The wedding and all the associated festivities had been fun, but after a pleasant afternoon with Wyatt at the New England Aquarium, Isabel was more then glad to be back in Fandom.

She unpacked quickly and settled in for her weekly dose of Phil Keoghan.

The door was open.
Friday's classes had been mostly uneventful, well except for the whole double entendres thing. She was still amused about the whole fire hose conversation. Then there'd been lunch. And girlkissy. Isabel was still surprised they hadn't gotten in trouble, but then again, Umbridge might be holding off till Monday's announcements.

Things in her room are pretty well organized and ready to be packed, so Isabel took the opportunity to check out the games website Anders had recommended.

The door was open.
The weekend had started off normal enough, with workshops on Friday. Then it started to get weird. Saturday was spent fighting Triceratops and then looking after Peter in the clinic. She'd spent the night and most of the day there, carefully returning to the dorms in the evening in order to get some decent sleep. Except she couldn't sleep.

Finally Isabel returned to her room and got ready for bed. Picking up Annie, she snuggled her close before falling into a restless sleep under the glow of the star lamp.
izzyalienqueen: (can't solve this puzzle)
Today had started out meh and went downhill from there. Class had a few good moments, but Isabel did spend most of it reminding herself that TKing the teacher would be bad. A trip to the gym and an afternoon of brooding did little to lift her mood, which was why she wound up at Caritas contemplating drinking for the third time ever. And then she talked to Jack.

Isabel flopped onto to her bed and her soundtrack, which had been blissfully quiet for a bit, suddenly started up again.

Mama, why am I so alone?
I can't go outside
I'm scared I might not make it home
I'm alive but I'm sinking in
If there's anyone at home at your place
Why don't you invite me in
Don't try to bleed me
I've been there before and I deserve a little more

I belong in the service of the Queen
I belong anywhere but in between
She's been lying
I've been sinking
And I am the Rain King

"Oh my god, I've become Max." Isabel buried her head under her pillow and whimpered.
Keeping busy was one way not to think. Between multiple common rooms and library, class and helping out Charlie, and a pleasant lunch of ice cream, Isabel has managed to avoid thinking about what was bothering her.

Tonight, the distraction was the gothic romance John had recommended to her in the library yesterday.

The door was open.
izzyalienqueen: (can't solve this puzzle)
Isabel had remembered how it was when she first came back to Fandom and she wanted to give Jack time. So she spent Friday helping Charlie, saying good-bye to Zero, and then going to dinner with Peter. This morning she'd gone for brunch and shopping with Parker. Eventually though, she'd had to go down to Jack's room. They'd talked but it had been uncomfortable and strange and Isabel wondered if it would ever be the same again.

The radio was playing but Isabel wasn't really paying attention.
Isabel had reluctantly left Jack in his room with Cedric. She'd wanted to stay, afraid his return was just a dream, but she knew that both Jack and Cedric needed to talk. Besides, she had to make a call.

After much squeeing, and a little bit of worrying, Isabel hung up the phone and stared at the ceiling, thinking over the last few days. The barbeque for the Fourth had been a blast. Goofing in the water with Cedric was fun, and it seemed like Karal enjoyed learning to swim. It was good to spend time with Aeryn since there was so little time left. Isabel was glad to hear that her advice to Dick had helped, and even more glad that Bridge would talk to Steve Peter. Then, there were fireworks. They were mostly literal, but still very enjoyable.

The door was open.
As always, Monday's workshops were entertaining. Afterwards, Isabel hauled her stuff back to the dorms, responded to an email from Parker, and then finally went down to Jack's room to retrieve the TV and DVD player he'd told her she could have. And that's when she found the letter.

Currently Isabel was attempting to rearrange furniture to accomadate the TV but she was occasionally distracted by the paper lying folded on her desk.

The door was open.
After getting a few hours sleep this morning and then a handwavey because OMG RL kicked my ass today trip to town to talk to the sheriff and have ice cream with Peter, Isabel returned to the cabin well before dark and sat down to write a letter.

Dear Jack )

[ooc: Peter and the sheriff modded with permission]


May. 22nd, 2007 08:01 pm
Dear Jack,

Hi. I'm not sure if you'll ever read this, but I stopped by the post office today and Katara told me about the mailboxes. Supposedly they can reach any time, any place. So I'm hoping a letter addressed to Jack Harkness, c/o The Time Agency, 51st Century will actually reach you. A girl can dream can't she? But if you do get this? You better write back.

Workshops have been interesting. I crashed the flight simulator in flight. Oops... But I did get to have some fun on a help line in Stupid People. Yes, I'm taking a workshop called How to Deal With Stupid People. Sadly smacking them is not an answer.

I'm on library duty again. Tuesdays now. We'll be cleaning up after the mess caused by graduation and the school blowing up for weeks.

Mostly though I've just been spending lots of time hanging out with people. There was another luau. Remember that last year? How much fun it was? I made Cedric another Hawaiian shirt. We're looking out for one another just like we promised.

There's been wackiness. Poor Gavin and Luke might never recover. There's also been fun at Theodoric's. And don't get too excited, but I had a sort of date. With Peter. It was fun.

I can hear you saying "I told you so" from here.

Shut up.

All in all things are pretty good. Except people keep leaving.

And well, I miss you. But you know that. Don't forget it.


After waking up and remembering the mostly depressing events of yesterday, Isabel decided that the last place she wanted to be for the day was the cabin. After grabbing sunscreen and a few bottles of water, she headed out into the quiet of the preserve for the day.

As the sun set Isabel returned to the cabin, got cleaned up and stretched out on her bed. Outside she could hear the sounds of people calling to one another as the evening campfires started. At some point, she supposed she'd have to get out and meet people other then her new little sister. But not tonight.

[Mostly establishy. But pokeable for a bit.]
It was weird being back in the cabins. Used to the quiet of her room, the noises of other people breathing and moving about as they got ready for bed reminded Isabel of her time in the Royalist camp in Antar.

Not willing to dwell on that unhappy time, she focused on the events of the last two days: laughing with Katara, giving Jack her memories, John and Aeryn's engagement party, the move to the cabin.

Really the only unhappy event had been saying good-bye to Peter. But given her new belated birthday present, Isabel wasn't willing to rule out a road trip before August.

She refused to think about what she was going to have to do tomorrow.

Waving her hand, she turned on the star light, then stretched out on her bed and closed her eyes.

[ooc: Establishy only as I am going to bed. My apologies to the radio people. *offers rum*]
Despite having fun at Alec's party last night, Isabel wasn't in the greatest of moods as she wandered about her room straightening up. Her package hadn't been delivered and she'd had to say goodbye to both Alanna and Greg.

Grumbling as she put the last of her clean laundry away, Isabel flopped down on the bed and reached for a book.

The door was open.
After the craziness of the last few days, Isabel was grateful for the chance to actually sit and relax for the night. Going for Jack's tattoo and crashing in his room seemed like a long time ago.

But, between dancing with Luke and Anakin, laughing with Cedric, and hanging out with Jack, teasing Xander and watching fireworks with Peter, she'd had fun at the Seahorse party even if the thought of radio still made her twitch. Then again, if she hadn't heard radio, she would have been a little more shocked when Capt. Jack joined her for breakfast Saturday morning.

Then on Saturday, there was graduation. And the school blew up.

Sitting on her bed, Isabel was sorting through copies of the pictures she'd gotten developed.

The door was open.
Still beyond pleased that they actually were able to pull it off, Isabel returned from Rikku's and made a phone call. Then she opened up her laptop and started tracking down spoilers for the season finales of all her favorite shows.

[The door, like the post is open.]
After enjoying way too much ice cream last night, and then stopping by to make sure the wee time agent and wizard were tucked in, Isabel returned to her room and actually had a relatively peaceful night's sleep. Up early, she stretched and went for an extended run about the island, enjoying the good weather.

After a shower and lunch, she called her mom to fill her in on the details of the weekend.

The door was open and there was a broom sitting on the extra bed.
A week that had included library duty, a night out at Caritas, movies with a friend, exams, and plotting a rescue mission meant that Isabel was pretty damn tired when she went to bed on Friday night. Unfortunately the conversation with Rikku brought memories and Isabel didn't actually get into a deep sleep until some time just before dawn. She slept till noon when the sound of yelling and chaos in the hallways woke her.

A quick look out her door found Isabel shutting it quickly. Beyond grateful to whatever quirk of Fandom left her still eighteen, she decided an afternoon with a good book was much better then weetiny chaos.

After a quiet afternoon, Isabel finally got out her camera and opened her door.
After a busy few days, Isabel was stretched out on her bed, reviewing her notes for Hunting.

The door was open.
After a the hectic pace of the last few weeks, Isabel was grateful for some downtime, even if it meant she had too much time to think about fun with the kids and saying goodbye.

But things were slowly returning to normal. She'd covered library, had breakfast with Cedric, spent time with friends, and fulfilled StuCo responsibilities. Looking at the two packages sitting on her desk, Isabel realized that some things had slipped through the cracks. She made two phone calls then settled down to do some studying.



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