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Wyatt was lying on his bed, idly flipping through the channels on the TV. He glanced at the phone on his desk. Normally, he'd call Isabel, but lately every time he tried to talk to her she was short and cranky with him. He dared not suggest PMS for fear that she would somehow alien-fu her way through the phone line and strangle him, and so he ( Read more... )

Meg was still sort of bummed that her parents hadn't let her live in the dorms but living on your own did have it's advantages. For one, she could sleep in until noon without anybody waking her up. And two, she could spend the evening snuggled down on the couch with a pint of ice cream, watching Top Model re-runs ( Read more... )

Parker had stopped at the Central Cafe again after this afternoon's lightning storm, and was waiting for the arrival of Isabel, and anyone else who wanted to chase fire around the perimeter of the Camp. Just as long as no one prematurely arson'd the Man again, like last year. Bastards.

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Piper didn't have to be at work for a few hours, so she was in her room, packing for her weekend trip to DC to visit Veronica.

She was so looking forward to her long weekend not having to deal with customers at the restaurant.

[ooc: expecing a phone call, but open for other calls, emails, random visits, etc.]