Room 226, Sunday evening

[blessed_twice]

After toying with his brother's "roommate," Wyatt withdrew to the room he had first found himself in to get some rest. Even megalomaniacs with phenomenal cosmic power needed to nap. The meditative state he put himself in was light enough that if anyone tried to come in, he'd wake up immediately.

Stupid brother.

Stupid island.

Still not king.

[ooc: for the pissed-off girlfriend.]

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[blessed_twice]

"Oh, I'll find you," Wyatt snarled as he woke up in the empty room. He got up and orbed away, trying to track Isabel.