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[moleculars]

[ There’s a bang.

Piper gasps awake in a hospital bed, shooting straight up with her hands still as bloody and sticky as ever. They go to her stomach, where she peels away her shirt to see her wound slowly healing. Her hands still shake from what she remembers. It wasn’t a memory. Prue was standing right in front of her and she was in the Manor

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[ghostlighter]

[ That's Mom. That's Mom, and she's in the hospital and there's blood on her hands. That's Mom, in the hospital, bloodied hands, calling for Prue. He can tell where she is, but to find the hospital and actually get there would take time he can't stand to lose.

For a moment, he's entirely speechless. Then, he finds a word: ]

WYATT!!

[gluelighter]

[ Look, he'd rather his mother not end up in a bathtub without her kidney. ]

We don't know much past what you know. [ He leans against the nearby wall, resting a foot on it. ] The city itself brings people here. All types of people. Supernatural people. Overtime it's supposed to bring out...darker urges. There's a magistrate. And people have been here as long as a year.

...The device?

[ghostlighter]

Don't forget the part where half the stars were killed somehow. Still working on figuring that one out.

[ Chris picks the network device back up and holds it out to Piper. ]

Another "perk" of this place is that it's got a public network anybody can post to. Everybody gets one of these when they show up... or so I'm told. Looks like yours was already recording when you got here.

[moleculars]

Well, I can tell you now, I'm not going to be here for a year. My sisters will come save me. [ Hopefully. ] Darker urges such as demonic urges? [ She feels a bit weird saying it aloud, but all she can think of is being turned into a warlock. And it's best to be open about things than dancing around the bush. Her confusion will only increase if she avoids asking the ridiculous and specific questions.

Piper takes the device from Chris and looks at it. ] Stars? [ To herself: ] Is anything about this place relatively normal?

[gluelighter]

Such as ... sinful urges. And, maybe evil. Definitely not the decisions you'd normally make. [ And ... ] And, your sisters, unless they're brought here -- won't end up here. Time is suspended where we're from. Once we go back, our lives continue with no recollection of what we've gone through here.

[ He shrugs at that. ] Is anything in your life relatively normal?

[ghostlighter]

[ Chris frowns to himself when Wyatt describes the type of urges. That's another thing - he needs to figure out how to halt them, or even just slow them down... if not for himself, then for his brother. The city doesn't need Wyatt going power crazy.

He does get a quirked brow at the 'no recollection' part. What, seriously? That seems too easy. It's not enough for him to feel safe about revealing their identities, however, not even close. ]

I think what Wyatt means is... if we're getting out, we'll have to do it from the inside. That's what I've been working on the last few days, but there's a lot of stuff to go through and figure out what's rumor and what's fact around here. And... it'd be nice if you could help?

[moleculars]

[ Time is suspended. Fanfuckingtastic. Piper's listening, but she isn't taking it in for the moment. So if she goes home, she ends up dead. Or Leo may, after all, be uneducated in the barrier between the Underworld and San Francisco and may be able to sense something is wrong. But Piper knows her luck. That makes her desire to get out flake, if only for a moment. ]

[ She'd make a comment to Wyatt, already narrowing her eyes in response because how the hell would he know anything about her life? But Chris distracts her with his question, fortunately for her - blowing a fuse over that with the only two people who seem to give a damn would be a bad move. She falters for a moment. Prue's the one they should be asking. She knows what to do and she can do this. Piper only follows Prue's footprints. ] Help how? All I can do is make up a potion. And I've fought the Seven Deadly Sins before [ barely making it out alive from all the crap she bought, but no one needs to know about that ]. You'd need the Power of Three. [ Pity party commencing

[gluelighter]

You're anything but useless, m - [ He stops. ] ...man. Piper. [ He was that California guy now. ] And you know that.

[ghostlighter]

[ You're awful at this, Wyatt. ]

You're a Charmed One. Us? We're just a witch and a whitelighter.

[ This insecure version of his mother is a strange sight to see, having only ever known her as the oldest, the one in charge. Not to say that she doesn't have insecurities... but this is a new one. It makes him want to reassure her as best he can without revealing too much, let her know how useful she is whether she knows it or not. ]

Whatever you can come up with will still be tons better than what we've got.

[ ... okay, maybe being the sisters' whitelighter for a year and a half helped out in figuring out how to give pep talks. He's certainly had the practice for it. ]

[moleculars]

[ Dear lord, Wyatt. She gives him a look. She's not used to dealing with men like that. Ungrateful asses she can do. This? no. If she weren't focussing so much on that, she'd appreciate his vote of confidence very much. ]

You're a lucky witch and whitelighter. [ Jealous, a bit. She wishes Leo were at least here, giving her his usual tl;dr talks. And she doesn't particularly want to admit this: ] My powers are wonky. I can't orb or anything like that. [ If only she could astral project! ]

I'd only be able to whip up a spell [ which was more Phoebe's area of expertise, in her opinion, just as strategising and getting them out of shitty situations was Prue's ] or make some sort of potion. Which I doubt would help at all. I bet you two have thought those up already, huh? [ She may just even roll her eyes at herself. ]

[ She looks down and makes a face at the state of her shirt. ] Yuck. [ The perks of being a Charmed One, it seems. ] Please tell me this place is a little normal and has somewhere where I can get a shirt or something.

[gluelighter]

...There are shops.

[ Also, yeah, Piper can't orb. But her powers are wonky? ]

But, it's -- night. So, they're closed. And we're not as lucky as you think.

[ghostlighter]

... Uh. Not exactly.

[ His expression twists slightly as he tries to figure out how to explain. He can't cast spells, can't brew potions. Any attempts of his over the last few months have turned up completely flat - and for damn good reason. But how does he say that? Better to try and glaze over it for now while he attempts to think of an acceptable excuse. ]

What do you mean, your powers are wonky?

[moleculars]

You're not alone. That's a blessing.

[ Piper just linefaces over the fact that the shops are closed. Great, just freaking great.

She is not impressed at all when she says it ] I got a new power. Now every time I try to freeze, I blow things up. And every time I try to blow things up, I freeze. Wonky. I don't care what anyone says, the Elders' are punishing me for breaking all their precious rules.

[gluelighter]

...The Elders aren't punishing you. [ Though, he could see where she would get that. He was not a fan of theirs. Not by a longshot. ] Your powers are growing. Evolving. It's exciting. [ And apparently, inconvenient. ]

Hey, I could -- try and scrounge of something for you.

[ And because he sucks at being here and pretending, he orbs away to pick her up some clothing. Most likely illegally. ]

[ghostlighter]

[ Chris opens his mouth as if he's about to say something, then... raises a hand to let it drop instead. ] -okay, then. See you later, Wyatt.

[ He takes a breath and turns to Piper. Her mentioning of gaining a new power, and earlier call for Prue, is enough to place what time she's from to a very small window. What an awful window it is, too. ]

He's right, you know. Powers growing isn't something they'd do to punish you.

[ In fact, sometimes he wonders if it's the opposite. ]

[moleculars]

[ Piper can't help but grin. Wyatt reminds her of Leo's optimism. ] With my track record, I wouldn't be surprised. I just don't want it. I flick my hand and things shatter. It's not as convenient as teleporting or moving things with your mind. [ At least that isn't dangerous.

And she frowns for a moment. Wyatt's gone, at the drop of a hat, to go fetch her something when he could simply shrug his shoulders and stand there. ] Do you two know Leo? [ Better yet: ] Does Wyatt know Leo?