The Den of Something, Thursday Afternoon

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Phoebe came in from class to find that the place seemed empty. She sat her books down and stretched her neck. Her math test had been a killer and she really wished the teacher was a demon so she would vanquish him with a clear conscience.

She sat down to start working on her homework and saw that she had new e-mail waiting for her.

She stared at the pictures.

"Oh my god!"

She reached for her phone and started dialing.



[[OOC: For a certain phone call, but anyone else who wants to call Phoebe, or any of the current residents of the Den are welcome]]