Beach in the Umbridgeverse - wee Anakin Solo, Savannah

Caritas with Clint

Room post - Savannah & Bel

Talking with Phoebe

Caritas - Kitty & Rory

Detention Breakout - Dinah, Phoebe, Wyatt, Jack Priest, Kaidan

Whitehat Hideout - Stephanie, Robin, Phoebe, Eve, K-mart, Shira, Sean, Belthazor, Wyatt, Stark, Piper

Heading Home with Wyatt

Filling Parker in
So last week had pretty much sucked. What with the fighting and the disappearing and the dramatic gestures and filling people in.

But ultimately they'd won. People returned. And there was celebrating and breakfast.

Returning to Roswell and finding everything the way it was supposed to be had been a relief. Finding out all her exams were over when she'd returned the Las Vegas a day later had been an even bigger relief in some ways. It meant she had more time to focus on catching up with all the holiday planning that had been disrupted by the world almost ending.

Three days later, after a massive online shopping spree and an afternoon spent decorating the apartment, Isabel was willing to admit she'd caught up as best she could and that it was time to relax.

With a bridal magazine.

Beware the OCD organizer girl on a mission.
Keeping in mind what she'd been told at the library, Isabel kept a wary eye out on the way back to Ronan's house.

She didn't notice anyone suspicious and maybe she was just being paranoid, but it seemed like the streets were a little emptier then normal.

Relieved to finally be back in familiar surroundings, Isabel poked around the kitchen and tried to figure out what to make for dinner.

[For the housemates or anyone else that needs her]
Somehow Isabel had managed to keep the conversation fairly light when she'd met Parker in the Perk the night before. The other girl was too travel-lagged and over-tired to deal with news about missing friends and Isabel figured she'd appreciate a night's sleep before having to face the current reality.

Because reality was better faced with food, Isabel was in the kitchen quietly making breakfast. And coffee. Lots and lots of coffee.

[For the housemates or anyone else looking for the alien girl. One of the kidlets is sick so I'll be home and pretty much around all day.]
The unfortunate thing about life after Fandom was that it required a job that didn't give you time off for weirdness or the potential apocalypse. Isabel had managed to get through her shift on Saturday although she'd grown progressively more on edge as the evening wore on and she realized the number of staff people that weren't around when they were supposed to be.

With Wyatt in San Francisco checking the Book of Shadows, sleep wasn't really an option once Isabel got home. Instead she spent most of the night texting Wyatt and Parker like some sort of crazed stalker just to be sure they were still around. Isabel was definitely not thinking about what she would do if one of them stopped responding.

At some point she did finally doze off for a few hours of restless sleep, only to be woken by her alarm reminding her that crisis or not, there was a job to go to.

Cranky and clutching her coffee, Isabel left her car at the parking lot she used and walked towards the Vegas Strip, only to stop dead at the sight before her. Instead of several acres of buildings housing a casio, shopping and hotel towers, there was only blackness. A blackness it seemed only she could see judging by the tourists that brushed past her without a care in the world.

Things were getting serious. Pulling out her phone, Isabel left a few messages for some people. After another incredulous look at where the casino used to be, she headed home to wait.

[For phone calls, visits, etc...]
The summer semester was over and Isabel had a few days of down before the fall semester began. It was hard to believe she only had two more semesters until she graduated. She had a feeling the time was going to go by quickly. That thought might be why she was perusing want ads although maybe she should be considering positions in San Francisco in the future.

Last week's Project Runway was playing on the TV and job searching was on the verge of losing out to Farmville. Isabel had priorities after all.

[Open if you feel like calling or dropping by!]
While the April Fool's Dance had been enjoyable, in retrospect Isabel wasn't surprised that the island decided to play a giant prank of it's own.

Ordinarily that wouldn't be a problem. After five years, both she and Wyatt had a routine for dealing with Fandom weirdness. Facepalm a lot on Monday morning, talk it out, and then life moved on. Except this time life got in the way. An early class meant they couldn't talk that first morning. Then there had been work, and papers to write, and a few demons that just refused to be vanquished in timely manner.

Isabel understood why Wyatt didn't want to leave Chris handle the situation on his own, but she reserved the right to be a bit cranky both about unresolved issues and about spending her birthday alone.

[Open! SPish till about 8.]
An unfamiliar bed plus an almost eight months pregnant body meant Isabel hadn't gotten the best night's sleep. Then again, she hadn't had a decent night's sleep since the small person had taken up tap dancing on her kidneys.

With a yawn and a quick mental review of exactly how long it was till her due date, she rolled over and poked Wyatt. "Your son would like breakfast."
Technically it wasn't April 1st just yet. But Isabel plans for the next day and she wasn't sure that she'd get a chance to make this particular call.

Besides, there wasn't much on TV and she was bored.

Picking up her phone, she dialed a familiar number.

[For one specifically, but open if anyone else needs to get some alum activity for the month.]
Despite over a hundred thousand people attending the Consumer Electronics at the Convention Center, Isabel still managed to make it home early enough to leave a message for Parker's birthday.

Afterwards she wandered about the apartment straightening up, until she got distracted by a stack of scrapbooks from her time in Fandom. Nothing much else was going to get done for the night.

[OOC: Posted because the friending list update made me sad. Also, today is my & Isabel's 5 year anniversary at Fandom. Mostly establishy but open for texts, phone calls or visits.]
The day's plans were supposed to include shopping, lunch out, and possibly some dancing later that evening. Except those were the plans of 20 year old Isabel. Six year old Isabel was much happier spending the afternoon at the park playing on the swings, happily looking forward to a promised dinner at the Crashdown.

"Parker! Wyatt! Maria! Look at me! I'm almost flying!"
Judging by the sounds coming from the den, the MarioKart race was getting pretty intense. Isabel wondered if the guys would even notice if she didn't return with snacks and instead stayed hidden in the relative quiet of the kitchen for a while.

"Hiding?" Diane Evans asked when she came into the room.

"Possibly," Isabel admitted. "They're a little intense."

"Just a bit," her mother agreed. "But it's good to see them relaxed and having fun. Even if they do take beating a gorilla in a car race a little too seriously."

Laughing, Isabel nodded and starting dig in the freezer for ice cream. Maybe they'd settle down with food. "Thanks for letting us stay this weekend."

"Isabel, you're my daughter. You and your friends are always welcome. You know that."

"I know. Thanks mom."

With that a particularly loud and possibly anatomically impossible curse was heard from the den. Diane rolled her eyes and picked up the bottle of wine she'd gotten off the counter. "I heard nothing and I'm going to go join the adults on the deck. Don't let them break anything." With a final shake of her head, Diane fled.



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