izzyalienqueen ([personal profile] izzyalienqueen) wrote2008-03-08 01:01 pm

Room 406, afternoon

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!!!]

[identity profile] goodgirlmeg.livejournal.com 2008-03-09 01:50 am (UTC)(link)
"Yeah, my dad would be after him with a pair a scissors if he saw him," Meg said. "Why parents are so against the long hair I'll never know."

[identity profile] izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com 2008-03-09 01:53 am (UTC)(link)
"Long hair on guys you mean," Isabel laughed. "Maybe they figure long hair is one step away from leather and a motorcycle."

[identity profile] goodgirlmeg.livejournal.com 2008-03-09 03:02 am (UTC)(link)
"Somehow I'm not seeing Peter wearing leather anytime soon," Meg said. She wanted to laugh just thinking about it.