The boiler room, Saturday late morning

[izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com]

After Wyatt had dumped her in the boiler room last night, Isabel had managed to find the door in the dark. She'd thought it would be simple enough to use her powers to get it open. Except she couldn't. Either she was too stressed to focus properly, or the school had a door made of depleted uranium.

The panic attack that followed was not fun.

Eventually she managed to get mostly under control again and sat with her back to the door, banging and calling out regularly for help.

Someone, and hopefully it wouldn't be Wyatt, had to turn up eventually.

[ooc: For one please.]

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[witchy-prue.livejournal.com]

As far as Prue was concerned it was warm enough for one of those quick jump start your morning with cold water dips in the pool. And if it wasn't warm enough, well, it wasn't like she was going to catch hypothermia or anything.

When she heard the noise coming from the direction of the boiler room, however, she changed her plans. "Hello?"

[izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com]

Faintly, Isabel thought she heard someone calling so she jumped to her feet. "Help! Please!"

[witchy-prue.livejournal.com]

Prue ran towards the voice and quickly found herself standing in front of the door to the boiler room. "It's okay! I'm going to get you out!"

At least that's what she hoped would happen.

[izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com]

"Go for it," she called through the door before stepping away and hopefully out of the blast zone.

She wasn't sure exactly who was on the other side. Which, knowing her fellow students, meant the door would open just because some flipped a lock. Or it was going to explode or otherwise be destroyed.

[witchy-prue.livejournal.com]

Prue tried to open the door the normal way first since she knew by now that magic wasn't needed for every single situation. But when it wouldn't budge she took a step back and pulled the door towards her using her TK. She wasn't trying to knock the door off it's hinges or anything but when she was stressed she tended to go a little heavy on the magic.

[izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com]

The next person that tried to close the door would probably find that it was a little warped. But that didn't matter to Isabel at the moment.

"Oh thank god," she said as she step out of the room.

"Prue!"

[witchy-prue.livejournal.com]

"Isabel!" Prue was surprised that it had been her behind the door. She figured that Isabel of all people would be able to get out of that room. "What happened?"

[izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com]

Ordinarily she would have. Unfortunately this was just a bad combination of circumstances. Fortunately once she was out of the dark, she was focus.

"Wyatt," she said. "Something weird's happened. He doesn't know me and well, he's not exactly a nice person right now."

[witchy-prue.livejournal.com]

"Oh, god. This isn't good," Prue said. That was probably the understatement of the year. "We'll fix this, don't worry. Are you okay? I mean, physically?"

[izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com]

"No. Not good at all. Chris told me once about an evil version of Wyatt. I think this is it," Isabel explained. "With his powers? And a temper? This could get ugly. Sometimes I hate the weirdness this place throws at you."

She rubbed at her knuckles which were bruised and sore from banging all night. Add those to the aches from being TK'd about and sitting on the hard floor all night and Isabel was definitely not alright but she'd survive. There were more important things to worry about. "I'm fine. I'm going to go and find Chris. Maybe you can try and figure out where Wyatt is? And we can figure out what to do from there?"

[witchy-prue.livejournal.com]

Prue nodded. "That sounds like a good plan. I'll call you when I find out something. Be careful."

[izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com]

"Absolutely," Isabel nodded. "You to. Don't take any chances. At least not till we know exactly what we're dealing with."

[witchy-prue.livejournal.com]

"You don't have to worry about me. I'll be fine," Prue promised.

[izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com]

"Yeah, that's what we all say. Until we're battered and bleeding and needing the clinic," she replied as she started towards the stairs.