While Isabel did her own packing upstairs, Wyatt was finishing packing in his own room. He'd already orbed a lot of stuff home, leaving the important stuff to be taken along on the road trip. He was stalling, just a bit, distracting himself by checking his email and looking up places online they might visit on their trip.

[Goodbye post -- meant to have this up much earlier, but I was traveling all day. May be SP at times because my parents will pout at me for being on the computer while I'm home. Late pings are fine. :) ]
After making a few phone calls, Wyatt tried to figure a way to get Prue out of the spider's cocoon. He tried orbing and a few spells he quickly came up with, and even summoned Excalibur to try to slice the webbing off. Nothing worked. And his brother was still unconscious in the bathroom. Not a good day.


[ooc: for the people who actually live in this room and them that was called or called by those who were called.]
Playing babysitter for the wee incarnation of his girlfriend hadn't been on Wyatt's agenda for the weekend, but he would do his best to deal and just hope that once the weekend was over, Fandom would restore her to normal. If not, he'd have to send her out to San Francisco to live with his five-year-old self or something.

He held Isabel's hand as he orbed them to the beach. "There you go," he said. "Where do you want to make your castle?"

[For [livejournal.com profile] izzyalienqueen, [livejournal.com profile] neurotic_witch, [livejournal.com profile] snarkyprincess, [livejournal.com profile] walks_two_paths, and [livejournal.com profile] fantastic_torch.]
Things had been going so well. So incredibly well. Well, except for the weird and deadly board game Isabel had found. (And, okay, except for flailing when Savannah came to him for sex advice.)

Then on Friday night, as Parents Weekend began, he and Chris had gone out for pizza so they wouldn't mope about not having parents there. And two suspiciously-acting cousins had shown up. They were so suspicious that Chris had called Bridge to check them out. And then they learned the truth: the "cousins" were really their parents in disguise -- the parents they thought had been dead for the past decade and a half.

It was too much to process. He'd gone to Isabel's room and spent the night there, needing to hold on to someone he could believe in. In the morning, he'd gone to get Chris, only to find him with Lana (despite earlier insistance that there was nothing going on between them, wtf). They'd gone to talk to Prue only to find out she knew that their parents had been alive, too.

Isabel and Prue (and maybe Lana, too, he didn't know) had encouraged them to talk to their parents and find out why they had faked their deaths and left them to be raised by their grandfather. Isabel had come with him to the Devil's Nest to confront Piper and Leo. He was still struggling to understand, but he was feeling less angry.

But for now he was lying on a blanket in a clearing in the preserves, his arm around Isabel, watching the Perseid meteor shower. This was the surprise she'd mentioned, and he was more than happy to forget about the past two days and just lie there with her and count the shooting stars until the sun rose.
With no classes this week, Wyatt had made the most of the day by sleeping late. When he finally got up, he realized his cell phone had died who-knows-when and plugged it in to charge. Retrieving a message that was a few days old, he called Savannah. The door was open now as he waited for her to drop by.


[For a specific visitor, but post is open.]
blessed_twice: (Wyatt is determined)
After hanging out at the park for awhile, Wyatt headed back to the cabins, flopping heavily down on his bed. Aunt Prue had died long before he was born, murdered by Alyssa Milano a demon. It was cool meeting her finally, but it made him start thinking again about how much he wanted to find a way to bring his real mom and dad back to life. There had to be a way to do it. He knew he had the power inside him. He just had to figure out how to tap into it.

[ooc: Open. I don't think anyone's claimed A2 yet. If I'm wrong, let me know and I'll change it. :)]

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