Room 406, late morning

[izzyalienqueen]

The first thing Isabel became aware of was that she was uncomfortably curled in a heap on the floor. The second thing she realized was that she was cold. That all became irrelevant as the memories of the night before came back in a rush.

Climbing to her feet, she crossed quickly to where Parker was still slumped on the floor. Isabel opened her mouth to call her name, then stamped her foot when no sound came out. That bastard... She dropped to her knees next to Parker and started to shake her.

[occ: Initial thread with Parker locked. Post is open after that.]

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[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

Monday mornings had to be outlawed. They were so much less fun than Sunday mornings.

Parker came groggily awake to Isabel shaking her, muttering what?, then remembered as her voice failed to become audible. Crap! She sat up, shaking her head and blinking at Isabel, looking around wildly.

[izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com]

Isabel tapped her watch, motioned towards the daylight outside the window and shrugged helplessly, her eyes wide. Reaching out she pulled her phone to her, relieved when it still worked, and scrolled through till she found Angel's number in her contacts. When all else fails, text.

DKALDKUGADF

Confused, she showed the phone to Parker.

[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

Parker nodded wearily, unsurprised, and pointed to her own phone, lying in the floor. Logan and Angel were going to be wondering what the hell was up, but probably not soon enough-- and even if they called back, it wasn't like they could explain. Staggering to her feet, Parker pushed a hand through her hair. Help. We need help, she mouthed.

[izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com]

Help was definitely needed. Since the phones didn't seem to be working, Isabel went to her desk for pen and paper, then gestured at the door.

[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

Parker shook her head, remembering Bel's words of the night before, and took a pen, trying to write:

Fruit loops toasty O's chocolate milk yay!

Then she handed the pen to Isabel.

[izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com]

Isabel stared at what Parker had written and started to write We'll get breakfast later except what she actually wrote was yellow flowers, pretty grass, see butterflies.

Yes, that was headdesking.

[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

Parker facepalmed a bit, having expected it but hoping to be wrong. She tapped Isabel's shoulder, then pointed to the door, and made little walking motions with her fingers. Then a silent scream, and an expectant look at Isabel.

[izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com]

Not about to argue, Isabel was already on her way to the door. They needed help fast. Hopefully it wasn't already too late for Angel.

[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

Parker followed her, grabbing her purse and phone, and eventually they ended up in the Third Floor Common Room.