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.]
The weather was warmer then it had been, so Isabel spread her blanket on the grass outside the cabin, turned on her iPod and settled in for an afternoon of gossip magazines and romance novels.

Interruptions were more then welcome.
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
At any other time Isabel would have felt guilty for being grateful that the emergency room had gotten so much busier with people in much more serious conditions. But right now, as far as she was concerned, anything that kept them from focusing too much attention on her, or slowed down the lab work they'd ordered, was a good thing.

The Tylenol she'd been given hadn't done much to reduce pain from her ribs, or the pain from her head where she'd hit the ground, but Isabel didn't want to risk taking anything stronger, even though it had been offered. With the way her luck was going today, she'd react to it like she did to alcohol. And that would be bad.

For what seemed like the millionth time, she hit the button on her cell phone to check the time, all the while hoping Wyatt would turn up soon.

Enter the White Knight and cavalry, stage right. )

Meanwhile, elsewhere in the hospital… )

Back in the ER… )

[NFB for distance, NFI, OOC is love. Preplayed with and many thanks to [ profile] blessed_twice, [ profile] lovelylana, and [ profile] dr_jwilsonmd]
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Isabel had gotten back to her room after her adventure in the sewers and immediately left a message for Ronan telling him not to expect her for her usual visit. After this afternoon, being out after dark didn't seem like the wisest thing.

She wasn't sure she she'd been thinking going out like that. It was stupid in retrospect. Hell, she knew it was stupid even as she walked through the dark tunnels. But despite last night's conversation with Bel, she still wasn't certain sticking a soul back into Angel was the right thing to do. Just because they wanted their friend back, was it fair to saddle Angel with a new burden of guilt because of the people Angelus had hurt?

Still frustrated with herself for not keeping the promise she'd made to Angel so long ago, and feeling slightly guilty for being relieved that she didn't because it still meant there was a chance to get her friend back even if it wasn't fair to him, Isabel scooped up Annie and cuddled her on the bed, watching as the last of the afternoon light faded. She hoped tomorrow she wouldn't have a reason to regret what she didn't do today.

[ooc: Door's closed, post is open]
Xander's Birthday - Xander, Bridge, Anders, Wyatt

Keeping Your Wits - Lana, Wyatt, Savannah

Top Model - Hoshi, Chad
Parents Weekend was over and it seemed like everyone had survived with only a minimal of damage. There had been tough parts, good parts, some very good parts, and an unexpected reunion of sorts.

After Monday's classes were over, Isabel went back to her room and got back to work on her applications.

She was going to be extremely glad when the whole process was over.

The door was open.
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.
After visiting Cedric, Isabel returned to her room and straightened up for a bit, thinking about the past several days.

The new semester was off to a good start. She'd met new people and spent time with old people. Classes looked like they were going to be fun and she'd gotten a new job.

Cleaning up complete, Isabel sat down on her bed with the current copy of Vogue. She considered it homework for work.

The door was open.
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.
It had taken a while to clean up the common room after feeding a small army of students. Isabel hadn't cared, it gave her time to process what Luke had told her about Anakin and what Bridge had told her about Xander. Maybe that's why she got so frustrated with Bel, she wasn't ready to lose another friend. But despite all that it was nice to just hang out and talk to both new and not so new people.

After a long, steamy shower that muffled the sound of any tears, Isabel dressed in her comfy pajamas and sat on her bed with her laptop in her lap. It only took a few minutes to type up a message and only a few minutes more for a mail undeliveable message to appear. Silently Isabel closed the laptop and put aside before stretching out on her bed. It took a long time for her to get to sleep.
After baking, Isabel had taken a long walk around the island, eventually winding up at the small, secluded beach she and Greg had picnicked at. It was nice to remember happy times and not have to worry about facing anyone that would ask questions about last night's radio. When it started to get dark she returned to the school, collected her cheesecake from the classroom fridge, and returned to her room.

The cheesecake's in the mini-fridge, Isabel is contemplating nail polish colors, and the door is mostly open.
After going to the gym and then getting annoyed with Cam, Isabel returned to her room and attempted to study for her US Government midterm. She only had to stop occasionally to wipe her eyes.

[Door's open, it might be a bit slow because I'm baking cookies.]
The bouncing is really starting to get annoying. Isabel doesn't feel like standing around the common room again tonight so instead she's sprawled across her bed watching the Food Network.

[The door's open.]



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