01. action; phone

[gdisnowpatrol]

I'm...guessing this antique doesn't have service to Seattle, does it? 

[a weak, awkward chuckle as Izzie tries to suppress a nervous breakdown]

Or, you know. Actually exist. I'm hallucinating, please Jesus tell me this is all one very messed up tequila-soaked dream...

Right. Well. Um. Hi. I'm Izzie. If someone could point me towards the nearest bus station and explain why I woke up in a pink, cat-printed nightgown I'd really, really appreciate it.


[Following the phone conversation...

A. Waking up at 748 Partridge, Izzie finds herself in a bed, sleeping next to someone she doesn't know, in a room with several stuffed animals. Feel free to see her with a catatonic D8 face

B. Izzie is wandering around town trying to find either a liquor store, bus station, computer or cell phone. Where is the friggin Wi-Fi?!]

Comments

[neantmoins.livejournal.com]

I do believe I said, yes.

[gdisnowpatrol.livejournal.com]

Shouldn't you be more, ah-?

[she tucks one hand into her nightrobe]

[neantmoins.livejournal.com]

Oh, well, I'm just his clone. I didn't quite inherit all of my original's quirks and habits.

[gdisnowpatrol.livejournal.com]

Cloning humans isn't medically possible. Not yet. And definitely not from a French guy who died hundreds of years ago.

[a snort, and Izzie breaks into giggles. They may be slightly hysterical :| ]

Because, you know, you being that actual Napolean makes more sense.

[the giggles become huge laughs]

[neantmoins.livejournal.com]

It is where I'm from, and they're really big on it. I attend an academy full of the clones of famous historical figures, the good and the bad.

[ he might be a little concerned about this. ]

Yeah, and usually being kidnapped into alternate timelines isn't possible either yet here we all are.

[gdisnowpatrol.livejournal.com]

[said between walloping snorts of laughter] Academies of clones-

[she waves her hand and tries to get composure]

I'm sorry, I'm sorry-

[she seems calm.

And then

SNORT]

Alternate timelines- who comes up with this crap? I mean, seriously!

[neantmoins.livejournal.com]

Yeah, tell me about it. Just wait until you meet the vampires, demons, and talking countries.

[gdisnowpatrol.livejournal.com]

[wiping at the corners of her eyes]

Talking countries. Do they have the accents? That'd be hilarious if they-[snort] had the right accents.