Piper Halliwell

Piper knew what day it was. She wondered if that had anything to do with the news she learned today. She was going to be a grandmother again, before she had any kids of her own. This time, it was Chris and Summer's news. One of those kids who showed up every once in awhile was finally going to exist in this time.

Yes, she knew, technically, Chris and Wyatt weren't hers, but she claimed them as such. So any of their kids were her grandchildren. The universe did not care that she was only 26.

Oh, and this was not an April Fool's joke. It had more to do with Fandom having a sense of humor. As usual.

She wondered if anyone else in her family had news to share. She was ready for whatever.

[open for family, friends, phone calls, etc.]

When Piper reappeared, she was still on the floor. The server she had just bumped into was about to drop a bunch of glass wear she'd been carrying. Just a few moments ago, or so it seemed to her, that same server had been engulfed in black clouds of nothing. It didn't take her long to realize what was happening. Somehow, everything had been corrected.

The sound of the shattering glass was welcome, though Piper quickly made sure to apologize for causing the whole thing in the first place. She even helped clean up the glass.

"I have to go," she announced once that was done. "Family emergency!"

With that, she ran back to the hotel as fast as she could, at the same time texting pretty much everyone she knew: At the hotel. Safe.

As soon as she arrived at the lobby, she was greeted by a cat who had anxiously been waiting for her. She smiled at Kit before lifting her up. "Hi, were you lost, too?"

She knew there were calls that needed to be made. There were voices she needed to hear.

[open for anyone who wants to get in touch with her!]

Thanksgiving at the Hyperion was a tradition by now. Piper and Veronica made sure of it as they once again took over the kitchen. They were cooking enough food to feed a small army.

Various appetizers were available to enjoy (some including bacon) while awaiting dinner. It was just a few hours away.


[for residents, friends of residents, guests of friends, etc; posted super early for epic holiday slowplay!]

When Piper returned home from classes, she was greeted by Veronica and a cake. Of all the ways to be greeted after a long day of classes, a cake was one of the best.

It was her birthday today and she was no longer a teenager. It wasn't as weird as she thought it would be.


[ooc: open for phone calls or visits if anyone so desires.]

Piper 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. ;)]

After the handwavey phone call from Chris and Wyatt last night asking to visit, Piper set to work cleaning the apartment. Or at least cleaning it more. She wanted to make sure the place was spotless. Sure, they were her sons from a different timeline in the future, but they were still family. She wanted everything to be perfect.

Too bad she didn't have time to bake anything. At least not yet.

( Wherein Piper learns some of the truth and the boys break stuff... )

[ooc: Preplayed with blessed_twice and neurotic_witch who are visiting me later tonight with other FH players for my birthday, yay! *glees*]