Despite two finals that morning and an afternoon and evening spent keeping five different Christmas parties running smoothly, Isabel was still pretty awake when she finally made it back to her apartment.

Deciding to take advantage of some quiet time, she started going through some of the papers and envelopes that had accumulated on her desk. The envelope from the photo lab made her pause. She'd ordered the pictures shortly before Peter had died and knowing that he was in several of the carnival and Homecoming shots, had put the envelope aside when it arrived after the explosion.

Climbing into bed, she opened the envelope and slowly went through the pictures, smiling at the memories and wishing somehow she'd been able to save him.

The long day finally caught up with her, and Isabel fell asleep, a picture of Peter still in her hand.
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.
Since her return from Roswell Isabel had kept herself busy, visiting friends, working, and hanging out at assemblies. But tonight she felt like staying in and relaxing, which was why she was curled up on her bed with a book as Annie batted a toy around the room.

The door was open.
Isabel had spent a quiet weekend thinking about possible ways of contacting Max and Michael once August finally arrived. She actually had the beginnings of an idea of where to start. Maybe. Unfortunately she wouldn't know until August arrived.

Tired of thinking about the future, she opened her laptop and checked her email.

The door was open and she was completely interruptable.
It hadn't been the trip to New York Isabel planned on. But when Zero said Peter was in trouble, she didn't think twice about going. Fortunately Steve Peter was understanding about the change in plans. They'd arrived in New York, rescued Peter, and unfortunately had to make a trip to the hospital. It was only after Peter insisted that he had everything under control that Isabel and Zero reluctantly returned to Fandom Sunday afternoon.

Sunday evening found Isabel slowly packing up, getting ready for the move back to the dorms.

[ooc: open!]
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*]
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.
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 brought the glitter, markers, glue and poster board to make posters to advertise for mask making out to common room. Focusing on the posters, she tried not to think about this morning's phone call.
It had been a long, wet walk back up from the causeway and Isabel was grateful to get out of the rain by the time the reached the dorms. Her key was gone, left somewhere back on Antar, so she used her powers to open the door. Stepping inside the room, Isabel looked around and blinked a lot, not quite able to believe she was really back.


[Later that night, Jack came by.

[ooc: wee minor OCD. First thread is locked to [livejournal.com profile] mparkerceo & [livejournal.com profile] time_agent. The post is open after that.]
Over all it's been a good weekend. The dance was wonderful, and weetiny adults were amusing and entertaining. Even if some of them did leave weird phone messages.

The overall good mood allowed her to forget about any weirdness, well other then being grateful that it didn't seem to have a lasting effect. It also let an unexpected conversation count as odd, rather then disturbing.

The door was open and Isabel could be heard occasionally singing along as she cleaned her room.



[Links to be added when I get time. Open to all.]
This is Isabel in her room watching the download of last week's episode of Spooky Things. Damn the boys are pretty.

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.
Despite the afternoon's silliness with Dawn and Jack, when evening rolled around Isabel really wasn't in the mood for dealing with people and crowded common rooms. There were too many thoughts going through her head. Worries about what was happening in a room down the hall, worries about why Jack reacted the way he did.

It was easier to pull inward. Which was why Isabel was sitting on the bed in her room attempting to figure out a sudoku puzzle.

[The door's closed but the post is open]

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