The Rantings of a Roving Reporter

Chloe shuffled quietly out of her room before V woke up, zomg she's a faster typer than I am!, suitcase in hand, and did her best not to frown at Bel sleeping on the couch. He's really trying to help this time, she told herself, for the slight reassurance that thought gave her.

Grabbing pen and paper, she wrote a quick note to Veronica and Piper:

( Dear Roomies... )

She left the note sitting on one of the tables where the girls would be sure to see it, and one distressed voicemail later, and she was up and out the door.

[Just establishing why Chloe won't be around this weekend, because she would totally be involved otherwise.]

Chloe finishes packing her bookbag and getting ready for work. She may be throwing things into the bag a little more forcefully than necessary, now that she's listened to the radio broadcast. She's still muttering something about stupid people trying to get themselves killed and not taking her with them as she heads out.