Early Wednesday Morning, 518/520

Phoebe hadn't slept much. In fact, as soon as she was sure the guys were asleep, she had snuck out of bed. Her head was really hurting and feeling all of the hate and anger that had permeated Aziraphale's office had only made it that much worse. The fact that someone was purposefully hurting people was weighing heavily on her mind.

What made it worse was that she wasn't able to make sense out of her premonitions and help with what was going on. She saw things that were going to happen, but she wasn't getting enough details to help anyone -- or put a stop to the person causing them.

Around sunrise, she got up from the couch. She was planning on making tea to see if it would help with the empathy headache.

When she stood up, she felt slightly dizzy and then clenched her eyes shut, not wanting to see.


( This was really beginning to suck... )

Spilled tea forgotten, Phoebe curled up where she was on the floor. Between the emotions she was picking up that seemed so strong and the rapid-fire premonitions, she was really not enjoying life right about now. The emotions from whomever was doing these things and the emotions coming through her premonitions were getting stronger and she didn't know how to help stop the person causing all of this.


[[OOC: For the occupant(s) of the rooms. Premonitions used by permission.]]

Wednesday Night, Suite 518/520

Phoebe had fully intended to stay locked in the safety of her rooms all day and night -- except for going to cheerleading -- as she had promised Anders. She also had intended to not go anywhere alone as she had promised Cole.

Even the best of intentions can be led astray by the boredom of a teenage girl.

She hadn't planned to go very far. She was just going to go down to the fifth floor common room and see who was down there and try to relax.

She wasn't even halfway to her destination when she was rocked by emotions of such intense anger and deep sadness that she was forced to lean against the wall. She waited for the feelings to pass... but they didn't. She whimpered softly and shook her head, but the emotions didn't dissipate at all. They made her head hurt even worse and she turned and stumbled back to her rooms.

She shut the door behind her, but it may not have latched completely. The headache had turned into a migraine and she was near tears when she sat down on the floor next to the couch. Concerned, Seraphim and Valkyrie were pacing the couch and nudging her.

"What is going on," she whimpered softly. "Why can't I find out who is causing all of this?"


[OOC: For demonbelthazor and futurebucs_star]