Las Vegas, Sunday Afternoon

[izzyalienqueen]

The unfortunate thing about life after Fandom was that it required a job that didn't give you time off for weirdness or the potential apocalypse. Isabel had managed to get through her shift on Saturday although she'd grown progressively more on edge as the evening wore on and she realized the number of staff people that weren't around when they were supposed to be.

With Wyatt in San Francisco checking the Book of Shadows, sleep wasn't really an option once Isabel got home. Instead she spent most of the night texting Wyatt and Parker like some sort of crazed stalker just to be sure they were still around. Isabel was definitely not thinking about what she would do if one of them stopped responding.

At some point she did finally doze off for a few hours of restless sleep, only to be woken by her alarm reminding her that crisis or not, there was a job to go to.

Cranky and clutching her coffee, Isabel left her car at the parking lot she used and walked towards the Vegas Strip, only to stop dead at the sight before her. Instead of several acres of buildings housing a casio, shopping and hotel towers, there was only blackness. A blackness it seemed only she could see judging by the tourists that brushed past her without a care in the world.

Things were getting serious. Pulling out her phone, Isabel left a few messages for some people. After another incredulous look at where the casino used to be, she headed home to wait.

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[izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com]

Isabel nodded, remembering the night before. "Just what I told you in all those handwavey texts. Some of the wait staff, a bartender, some of the cleaning crew."

"Ronan says we should get to the island."

[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

"I'm beginning to think Ronan has a point." Parker blew out a slow breath, and said, "The soonest I could go is Tuesday or so. Maybe spend Thanksgiving there?"

[izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com]

"Maybe. I have to talk to my family. I can't just leave them behind." They were going to get a crash course in aliens and magic first thing in the morning if Isabel had anything to say about it.

[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

"I'll have to try and talk Jarod into this. He's noticing some of the changes, but not others." Parker frowned. "Not sure why. Do you think Max and Michael will be reasonable about this?"

[izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com]

"I doubt it," she sighed. "Even with everything I told them on Friday, it's too much, too fast. They're going to fight it."

[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

"Grabbing them and going is always an option," Parker pointed out. "Although they would probably throw a fit after they wake up on the island."

[izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com]

"That I can deal with." At least they'd be safe.

"I'm going to try and explain first. We'll see how it goes from there."

[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

Parker rubbed her eyes. "Keep me posted on what you find out. I'll text you tomorrow to confirm whatever's happening here, and my travel plans." Her voice got quieter. "Stay safe, Isabel."

[izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com]

"I will. Texts on a regular basis. And the same goes for you okay?" Isabel would feel much happier when everyone was in the same place and not spread out across the multiverse.

[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

"Gotcha," Parker promised. "Tell Wyatt... I'm thinking of him."

[izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com]

"I will," she promised before hanging up the phone.

Still to restless to get her own rest, Isabel moved slowly about the apartment packing the bag Ronan had given her one Christmas. She was grateful for the little fold in space it included that let her pack so much more then it appeared the bag could hold. There were too many things with too many memories attached that she didn't want to leave behind.