Racing to find a place for my soul ... Or at least a place that's less familiar

Phoebe was packing an overnight bag.

The last few nights she had been having dreams about her mom and now she really needed to go to Fandom and spend some time with Piper. She didn't understand the dreams or why they had suddenly started up this week. What she did know was that she needed to see her sister and she needed to see her now.

She also had the overwhelming need to be in Fandom right now, but she had decided that feeling was because she was wanting so strongly to spend time with Piper.

After calling into work to take a few days off, Phoebe went back to packing her bag.


[[OOC: For the boyfriends if they so desire. :D]]

Phoebe was trying to relax after the carnival.

Her conversations with Hurley and Raven were keeping her mind pretty busy. She was worried about both of them -- although for different reasons. She was also thinking about Cole's friend and wondering how they could keep him alive.

Just a typical day for a Charmed One, when you thought about it.

Giving up on trying to relax, she reached for the phone and dialed her sister's room. It should come as no surprise that no matter where she was, when she was upset or worried, she always wanted to talk to her big sister. Leaving a message for Piper, she flopped down in one of the chairs.


[[OOC: For the sister and the boys. Piper's thread comes first, and the topics of conversations in the room are NFB. SP is love.]]

Okay, so she had managed to drag herself through this week without doing anything rash or losing her mind. (Although Thursday night at Caritas it had been a very near thing -- and she still had to put the fear of Halliwell into Connor...)

Now, she was sitting wrapped up in a blanket in her chair by the window and silently rooting for her cheerleader teammates to kick much ass at the competition. She hoped that Buffy would forgive her for not being in any shape to be there with them this time.

She was also pretty much expecting one or all of her sisters to call and check on her. She also should call Piper and tell her about Dane's attack before one of the boys did.



[[OOC: Open. There are a few people Phoebe needs to talk to or phone calls that need to be made so this is the post for them.]]

After hanging up on Piper, Phoebe returned to her and Cole's room. She had already planned to stay with Lana again tonight, but she needed to duck out of her friend's sight while she struggled to get herself under control. She didn't want Lana to see her in tears, so she went to her own room to pick up some materials for her class tomorrow.

Once in the room, however, Phoebe sat down on the couch and buried her face in her hands, trying to stop the tears from coming. Piper thought Cole killed someone... killed a witch. She didn't trust him.

What hell had Cole done? Why had he thrown a fireball at her sister?!

This just kept getting worse and worse.


[[OOC: For demonbelthazor]]

Thursday morning once again found Phoebe back at Selkie Cove. She had gathered quite the nice pile of shells and other things and placed them on the beach. Archie and Veronica had come to see her last night... as had Walter and Pippi and then much later, Lana.

It was hot again, today, but she wasn't really feeling too much as she was spending a lot of time in the water and diving down deep to the ocean floor. She'd come back up and then turn and dive down under the waves again. Somehow, she failed to notice that she kept winding up further and further out to the sea and further away from the island. The pull of the ocean was getting stronger and stronger and she was finding it that much harder to resist its pull.

She's still around to be called.


[[OOC: Open to play with MerPhoebe! *grins* Most of the power is out at work so there's not much else I can do! Please to entertain me?]]

Phoebe sat in the bed, under the blankets, with her knees pulled up to her chin. There were shadows creeping across the floor as the sun started to rise, but she barely noticed them.

Phoebe sighed and bit her lip.

They had wrongfully arrested Cole on Thursday... and it was now Monday morning. They still hadn't copped to their mistake and released him. She didn't know how much more of this caged heat bullshit he could take --- and she was failing him because she had yet to find anything to help him out of this mess.

At least she and Piper had made up and they were working together on this. She never felt right when she and Piper weren't speaking to each other or mad. It hurt way too much to be measured and it always left her feeling sick inside. Thankfully, it hadn't lasted very long this time. She didn't know what she was going to do next year when Piper was at college back in California.

She sighed again. Weekend roundup?

Love of her life got arrested for a crime he didn't commit. Sister cast a spell to keep him there. Someone she had come to believe was like the fifth Halliwell sister had turned on her because she wouldn't help prove that Cole was innocent of the charges. That still cut deep and made her so angry. Was offered Camulus' apartment to hide out in if she needed it. Spent as much time as she had been able to down at the station with Cole. Had a castle built for her by a horde of wee tiny hugging bunnies. She and sister made up and started doing research. Piper was staying with her in the South Attic so that she wasn't alone right now.

The weekend had been hell, and now it was Monday. She wasn't sleeping, and was sometimes remembering to eat. She really didn't want to go to classes today. She was glad that Piper was sleeping in the next room, though. She realy hated spending nights alone. She had gotten so used to Cole sharing the Attic with her that it felt so cold and empty right now... and it scared her to feel so alone.

When she found out who was responsible for all of this, she was going to kill them herself.

Phoebe was curled up in her and Cole's bed.  He had made her come back here from Ethics and she couldn't say that he was wrong in that she really shouldn't have gotten out of bed. Valkyrie was in the headboard keeping watch and Seraphim was at the foot of the bed.

She wasn't feeling well at all. She had once again started throwing up. Her fever had spiked and she could tell because she was feeling cold and shaky again.

Of course, she didn't know if it was from the flu or from the conversation she had just had with Cole in Tara's class.