The Halliwell Manor, Saturday evening

[izzyalienqueen]

Isabel had taken advantage of Fork's fascination with the America's Next Top Model marathon to slip into the other room and leave messages for Chris, Piper and Phoebe. She was hoping that one of them would be able to somehow magically prevent Fork from leaving the house and heading out to snack on the unsuspecting people of San Francisco. Wyatt would not be happy waking up when this was over if he'd hurt anyone.

Except by the time it started getting dark, no one had called. Which meant more then likely they were victims of Fandom weirdness as well and she'd have to handle this on her own. Fortunately, Isabel already had an idea on how to do that. Unfortunately for Fork, it involved a heavy frying pan, a whole lot of TK and a locked closet.

Two hours later, Isabel finished the Chinese food she'd had delivered, pulled out her phone and started dialing people, curious to see who else had been effected. All the while she kept an eye on the closet door, just in case Fork needed thumping again.

[If you think she would have called you? She did.]

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[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

"Yeah?"

Parker had answered the rich girl's Blackberry when it started buzzing because she was bored, waiting. And waiting. And waiting.

She should've brought more than an iPod with her.

[blackmagic-eve.livejournal.com]

Unfortunately, Eve was not Eve when she got the call.

Rachel stared at the caller ID for a moment, trying to figure out if Isabel's name sounded familiar. Shrugging, she picked it up, figuring she might as well answer.

"Hello?"

[apocalypsesoon.livejournal.com]

It was buzzing, and marked Isabel. John hoped it was a wrong number and that it was a stupid idea to answer someone's communique.

"Hello."