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The Den, Thursday
Nov. 15th, 2007 04:04 pmPiper loved the holiday season. Well, she loved everything except when radio stations play nothing but holiday music until the New Year. That was overkill. Still, she was really looking forward to spending Thanksgiving with people she cares about.
With that in mind, she sent an email to Chris and Wyatt, reminding them. When it bounced back to her, she tried sending it again. When that didn't work, she tried calling them both. She frowned when there was no sound on the other end. Not even a dial tone. Now she was concerned. She was concerned enough to try calling Anders, too. It was the same thing. Nothing.
"The hell?" she muttered to herself.
For some strange and inexplicable reason, Piper felt the urge to smack her eldest AU son upside the head.
Definitely weird.
[ooc: Establishy. I just couldn't resist. ;)]
With that in mind, she sent an email to Chris and Wyatt, reminding them. When it bounced back to her, she tried sending it again. When that didn't work, she tried calling them both. She frowned when there was no sound on the other end. Not even a dial tone. Now she was concerned. She was concerned enough to try calling Anders, too. It was the same thing. Nothing.
"The hell?" she muttered to herself.
For some strange and inexplicable reason, Piper felt the urge to smack her eldest AU son upside the head.
Definitely weird.
[ooc: Establishy. I just couldn't resist. ;)]
