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...]
Top Model - Meg & Wyatt

Pixie Dust - Andrew

Campfire - Luke, English Peter

Luau - Jen, Dean

Chris's Birthday - Chris, Xander, Wyatt
At some point Isabel would probably have to apologize to any of her cabinmates for the shrieking. But it was a perfectly natural reaction to stepping into a shower while still half asleep and finding out that the water was ice cold. Fortunately the hot water heater was accessible and Isabel was able to use her powers to heat up the water it contained.

After her shower she left a note on the bathroom door, See me if you want hot water for a shower. Isabel

Heading back to her alcove and relieved to find her books were no longer clucking, Isabel sprawled on her bed and thought back over the last few days.

The good - Campfires, spending time with old friends, and meeting new people.

The bad - Three workshops in one day. Including one with Creepy Guy. Missing people.

Passing a hand over her hair, Isabel made sure it was dry and then tried to figure out what to do for the day. Saying good-bye to Sam was a must but Isabel was more then willing to delay that as long as possible. Realizing it was Wednesday, Isabel decided to drop by the library and see what was happening there and if there was going to be a summer schedule.

[ooc: will be a linkdrop when I get some time later. Cabinmates can handwave asking her to heat up the water, otherwise I'm around (if a bit slowish due to RL) Um yeah, plans have changed. AFK till around 4ish EST.]
Isabel wasn't certain what time she finally got home after prom night. All she knew was it was late and she was exhausted from dancing and excitement.

It was after twelve when she finally woke up, and much later when she finally got off the phone with her mother. Diane Evans had enjoyed hearing all the details about prom, and now that she finally knew the truth about her daughter, she liked hearing stories about her friends.

After finally hanging up the phone, Isabel opened the door to her room and stretched out on her bed to read, stopping occasionally to smile at the tiara on her desk.

[ooc: Door and post are open.]
All in all it had been a pretty busy week, between library duty, visits with friends, and lots of prom preparation. Saturday morning Isabel got up early and made a handwavey trip to town to check on the last minute details.

Late afternoon found her back in her room, busy getting ready and remembering last year when Xander and Bridge had been there to have dinner with.

Her mask was laying on her bed, as Isabel put on her dress and finished up her hair and make-up.
Isabel had done laundry after the StuCo meeting but never got a chance to put it away before she went to Caritas for Willow's party. Frowning at the pile, she started to straighten up.

The door was open.
Warm cat curled up on her feet, plate of brownies and a glass of milk on the table next to her, and Isabel sat back with her book and relaxed.

So far it had been a perfectly wonderful and relaxing break. There'd been mocking of the beautiful and famous, an unexpected return, hanging out with friends and lots of snow. Aside from tomorrow night's trip with Parker, Isabel planned on doing more of the same till her first class on Tuesday.

The music was playing and the door was open.
Lonnie slowly woke up, cursing quietly because her head hurt so badly. Without moving, she thought back over her night, trying to figure out what the hell she did to make it feel like she and Rath had spent the night drinking, smoking and playing some of their more kinkier games.

She remembered hanging out on the street corner. That one guy was hot but there was no way she was gonna pay. Then the two other likely prospects got distracted by that bitch. The bar looked like a good place to pass some time, even if the old guy did want to see ID.

Then she left...and met up with that blonde and her furry friend. It was all a blank after that.

A soft rumble caught her attention. Lonnie waved her hand and the lights came on. "The hell?" she yelled, staring at the thing sleeping on her floor. She picked up the nearest thing at hand, a book, and threw it.
After a quick trip down the hall and a weekend of being entirely too damn social, Isabel is ready for a quiet night in with a good book.

The radio's playing, Annie's curled up on her feet and the door is open.
After a late night in the common room, Isabel had slept in. After finally waking and getting dressed, she'd been on her way out the door when the phone rang. Forty-five minutes later she was still on the phone having a spirited discussion about men and the not-so-smart-things they can sometimes do with Maria.
The lack of a tree in her room had been bothering her, so Isabel spent Christmas Eve handwavily setting up a small tree on Xander's old desk. There's a stack of presents still to be distributed.

The door's open, the carols are playing and Isabel is wearing her penguin pajamas waiting for people to stop by.

[Extreme slowplay till about 7:30 tonight]
Isabel sat on her bed writing an email to her parents explaining why she wasn't going home for the holidays. Doing it by email felt like cheating, but at least her mom wouldn't be able to make her feel guilty like she would have if they talked on the phone.

As she typed, she sipped at a peppermint mocha. There's a second mocha and a box of assorted pastries from J,GoB sitting on the desk, (next to a print out of a newspaper article she's trying not to think about) all part of the lure she'd mentioned when she left a message last night.

Occasionally Isabel would glance at the open doorway expectantly.

[The mocha is for [livejournal.com profile] chasingsnitches but anyone else is welcome to stop by for a doughnut. Occasional SP due to RL.]
Aching and tired, Isabel let herself into her room and headed straight for the shower. She was achy, tired and worried about her friends and their injuries but she realized it could have been much worse. After all, they were dealing with trolls!

cut for future link drop )

After dressing in her favorite comfy pajamas, Isabel picked up her phone, left a message then stretched out on her bed with her eyes closed.


[for the boyfriend please]
izzyalienqueen: (if you just held me)
Warm, cozy and possibly not wearing not much in the way of clothing, Isabel snuggled up to a sleeping Greg and tried to relaxed. Or at least relax as much as was possible when there were competing stuffing recipes circulating in her head. She's not sure how staying in Fandom for the holiday became and option. But after talking to Jaye, and then Parker, staying in Fandom seemed to be the best thing.

All in all, life was looking up. She'd cooked Seely the breakfast she owed him, had a hilarious conversation with Cedric, and caught up with some other folks she hadn't talked to in a while. And best of all Peter was back in one piece.

She still hadn't heard from Max, after the email she'd sent him. But Isabel found it didn't bother her too much. Eventually they'd work it out. But for now, she was with friends and people who loved her. She couldn't ask for more.

Smiling, Isabel closed her eyes and went to sleep.
Even with the campfire, it had eventually gotten too cold to stay outside. Isabel returned to her room, pleased with her plans for the upcoming week, handwavey lunch and Halloween shopping with Jack on Sunday, a potential trip to DC with Peter and whoever else they could rope into on Thursday, and of course whatever wackiness Fandom might throw at them for Halloween.

Isabel had originally planned on doing some reading and then going to sleep, the sugar buzz from all those marshmallows changed that. Instead she was having a very animated conversation about Christmas preparations with Annie as she paced about the room, occasionally stopping to write something in a notebook on her desk.
Isabel wasn't surprised that she slept in late Monday morning. After all they'd been up late meeting people at Caritas on Saturday night. It had gone surprisingly well, even if Max was surprised that she was dating a geek with weird hair and the conversation with Peter had touched a little too close to home. It was still going well when they talked to Parker, even if she did scare Max just a bit. But then they's stop so she could check up on Bel. And he unintentionally blabbed and Max's head exploded. She didn't get to sleep after that.

Fortunately Max had calmed down by the them they met at the beach yesterday and he agreed to let her stay. Looking back, Isabel is pretty sure he realized that if he forced her to go home, the first thing she would do was tell their parents the truth.

She was glad that she and English Peter had organized the party. It seemed like everyone had needed a chance to unwind.

Showered, dressed and with time to spare before class, Isabel sat and did a little online shopping for an upcoming special occasion.

The door is open.

[ooc: Will be a link drop when I get around to redoing it. WTF LJ? You ate my post! I'm pretty much around for the day although I might disappear for an errand occasionally.]
Figuring that watching movies on the laptop would require a bit too much togetherness for four people, Isabel had handwavily borrowed Jack's TV and DVD player. They're set up on Xander's old desk along with a bowl of popcorn and a plate of brownies. The fridge is stocked with sodas and bottled water. The DVDs arrived this morning. All that's needed is for the guests to arrive.

[ooc: locked to the double date people please. Vaguely slowish until about 7:30.]
izzyalienqueen: (dark light)
After lunch Isabel faced the fact that packing couldn't be put off any longer. Her bag was open on her bed as she sorted through her clothes.

[ooc: open to all. Slow like whoa throughout the afternoon because RL packing needs to be done.]

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