The wedding had been wonderful, and it was great to catch up with friends. But unfortunately Monday found Isabel back in real life with not a single talking animal to be seen.

She made it through her classes, spent some time at the gym, had dinner, and finally made it back to her room just in time to start researching information for her next psych paper. That was, when she wasn't being distracted by games that were being shared by people on her Google Reader.

[Open for phone calls, emails, unexpected visitors...]
It hadn't been a bad last week in Fandom. Between being social, seals, presents, and reality TV, it was certainly memorable. Even if the good-byes weren't so much fun.

There wasn't much left to pack. But Isabel was taking her time doing it.

The door was open.

[OOC: Good-bye post. *sniffles* Assume handwavey phone calls. ETA: Random bouts of SP for the rest of the afternoon due to RL.]
Top Model - Meg & Wyatt

Pixie Dust - Andrew

Campfire - Luke, English Peter

Luau - Jen, Dean

Chris's Birthday - Chris, Xander, Wyatt
Isabel was used to bad dreams; nightmares really, of Antar, of Kivar and that dark room. And more recently nightmares of what had happened when she'd been taken. Sometimes she never managed to take control and just remained, trapped in Meris' mind. Other times that confrontation on the beach went much differently and ended with someone she loved dead.

But this was different. Amorphous and fleeting, Isabel couldn't make sense of it. She just knew it disturbed her enough that she wouldn't be going back to sleep anytime soon. Slipping carefully from the bed so she didn't disturb a sleeping Wyatt, Isabel perched on the windowsill to watch the sunrise over the island and think about the last few days.

[Establishy/linkdroppy unless the boyfriend feels like waking up.]
Keeping in mind her conversation with Dean the night before, Isabel made a call and left a message. Then she opened the laptop and started the movie she'd downloaded the night before.

Ten minutes into it she was facepalming. There was a whole lot of really bad dialogue. She wasn't sure the pretty could make up for it.

[Door closed, post open!]
izzyalienqueen: (flying saucer)
Continued from Here and Here

And the rescue party arrives )

[Pre-played with the most awesome [livejournal.com profile] blessed_twice, [livejournal.com profile] neurotic_witch, [livejournal.com profile] rebelheartalien, [livejournal.com profile] goodgirlmeg, and [livejournal.com profile] saltandammo. NFB, NFI, OOC would be awesome!!!]
Isabel had kept quiet on the ride from the Crashdown to the trailer park, silently hoping that Hank wouldn't be around.

"In and out," she said as the car stopped in front of the rundown trailer. "We've got a portal to catch." In three hours. But Isabel didn't see any reason to linger, and she was pretty sure Michael felt the same.

Be it ever so humble‚Ķ )

[OOC: Pre-played with the wonderful [livejournal.com profile] rebelheartalien and [livejournal.com profile] saltandammo, NFB, NFI, OOC=<3]
As Isabel argued with the Portalocity people about a last minute portal to Roswell, she thought about how much easier it would be to just call Wyatt and get him to orb her to Michael. But given what she suspected of happening, and how proud she knew Michael was; she didn't think swooping in with Wyatt would be a good idea.

Yet she still didn't want to go alone. Not when she remembered how badly things had gone when she and Max had tried to deal with Hank for her Michael so long ago. But there was someone who Michael had trusted enough to tell about Hank. And Isabel was pretty sure that he'd be more then willing to help.

After making all the arrangements for the portal, Isabel made her way down the hall and knocked on Dean's door.

Want to go on a road trip? )

[Preplayed with the most awesome [livejournal.com profile] saltandammo, NFI but OOC is <3]
Pixie Dust - Michael, Meg

Wyatt's Birthday - Wyatt, Michael, Hoshi, Johnny, Dean, Bridge, Meg

Common room - Andrew, Seregil

Luke's with Michael

Lawyering Up - Lana
Dean's Party had been fun. At least until the point Isabel had run into Ronan and he'd told her what Peter had done. Then the night became all about cheering up an unhappy friend. Isabel was pretty sure a movie marathon of Sparta, and Sea's Eleven, Twelve & Thirteen had done the job.

Or at least she hoped so, despite her best efforts, she'd fallen asleep sometime around four in the morning.

Yawning, Isabel sat up and stretched, then gave Ronan's shoulder a shake. "Wake up sleepy head."

]
Isabel had taken one look at the snow that morning and decided it was a day to stay in and relax. She'd made it to her classes, been more then social and had had an entertaining day at work, followed by a handwavey evening keeping Xander company.

As far as first weeks of school went. This had been one of the better ones.

The door was open.
Classes had started, and just like Isabel thought, they were rather interesting. It was certainly going to keep her last semester from being boring.

She'd made a run to J,GoB and picked up some chocolate dipped biscotti to share with Anders whenever he turned up. But for the time being she was surfing ONTD and shaking her head at the latest celebrity meltdown.

The door was open.

[ooc: Open but slowish till about 7:00 EST]
Isabel had had a busy week being pretty social since she'd returned to Fandom after spending the holidays in Roswell. It had been enjoyable, but surprisingly enough she was looking forward to the arrival of the new people and the start of classes. It was weird and in some ways sad to think it was for the last time.

There was a stack of blankets on the extra bed, ready for her trip out tonight to see the meteor shower, but for now Isabel was stretched out comfortably on her bed doing a little web surfing.

The door was open.
The doorman had been mildly suspicious, but between a combination of good forging skills and alien-fu, he couldn't find a thing wrong with their IDs. With the additional help of two pretty, dressed to kill blondes smiling at him, he really had no choice but to let them into the club.

"Well we're not in Fandom anymore," Isabel said, just loud enough to be heard over the music. "Who's ready to dance?"

[For the date. And the other two people on the date. Of their own. Nothing kinky happening. Move along...]
Saturday had been quiet after the memorial service, and Isabel had taken to opportunity to catch up Parker, spend some quiet time with friends, and ponder exactly how soon was soon.

Of course the quiet couldn't last long and Isabel was still boggling over the whole reverse-weetiny thing when she turned on her TV and sat down to watch the Amazing Race.

The door was open.

[Will eventually be NSFW now.]
The day started off happy enough, and the visit to Xander had been enjoyable. But Isabel was still disturbed by Ares' class and her conversation with Dean.

She knew things had been going too well.

The door was open as Isabel tried to review her notes for class. Which looked an awful lot like staring into space.
After class, Isabel had made a handwavey trip to the gym where she spent some time on the elliptical trainer and possibly a little too much time hitting the bag. Not that she had issues or anything. No, none of those.

She showered and changed clothes, then sat down to send an email to Maria filling her in on the last few days. Isabel was pretty certain Maria would appreciate hearing about stubborn boys.

The door was open.
izzyalienqueen: (Joy)
Work and being social meant that Isabel was more then content to spend Sunday quietly in her room doing some writing, reading for class and surfing around on the web.

Then the phone rang. Recognizing the number, Isabel flipped open the phone. "Hi Maria. What's up?"

For once, it was good news )

Thirty minutes later, Isabel hung up the phone and sat in stunned silence for a few minutes as the shock wore off. Then she let out a yell of pure glee, before starting to pack.

The door was open.

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