," Wyatt said. "I can do whatever I want."

"Are you listening to me at all?" Isabel asked, although she already knew the answer.

Which would be why she TK'd the stack of books at him.

Wyatt reflexively TK'd them back, then lashed out and backhanded Isabel.

That would probably leave a mark. Which made throwing her hand out and attempting to TK Wyatt himself into the wall that much easier to do.

Wyatt slammed into the wall, but managed to keep on his feet. "What are you?" he said. "Witch? Demon?"

"Wrong and wrong. I'm something you'd never expect," Isabel replied, still keeping her hand out as she backed towards the door.

Not wanting to run the risk of someone overhearing the fight or Isabel escaping him, Wyatt orbed again, reappearing to her right and grabbing hold of her before she could TK him away. He orbed them both to the boiler room in the basement, which he had discovered while checking out the school. An excellent place for privacy -- or to hide a body.

There was light there -- for now -- from a single bulb danging from the ceiling. Wyatt let go of Isabel. "Then I'm going to have fun figuring you out," he said.

Isabel blinked at the sudden change in location and backed away. "You're not going to get away with this. People will look for me."

Maybe. Eventually. But until then...

"They can try," Wyatt sneered. "But this place seems pretty isolated. And I can always move you someplace else. Unless you decide you're going to be a good girl, of course."

"Bite me."

Probably not the best thing to say.

"That'll come later," Wyatt said. "But try this for foreplay." He flicked his hand toward Isabel, sending another blast of TK her way. And wouldn't you know it, that same blast caught the lightbulb, shattering it and plunging the room into darkness.

Isabel flew backwards and landed on her ass. Her hands clenched, nails digging into her palms as she tried not to panic in the darkness. "Bastard," she hissed.

"I'll just leave you here and let you think about your attitude," Wyatt said. "I'll come back later and see if you're learned to be more . . . agreeable."

"Don't hold your breath," Isabel replied as she got to her feet, searching the darkness for some clue to wear he was.

"Then you'll just make me get meaner," Wyatt promised. He quietly moved toward Isabel, tracking her by her breathing. When he was close enough, he grabbed hold of her, and before she could react, he brought his mouth down on hers for a hard and demanding kiss. Then he let her go and orbed away.

Pity the door locked from the outside.

Surprised by the grab and the subsequent kiss, Isabel's knee took a second too long to attempt to connect with any sensitive spots and instead wound up kneeing empty air as Wyatt orbed away.

She wiped the back of her hand across her mouth, realizing with a half hysterical laugh that the unfortunate facial hair was itchy.

Carefully Isabel edged towards the wall, which would hopefully lead to a door. One she could open so she could get the hell out of the dark.

She wasn't sure how much longer she could keep from panicking.

[[*flails*]]

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