Room 406, morning to early afternoon

[izzyalienqueen]

After finally finding handwavily talking to Chris late yesterday, Isabel had finally gone back to her room.

Sleep wasn't an option for a lot of reasons.

Instead she grabbed her laptop and started to google.

It was amazing what you could find in some of the more obscure corners of the internet. Hours later she had pages of notes and print-outs. Of course since Isabel had pretty much no experience with magic, most of it was so much gibberish.

It was time to call in people who had a clue.

[ooc: Door closed, post open. Up early for SP. AFK till about noon.]

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[walks-two-paths.livejournal.com]

Had it been anyone but Isabel who had called, Savannah might have still been in hiding -- scared to leave her room. But this was Isabel and if she knew what was going on, there was no way Savannah couldn't help.

Besides, after what Wyatt had done to her, she needed to see for herself that her friend was all right.

Taking a deep breath, she knocked softly on the door.

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Even though she doubted Wyatt would actually be nice enough to knock, Isabel still wasn't about to open the door to anyone. "Who is it?" she asked.

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Savannah didn't blame her.

"Savannah."

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"Are you okay?" Isabel asked as she opened the door and stepped aside. "I heard radio."

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Savannah didn't linger and came inside immediately.

"I got my ass handed to me by the guy I have thought of as my big brother and my Whitelighter either doesn't know me or suddenly hates me." She sighed. "I have no idea what alright is, but I do know that the Wyatt I thought I know would never have referred to yo as his concubine."

She took a deep breath. "Did he hurt you?"

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"I'm okay," she said. At least physically. She just wouldn't sleep well for a while.

Isabel took a seat on her bed and pushed some of the papers to the side so there was a place for Savannah to sit. "It's not Wyatt. Or at least it's not our Wyatt. Did Chris ever tell you about that weekend in January? When everyone thought they were someone else?"

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She ached, so sitting down was a god thing.

"The same weekend where my boyfriend woke up as someone different and charged me for sex? No, neither Chris nor Wyatt talked to me much about it."

She bit her lip and looked at her friend. "What has happened to them? I'm thinking it's not gremlins. Gremlins don't cause people to think using you to torture someone is fun."

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"Chris was still Chris. Just another, older version," she explained. "Who was trying to stop an evil version of Wyatt. I think that's who were dealing with now. And I think I might know how it happened."

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Alternate Universes gave her a headache.

"How?" She looked at Isabel. "Can we fix this and make the bastard pay who did this to them?"

[witchy-prue.livejournal.com]

Prue headed upstairs to Isabel's room as soon as she got her message. Hopefully Isabel had better luck researching than she had.

She knocked on the door.

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"Who is it?" Isabel called through the door.

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"It's Prue."

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"Great," she said as she opened the door. "Savannah's here. She had a run in with Wyatt last night."

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Prue gave Savannah a concerned look. "Are you alright?"

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Savannah liked Prue and knew that none of this could be easy on her, either.

"I will be," she promised.

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"Yeah, after various asses are kicked," Isabel muttered.

"I was just telling Savannah, I think I know why this happened." And the why still made her boggle. "Would you believe me if I told you that Wyatt's teddy bear is evil?"

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"After all I've seen? Yes," Prue said, reaching up to rub her forehead. She didn't even want to think about why Wyatt had a teddy bear in the first place.

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Anders took a few minutes from roomie-tending to come upstairs and check on Isabel, having heard the radio broadcast last night.

"Son of a -- big sis, are you there? Are you okay?"

No, he wasn't going to start with just knocking on the door and asking if anyone was home, yet.

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Isabel heard his voice and opened the door. "I'm okay," she promised immediately.

[Super slow till after 7ish]

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Anders pretty much barged through the door as soon as she opened it and glomphugged her as carefully as he could manage. "I thought you said no more close calls from here on out," he said, mild reproach mingling with just a hint of hysteria in his voice.

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She sighed and returned the hug. When she'd talked to Anders yesterday she'd tried to white wash exactly how bad Wyatt was. She should have known Anders would find out the truth. Stupid radio.

"I didn't plan on my boyfriend going evil. Trust me."

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Anders let out a soft, wry chuckle. "Yeah . . . I can kinda sympathize on that point. Kinda. I wish there was something I could do to help, but I think in this case I'm on big-sis detail."

There was a time he'd have gotten incredibly frustrated about that, but to his own surprise he took it pretty matter-of-factly now.

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"Oh god, I didn't even think," she said with a sad laugh. "Yeah, not so much fun is it?"

Leaning into his shoulder, Isabel closed her eyes for a minute. She was tired after minimal sleep over the last two days. "We've got a plan though. If it works, we'll get him back."

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"Yeah, but you didn't know. I didn't care. There's the big difference," Anders said gently. "And you've got me here for you if you need me, you know that, right? Call me Moral Support Guy."

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"I should have known something was up," Isabel told him. "Just by the facial hair alone. It was wrong on so many levels." She felt wrong for joking. But just for a minute she wanted to pretend everything would be okay.