Room 208, Sunday evening

[blessed_twice]

Wyatt was in his room, relaxing after a rather interesting encounter with Lana. Maybe she wasn't so bad after all.

Right now he was waiting for Chris to show up so they could figure out a spell to get their stolen senses back. Pity he couldn't see, because then he might realize he had lipstick marks all over his face.

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[sogothcally]

Cally knocked on the door, and waited.

[blessed_twice]

"Who is it?" Wyatt called out.

[sogothcally]

Cally glared at the door.

[neurotic_witch]

Chris looked confused. "Wyatt? What's going on?"

[blessed_twice]

Wyatt mimed knocking and pointed at the door. He got up and walked over to it. "Who is it?" he said again.

[sogothcally]

Cally glared and kicked the door.

[neurotic_witch]

"Who is it?" Chris asked, unable to hear the knocking or kicking.

[blessed_twice]

Wyatt didn't like the sound of the kicking at all. He shrugged at Chris and motioned for him to get ready for anything, then yanked the door open. He'd have to rely on Chris's voice to tell him who it was.

[sogothcally]

Cally just sort of crossed her arms and glared.

[neurotic_witch]

Chris might have eeped when he realized who was at the door.

"Cally!" he exclaimed, probably much too loudly.

[blessed_twice]

Wyatt took a step back and bumped into Tannim's closet. "What do you want?" he said.

[sogothcally]

Cally pointed at her throat. Once. Very emphatically.

[neurotic_witch]

"Uh... I think she wants her voice back," Chris interpreted for Wyatt. "Which we're totally already working on," he added for Cally's benefit.

[sogothcally]

Cally nodded and crossed her arms, waiting.

[blessed_twice]

"Yeah, funny how this weirdness happened to the three of us," Wyatt said innocently. "Wonder why."

[neurotic_witch]

Too bad Chris couldn't hear his brother, not that he would expect Cally to believe that they were innocent anyway.

"I've already got the reversal spell written," Chris said. "Wyatt, we just need to change a few lines from the original," he explained.