izzyalienqueen | Room 227, Noon

On her way up from the basement Isabel had run into Anders. Which was when she found out that no one else seemed to have switched personalities. Which meant whatever was wrong was probably something specific to Wyatt. Which meant it was probably some sort of magic.

If she could find out what sort of magic. And then let Chris know about it, they'd be that much closer to ending this.

After finding out from Anders that Bridge was in their room, Isabel took off for the stairs, a concerned Anders following in her wake.

	Bridge? Is currently doing his very best impression of a lump under the covers, an impression he's been working on since pretty early Friday morning. With an incoherent mumble, he pulls the pillow overtop his head.
	Isabel was. not. happy. Which was why she banged on the door again and gave serious thought to using her powers to open it. "Dammit Bridge! Wake the hell up."
	"You know," pointed out Anders, who even with his longer legs had been hard-pressed to keep pace as he'd followed her, "you are here with the other guy who has the combination to the lock."
	"Then open it already," she bit out. Hopefully Anders would forgive the crankiness.
	. . . yeah, were Anders fully aware of the circumstances he would definitely say he understood. As it was, this was Isabel and given what she'd had to put up with from him in the past he was more than ready to forgive the crankiness. He gave her a concerned glance as, without having to look at what he was doing, he punched in the keycode on the door and twisted the knob. "Bridge," he yelled just so he could say he'd given his roommate fair warning, "we're coming in, okay?"
	Well, that was enough to startle him out of the somewhat feverish daze he'd been in. Sort of. Which is why, once Isabel and Anders entered the room, they'd find Bridge sitting up and blinking in confusion. "Wha's goin' on?" he mutters, running a hand through his hair.
	"That's what we're hoping you can figure out for us," Isabel said, pushing past Anders and into the room. "Something's wrong with Wyatt." And that would win for understatement of the century.
	Anders sighed softly and headed over toward the Synthetron to get Bridge a nice strong cup of coffee -- not quite as good as the real thing, but it should still get him more coherent than he was at the moment. "I know you're kind of out of it, roomie, but we kind of really need your help on this."
	Really, the words 'something's wrong with Wyatt' are enough to get him out of bed and much more focused- still in his pyjamas, mind, but focused enough. The coffee definitely is appreciated, though, and Bridge gulps down about a third of it before he actually speaks. "What do you need me to do?"
	"Work your mojo," Isabel said. She couldn't sit still and instead hugged herself as she paced around the room. "Maybe you can find answer. But I'm totally clueless."
	"Right," Bridge says. "You need me to read his aura, then, or..."
	"That's the thing. He's kind of MIA at the moment." But they had to start somewhere. "Maybe check his room?"
	"Not like we haven't been in there a bunch of times before to prank him," Anders muttered under his breath.
	"I... Yeah, I can do that." breaking and entering isn't really on his list of favourite things ever, in a non pranking capacity, but Isabel's nervous pacing is enough to convince him it has to be done.
	Bridge won't have to do any of the breaking and entering. That'll be Isabel. He can just say he found the door open. "Good. Then come on," Isabel ordered, already on her way out the door.
	And Bridge is right on her heels as they head across the hall to Wyatt's room.
	With Anders rounding out the trio, of course. "What're we looking for in there, anyway?"
	"I honestly don't know," she said as she used her powers to open the door to room 226. "Something? Anything? I mean I don't think he just woke up the other morning and decided being evil was the way to go. Something had to have happened. And this is as good a place to start looking as any."
	"Right," Bridge says. The room looks normal enough, but there's something... wrong. Out of place. Something he can feel without even taking off his gloves. Which he does now in order to get a better sense of what in the room's giving off that vibe. Almost immediately, he's drawn to the teddy bear innocently sitting on Wyatt's desk. It's really not innocent at all. He frowns and tries to get a closer 'look', reaching out to touch it. Black, black, black, everywhere. Wyatt hurting people, and enjoying it. Glowing eyes. Not Wyatt's. Someone else- a demon. He's nearly touching it when a shield springs up around it, sending him stumbling backwards a step or two in surprise. "Think I found the problem," he says shakily.
	"You're kidding me, right? A teddy bear?" Anders frowns. "Wow, that's . . . a really evil plan, actually."
	"Yeah," Bridge says, still eyeing it uneasily. "It's- there's a spell, or a curse, or something. I think if we get rid of that it should turn him back to normal." Of course, by 'we' he really means 'someone who can use magic', but it's not like those are impossible to find in Fandom.
	"But his mother sent that to him!" Isabel boggled. "Just the other day. Why would she do that?"
	"She didn't do it," Bridge shakes his head. "There were- I saw eyes, glowing ones. Think they belonged to a demon."
	"Of course," she said. "A demon. How wonderful." Sighing, Isabel shook her head, she'd known being with Wyatt would mean dealing with demons and the trouble they could cause. But this was striking a little to close for comfort. "So what do you think? Destroy the bear? Break the spell?"
	Anders sighed. "I guess it is sort of about the right time of year for that." Look, somebody had to try and lighten the mood a little.
	"I don't think destroying it's gonna be that easy," Bridge points out. "Wouldn't even let me touch it. We need to..." he trails off, swaying a bit dizzily on his feet. "To find someone who can break the spell, first."
	The swaying didn't go unnoticed. "Bridge you need to go back to bed and rest." Isabel glared at the bear, still half tempted to try and torch it. "Chris should be able to break it. Or Prue. Or both. And if that fails, I'm calling Piper and Phoebe."
	"But..." Bridge frowns, wanting to do something to help fix this. Despite the aforementioned lack of magical abilities.
	"But nothing. Unfortunately none of us here can do anything about this at this point," she said. And that pissed her off no end. "There's no sense wearing yourself out right now. Rest. And be ready if things change."
	Stupid logic, being all... logical. "Okay, yeah," Bridge says reluctantly. "But- you'll come get me? If you need my help?"
	"Absolutely," Isabel promised.
	"Come on, roomie," Anders pipes up. "Let's get you back to bed. If you're gonna help, you gotta get better."
	"Kay," Bridge mutters, shooting one last worried glance at the cursed bear before turning to head out of the room.
	Isabel watched them go then shot one last glare at the bear before heading off in search of Chris.