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

[catslooklikeme.livejournal.com]

A hospital? Oh, you're a doctor! Smart AND pretty... and hard-working, too. That sounds really rough... How can you work without sleep?

Getting out of here... is the million silver question. No one really seems to know. I tried flying out, but I just ended up going in circles. There's this little girl who seems adamant that people NEED to stay here, because she thinks it's perfect. Be wary, she's right off the creep-o-meter.

[gdisnowpatrol.livejournal.com]

Tea, mostly. Lots of...tea.

Wait, we're held hostage by a little girl? Seriously?

[catslooklikeme.livejournal.com]

I can't say for certain that she's responsible for pulling us out of our homes... but ever since I showed up here, she's been saying stuff and... well, people have been listening and... well... it hasn't been good. She seems to act like she's got some authority...

Just... be careful, ok? This place is dangerous.

[gdisnowpatrol.livejournal.com]

I-

Thanks. For the warning.

I don't know how careful I can be, though. This place is really starting to piss me off.

Women can't even go in the bar.

[catslooklikeme.livejournal.com]

...what? Why?! [This is news to the flying not!cat.]

[gdisnowpatrol.livejournal.com]

The lack of a Y chromosome, I'm guessing.

[catslooklikeme.livejournal.com]

...the what?

[gdisnowpatrol.livejournal.com]

A penis. I don't have a penis.

[catslooklikeme.livejournal.com]

...oh. It's a sexist thing then. [Nall shuffles a bit, as if he's embarassed.]

...well that dumb. And what a loss for the dumb and ugly crowd of males in Mayfield. What will they do without the great equalizer of alcohol to help women overlook their obvious flaws? They're doomed.

[gdisnowpatrol.livejournal.com]

[a long stare before Izzie bursts out laughing]

Oh, I like you.

[catslooklikeme.livejournal.com]

[Nall grins, he succeeded in making the pretty girl laugh! Hooray!]

If you want, I could ask one of the guys I live with if they could buy some alcohol for you. It's not the same as being able to visit a tavern, but it's something at least.