fandomassistant | Assistants' Lounge, Tuesday, April 4

"A robot witch doctor," Isabel repeated slowly. "That's not something you hear about every day. But it sounds almost normal for this place. And I missed the show in the park. I was helping Peter run Game Night. It was actually pretty funny watching Aeryn and Anakin try to take over the world."

"Did Anakin cheat and use his powers to move the pieces around?" Bel joked. "Who won?"

"There was no cheating as far as I can tell. Although I was tempted to use my own powers a bit," she admitted. "I was not having the best luck. It ended with Aeryn and Anakin split pretty evenly. But it was getting late, or more accurately, very early Sunday morning, like near dawn, so we called it a draw."

"What kind of things can you do?" Bel asked curiously. "That is, if you don't mind me asking."

"No, it's fine. It's not like things are a big secret anymore," she said with a shrug. "Most of what I can do is based on molecular manipulation. Like how I removed the stain (http://community.livejournal.com/fandomassistant/13009.html?thread=947665#t947665) from the couch last week. I can change colors, temperatures, um, remove the keyhole from someone's doorknob. I can levitate some small stuff. But honestly? I've never been anywhere where I can practice and see the limits of what I can do. I've always had to hide it. So I don't know, maybe I can do more."

She didn't mention being able to dreamwalk, not after what Anakin had said about people's reactions to him getting into someone's head.

"You should talk to Piper some day," Bel said. "She can manipulate molecules as well -- either speed them up and make them explode or slow them down and freeze them -- but she doesn't have the control you have to do changes like you can do. Maybe you can learn something from each other."

"That would be good," Isabel said, "Although you'll have to introduce us one of these days. I don't think we've ever met. I'm not sure how much help I'll be though, I don't know how I learned to control it. It just seemed like I always knew how to do it. I guess we were engineered that way."

"And she's a witch, so her powers might work differently all together," Bel said. "Still, can't hurt to compare notes. I'll introduce you next time I see both of you around. You gonna be at the kissing thing tomorrow?" He made a face.

"Since I'm not nominated and have no chance of public humiliation? I'll probably stop by," Isabel said with a laugh and then laughed some more. "Oh! That's right, didn't you make the finals?"

"I'm hoping they forget all about it in favor of the girlkissing," Bel grumbled.

"That will never, ever happen," Isabel smirked. "Boykissy is too pretty. Besides, I'm sure you and Angel wouldn't want to disappoint all your fans would you?"

"Fans?" Bel's voice was close to a squeak. "I don't know why people voted for us. I'm not sure what they're expecting."

"It's pretty simple," Isabel said, trying hard not to laugh. She wondered if there was an possible way to induce flailing. Because flailing was always amusing. "You're a good looking guy and Angel's a good looking guy. Add to that the fact that Callisto and Phoebe both seem pretty happy with their good looking guys, it must mean you both have skills. So, to say it simply? Hot guys plus skill equals pretty show. That sound about right?"

There might have been beginnings of pre-flailing stirring in Bel. "Okay, I accepted that I have to kiss Angel ~~because Veronica is emotionally blackmailing me~~," he said. "But...put on a show? No. No. I mean, it's just going to be a quick kiss, right?"

The poor innocent demon, he really had no idea. "Bel, seriously. You don't really think you're going to be able to get away with just a quick kiss? Do you?"

She couldn't help laughing. "Think of the women involved in this. Callisto came running to Art Studio the other day just to see Angel kiss Barbossa. Now Barbossa is a really sweet guy. But pretty? No. This is going to be an event tomorrow. People are going to be really, really disappointed if you wimp out." She was so going to hell for this.

Bel glared. "I am not a wimp," he said. "But I don't have to prove it by...by...that."

"I'm not saying you're a wimp. Far from it," Isabel said. "I'm just trying to explain to you what the crowd is going to be looking for tomorrow."

"They're going to be disappointed then," Bel said sullenly, crossing his arms.

"They might also wind up dead from glare, at least if Aeryn is one of the finalists. She was not happy about being nominated at all." She leaned back against the couch and took a sip of coffee. "I'll be crushed by the disappointment, but I suppose I'll survive."

Bel eyed Isabel warily. "You're being sarcastic, right? You're not really going to be disappointed, are you?"

"What if I said I was?" she asked.

"I'd say I was sorry?" Bel offered lamely.

[ooc: Running home from work, back in an hour!]

"It's okay," Isabel said with an attempt at sincerity. "It's not like I haven't had a really bad week or two and was looking forward to the pretty just to lift my spirits a bit."

"You don't play fair," Bel said, pouting.

She snickered. "Well remember, I'm the evil alien."

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