Room 225/227, Wednesday afternoon

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Step One: His room was no longer lavender, thanks to his girlfriend's alien mojo.

Step Two: He had left his door open to see the comings and goings across the hall, and once he was sure the room was empty, he called the aforementioned girlfriend with the alien mojo. Getting into the locked room was easy when one could orb. And so he wrapped his arms around the girlfriend with the alien mojo, perhaps letting his hands wander to places that wouldn't be polite in public, and orbed them into room 225/227.

He may have been humming the theme to "Assignment: Improbable" under his breath.

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"The guys in the movies are always flirting with the girl," Wyatt pointed out.

[izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com]

"But not in the middle of the mission." Then she thought about some of the movies she'd seen. "Never mind. You're right. Carry on."

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"Very tempting," Wyatt murmured. "Unfortunately, I don't know how much time we have before Anders and Bridge walk in."

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"We'll just have to make this quick then," Isabel grinned, giving him a quick kiss. "Shall I get to work?"

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"Work your magic," Wyatt said, opening up a closet door. "Pink, pink, nothing but pink."

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"You do realize they're going to come hunting for me," she pointed out. Not that that thought stopped her from stepping forward and quickly turning everything in the closet a nice bright pink.

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"Deny everything!" Wyatt said, pulling open Anders's drawers. "Why on earth would you turn all their clothes pink?"

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"Gee, I wonder," Isabel said dryly, passing her hand over the clothes. "If I find all my stuff on the roof? Guess who's moving it back?"

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"You can probably bargain for your safety by offering to change things back," Wyatt pointed out. "Though I do invoke the boyfriend clause if they try to get you to do something similar to me."

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"Oh I will change things back. Eventually. I just want to see the flailing first."

She grinned, working on the next drawer. "You're safe. Pink's not your color." Maybe a nice orange instead....

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"Neither is lavender," Wyatt grumbled. "They're getting off lightly."

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"But it was such a lovely shade," Isabel teased as she moved on to Bridge's side of the room.

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"Maybe on you," Wyatt said, eyeing Isabel and imagining her in a lavender dress. "But I like my walls plain ol' white. Or maybe a blue or a green."

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"You should have told me. I would have done that instead of changing them back to white." She wondered how Bridge would feel about being the pink ranger, it just seemed wrong. "This is hard. I can't picture Bridge in anything but green."

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"Me neither," Wyatt snickered. "But it'll be fun to see. All set now?"

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"I think we can safely say my work here is done," Isabel grinned, setting down the pair of gloves she'd just turned a shocking shade of pink.

"So if the mission's accomplished? What's a secret agent to do?"

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"Go back to his room and celebrate a victory over the enemy?" Wyatt suggested with a grin.

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"Alone?" she teased.

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Wyatt made a grab for Isabel's hips and pulled her against him. "Of course not," he said. "He needs a beautiful leading lady to keep him company."

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Isabel wrapped her arms around his neck and smiled. "I see. Has that roll been filled? Or are you still auditioning?"

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"Care to visit my casting couch?" Wyatt smirked.

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"I'd love to," she replied, moving in for a kiss.

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Mid-kiss, Wyatt orbed them across the hall to his room.