demonbelthazor: (Cosmic Tax Service)
demonbelthazor ([personal profile] demonbelthazor) wrote2007-04-09 07:44 am

Suite 518/520, Monday morning

Despite not having class until fourth period, Bel was up earlier, waiting for Isabel to come by. He'd fed the cats, made breakfast, and was now lounging on the couch, flipping through the channels on the TV until he found Enchanted reruns. The fact that it was the vampire episode didn't influence his decision to stay on that channel, not at all.

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[identity profile] izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com 2007-04-09 12:51 pm (UTC)(link)
Fighting an incredible desire to just call the whole trip off, Isabel knocked on the door.

[identity profile] izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com 2007-04-09 12:59 pm (UTC)(link)
"Thanks, and thanks for doing this," she said. "I don't think I could deal with sitting on a plane for hours waiting to get there. Plus they'd want me to stay longer. How are you doing? How's Phoebe?"

[identity profile] izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com 2007-04-09 01:15 pm (UTC)(link)
"Ouch. I didn't find out she was involved until lunch Thursday," Isabel replied. "And even up until Wednesday night I thought it was just Lana. God, what she did to Jack and then to Cedric. But at the same time, that was kind of the tip-off that it wasn't her. I mean Lana? Make someone her love slave?"

[identity profile] izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com 2007-04-09 01:30 pm (UTC)(link)
Isabel noticed the twitch and frowned. "Yeah, about that," she said, thinking of the voicemail about Anders and Phoebe Dawn had lefter for her. "Whatever happened, you can't kill him."

[identity profile] izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com 2007-04-09 01:43 pm (UTC)(link)
"He got played just like everyone else this week," she said firmly. "They were master manipulators and knew exactly what buttons to push to get what they wanted."

[identity profile] izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com 2007-04-09 02:01 pm (UTC)(link)
"He probably did," Isabel agreed, but at the same time grateful that everything happened before she warned him. Because she'd have to kill him. "Just like you probably knew better when you first fell for Phoebe. Did that stop you? No."

[identity profile] threeweapons.livejournal.com 2007-04-09 06:28 pm (UTC)(link)
Alanna knocked on the door, Faithful perched on her shoulder.

[identity profile] threeweapons.livejournal.com 2007-04-09 06:35 pm (UTC)(link)
Alanna smiled sweetly and reached over to slap Bel. Faithful ignored all the commotion and meowed his greetings to the two cats.

[identity profile] threeweapons.livejournal.com 2007-04-09 07:28 pm (UTC)(link)
"Alphabetically or chronologically?" Alanna asked, still cheerful.

[identity profile] threeweapons.livejournal.com 2007-04-09 07:33 pm (UTC)(link)
Alanna shrugged. "But it made me feel better. So how are you?"

[identity profile] threeweapons.livejournal.com 2007-04-09 07:43 pm (UTC)(link)
Faithful shrugged and made himself more comftorable on Alanna's shoulder. "She's a human girl, stop expecting logic." Alanna rolled her eyes. "Never ask Faithful for any kind of advice."

[identity profile] threeweapons.livejournal.com 2007-04-09 07:55 pm (UTC)(link)
"Well, I do have a list." Alanna said with a grin.

[identity profile] ismyhairout.livejournal.com 2007-04-10 12:57 am (UTC)(link)
One of the tumbleweeds that was rolling around town chose the face-slapping incident as the time to roll on by past Bel's door. It stopped for a moment, mentally shrugged and kept going.