Log: Angel and Yvette (BACKDATED)

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Backdated: March 28, 2012 at approximately 6 p.m.
(After a fun day out turns into a disaster, Angel calls Yvette in a panic)

Yvette had only just gotten back from class - she was in the process of laying down her bookbag on the table - when her phone rang. She smiled as she saw the caller ID: it was evening in England and obviously Angel had decided it was a good time for a call.

"Hello, Angel," she said as she answered, thumbing the button carefully with one long gloved finger.

Angel had hoped calling Yvette would do something for her currently twitching, jumping, dancing nerves. She was currently pacing around her room, one ear trained on what was happening on the other side of her closed bedroom door - she was waiting for the moment her flatmate returned, and she had to explain what had happened.

As soon as Angel heard Yvette's voice, though, all thoughts of explanation and calming down flew out the window, and words were streaming out of her mouth before she'd even thought about what she was going to say. "Oh my god Yvette! I messed up, I really messed up, oh this is bad, bad, bad..."

Yvette blinked at the babble coming from the earpiece. Holding up a hand in a calming gesture, despite the fact Angel couldn't see it, she managed to cut in: "Angel, slow down, yes? What has happened? Are you in danger?"

Angel continued turning in circles, her hands trembling as she processed that Yvette was talking to her. "Danger? No - I mean, yes. I mean - oh, I don't know!" She threw her hands up, the phone accidentally slipping out of her grip. By some stroke of luck, it landed on the bed - no harm done. Angel walked over to her bed, picking the phone up and dropping down, putting the phone back to her ear. She swallowed hard before speaking again, her voice shaking. "I exposed myself, Yvette. I didn't have a choice, people were going to get hurt, but...one of my flatmates was there. She saw it. She knows I'm a mutant."

The joke Yvette had been about to make about the word 'expose' died on her lips as she realised what Angel was saying. "You did not tell her?" she asked, careful not to sound incredulous, only concerned. "Is she Friends of Humanity?"

Angel blushed a bit, glad that Yvette couldn't see her. "No...I didn't tell her," she admitted sheepishly. Major mistake on her part, she knew. How was she supposed to know this was going to happen, though? "I could never figure out how to start the conversation - I mean, what was I supposed to say? 'Oh hey, if the heat ever goes out you won't have to worry about freezing to death because I can just set the coffee table on fire?' She would have thought I was insane. Or she would have freaked and thrown me out. It just wouldn't have ended well. And no, she's not FOH. Not that I know, at least." Thank whatever higher power existed for small miracles. "She was freaked though. And by freaked I mean when I tried to go near her she screamed, 'Get away from me, monster!' We were surrounded by people - I barely got away."

Angel could feel her heart slowly falling as she related the details to Yvette. The full severity of this situation was starting to set in.

Yvette closed her eyes and rubbed her temples, making a raspy sound as her glove shredded and re-knit itself. "It does not sound like the best situation to be breaking the news, no," she said, wryly. "You have no seen her since? Maybe you will be able to talk to her when things are calmer?"

Angel bolted up, thinking for a moment she'd heard the front door open. She kept the phone to her ear, barely breathing as she inched her bedroom door open and looked out into the common area. Empty. And the front door was still locked. Fabulous. Now she was hearing things. "No, I haven't seen her, and it's been hours. I looped around the neighborhood like a thousand times to make sure nobody followed me back. I thought she'd be here when I got back, but she wasn't. I tried calling her cell but it went to voicemail-" Actually, Angel was pretty sure she'd been sent to voicemail - the phone had rang twice before switching over. A sure sign that her flatmate had seen her name on the caller ID and hit the call-kill button. "I called a couple of our friends, but they said they hadn't seen her, and I don't know if they were lying and she told them to tell me that - oh my god, what if she's telling all of our friends? What if they're all together right now getting torches and pitchforks together and preparing a witch hunt?"

So no talking. And Angel was sounding more and more panicked, which was pretty much an indication of how freaked out she was. "You could come home?" Yvette suggested at last. "Back to the mansion? Even if it is just for a visit, you will have the chance to clear things up with your flatmate and your friends?"

The suggestion momentarily cut through Angel's panic. She blinked a couple of times, leaning against the door frame and staring at the wall opposite her. She had very mixed feelings about this idea. It would be a lie to say that she didn't miss everyone terribly, even if she did talk to her friends on an almost daily basis. There was something to be said about face-to-face interaction versus phone conversations. But...

Angel wandered out into the common area, heading towards the window and looking down to the street below. She was in love with England. She loved the city she was living in, she loved her flatmate and her friends (and even if they all turned against her, that was something that wouldn't change). And she'd gone through so much to get into this program...

But maybe she needed to put some distance between herself and her English friends. Just a couple of days, to give her flatmate a chance to wrap her head around what had happened that day. She'd keep trying to call, of course - eventually her flatmate would slip and pick up, right? "Maybe that's a good idea," she admitted finally. Then, because she felt bad about so thoroughly freaking out, "It must be so boring there without me around." The idea was laughable mostly because nothing wasever boring around the mansion. But Angel was determined to go out on a joke.

Yvette laughed at that. "Horribly," she replied. "Come back, just for the visit. Things will sort themselves out, I am sure."

A smile pulled at Angel's lips as Yvette laughed. Well she had accomplished something tonight, at least. "I'm sure you're right. Once my flatmate's had a chance to calm down and think I bet she'll be more willing to talk to me. And it'll be nice to get back to the states for a bit - everything is so backwards here. I still haven't figured out driving yet - remind me when I get back to tell you about the one time I tried, it was a disaster."

"Do you need any help with the arrangements? Do you want me to call your father?" Yvette was already thinking practically, working out what needed to be done. It was her way of helping, since she couldn't exactly offer a comforting hug, even if Angel had been in the same room.

Angel's smile fell. Her father. Oh man, how was she going to explain this to him? "No," she said reluctantly, even though it would be much easier to just have Yvette call him and take care of that. It was really a tempting offer. "I'll call him when I get off with you." She was also going to need to get a hold of her professors to let them know she'd be gone for a couple of days, she was going to need to call the airlines to find out what the earliest flight she could get back to the states was, find her passport, pack... "Thank you, though. Just start fireproofing the mansion. Angel's comin' home."