izzyalienqueen: (flying saucer)
Isabel was supposed to be finishing up some reading so she wouldn't have to worry about it over the break. Although she was tempted to let it go. Homework would be a great excuse to avoid people at the Hyperion.

But for the moment she was distracted by the CNN Video. Her roommate couldn't understand why she kept snickering.

Email with Meg.

[Mostly because I couldn't resist the link. But open for emails, phone calls, etc...]
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.]
After spending some time drinking margaritas at Caritas, Isabel and Meg finally made their way back to the cabin.

They were trying to be quiet. The giggles made it difficult.
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.
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.]
Isabel was not happy when she woke up and found out that Fandom Weirdness had changed her into a guy. Her mood started to improve once she made it to class. And it was much better after spending time in town catching up with people. It had improved enough, that she even sent photographic evidence to Parker.

Still, between residual issues from the weekend, and her sudden guyness, it meant that the six month anniversary evening she'd originally planned on had turned into a quiet dinner and then a walk in the preserve.

[For the boyfriend please. Comments are NWS!]]
Isabel had woken up hungry. Wyatt was still sleeping and she knew it wasn't nice to wake big people up on a Saturday morning, so she quietly slipped on her bunny slippers and went in search of food.

A while later she returned with a plate full of pancakes (although to be technical it was more syrup and Tabasco then pancakes) and set them on the desk. After looking at the clock, and she could tell time because she was a big girl, she decided it was time to wake up. So she poked him hard in the side. "Wyatt! Wake up! I've got breakfast."
After the utter suck of the previous week, this week had actually started off pretty well. Mostly. But that was something she wasn't going to think about because it still made her frustrated.

Instead she'd think about the newest bout of Fandom Weirdness. The angels.

She'd spent the day at Pixie Dust making phone calls, writing a letter, and researching. Her research hadn't turned up anything useful, although fortunately other people had. Hopefully they'd be lucky in their searches. For now Isabel was more focused on worrying about who hadn't returned her calls.

She flipped on her TV but even bad reality TV wasn't going to help as a distraction tonight.
She'd needed last night, Isabel realized. After everything that had happened, she needed a night of being quiet and feeling safe.

Eventually she'd made it back to her room. After a shower, she'd called her mom, feigning surprise at the news of the destruction of the Meta-Chem, and quickly changing the subject to the cleaning supplies that were currently working busily around the room.

"I know mom," she said eventually. "Yes, we'll be out for dinner soon. I promise. Bye." Isabel hung up her phone and opened her laptop. Solitaire would be a good way to not think for the afternoon.

[Door closed, post is open! And I'm about to go AFK till about 7 EST. I'll grab pings when I get back. And I'm back!!!]
Isabel still felt a tiny bit guilty for gently bullying Michael into coming shopping with her and Meg. After all, Sherpa detail usually fell under the category of boyfriend duties. But after the events of the previous week, she was still a bit worried about him and spending time together, even if it meant listening to him grumble about carrying packages, made her feel like he was going to be okay.

After lunch, and one last check of the mall directory to make sure they hadn't missed anything, they decided it was time to head back to Fandom.

"I am shopped out," Isabel said to Meg as they headed out the sliding doors to the parking lot.

It was just a simple shopping trip )

[Pre-played with [livejournal.com profile] goodgirlmeg and [livejournal.com profile] rebelheartalien, NFB for distance, NFI, OOC is love!]
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!!!]
It only took a moment for Isabel to move beyond the fact that her mouth was dry and her head hurt like hell to realize that her hands were tied behind her back and she'd been dumped on the cold floor. In a rush, the memory of being grabbed with Meg came back and Isabel's heart started to race.

Struggling in a bit, Isabel pushed herself up on her elbow and took stock of her surroundings.

An office of some sort.

Fortunately, with the lights on. Her fear of the dark was an added complication they really didn't need right now.

There was a low moan behind her, and Isabel tried to turn. "Meg? Are you okay?"

cuts are kind )

[Pre-played with the most awesome [livejournal.com profile] goodgirlmeg. NFB, NFI, OOC is <3!! ]

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