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izzyalienqueen) wrote2011-11-18 07:54 pm
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Las Vegas, Friday Night
As soon as Wyatt orbed them back from Roswell, Isabel tossed her bag on the couch, pulled out her phone and tried to call her mother to apologize for missing dinner.
Except no one answered the phone.
Which was...odd.
"I guess you want to know what was going on," she said to Wyatt.
[Mostly for one, but calls are welcome.]
Except no one answered the phone.
Which was...odd.
"I guess you want to know what was going on," she said to Wyatt.
[Mostly for one, but calls are welcome.]
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Isabel was quiet for a moment as she thought things over, and to appreciate the fact that Wyatt was there keep her from panicking too badly. "I'm going to call Parker. She made a comment on Twitter earlier about losing track of things. Maybe it's happening to her as well."
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"So it looks like it's some sort of Fandom thing," Isabel said, joining Wyatt on the couch. "Ben, one of the guys we sprang from the Centre last year is missing. As in no one else remembers him at all."
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And it often made you wear a bad wig. Just ask Cole.
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"So whatever this is is traveling though time and dimensions making people disappear like they've never been born and rewriting history without anyone but us realizing it." Saying it all like that made her shudder once more. "I'm getting a really bad feeling about this."