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 2008-03-08 06:54 pm (UTC)(link)
And there was a Meg knocking on the door.

[identity profile] izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com 2008-03-08 06:56 pm (UTC)(link)
"It's open," Isabel called, setting aside the laptop.

[identity profile] neurotic-witch.livejournal.com 2008-03-08 06:56 pm (UTC)(link)
Chris figured that Isabel (and Wyatt) wouldn't be up for visitors the previous night, but he wanted to see for himself that she was okay, so he knocked on her door on Saturday afternoon.

[identity profile] izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com 2008-03-08 06:58 pm (UTC)(link)
"It's open."

[identity profile] neurotic-witch.livejournal.com 2008-03-08 06:59 pm (UTC)(link)
Chris let himself in and immediately went to hug Isabel.

"It's good to see you."

[identity profile] goodgirlmeg.livejournal.com 2008-03-08 06:59 pm (UTC)(link)
Meg opened the door. As bad as she was feeling, she couldn't help but smile slightly to actually see Isabel alive and in one piece.

[identity profile] izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com 2008-03-08 07:01 pm (UTC)(link)
"Oh my god, Meg. I'm so sorry," she said immediately.

[identity profile] izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com 2008-03-08 07:02 pm (UTC)(link)
Isabel hugged him back. "Same here. Trust me."

[identity profile] goodgirlmeg.livejournal.com 2008-03-08 07:03 pm (UTC)(link)
"You're sorry? I'm the one that's sorry," Meg said, going to hug Isabel. She felt horrible about what happened.

[identity profile] neurotic-witch.livejournal.com 2008-03-08 07:03 pm (UTC)(link)
"Are you really okay?" Chris asked, taking a step back and looking her over with a critical eye.

[identity profile] izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com 2008-03-08 07:09 pm (UTC)(link)
"No. There was nothing you could have done," Isabel promised, returning the hug. "I just feel bad because you wouldn't have been grabbed if you weren't with me."

[identity profile] izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com 2008-03-08 07:11 pm (UTC)(link)
"Yeah. I'm fine," she promised. It was mostly the truth, physically at least. "You have to love the alien weirdness."

[identity profile] goodgirlmeg.livejournal.com 2008-03-08 07:13 pm (UTC)(link)
"You would have been able to get away if I wasn't there," Meg said.

[identity profile] izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com 2008-03-08 07:17 pm (UTC)(link)
"You don't know that," she replied. "At best I would have been able to TK a guard or two into a wall. But more then likely I just would have wound up shot and ultimately more permanently dead. Which would not have been a good thing."

[identity profile] goodgirlmeg.livejournal.com 2008-03-08 07:23 pm (UTC)(link)
Meg had trouble believing that after seeing what Michael had done to that gun that had been against her throat.

"Are you okay?" she asked, feeling bad that hadn't been the first thing she asked when she walked in.

[identity profile] izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com 2008-03-08 07:28 pm (UTC)(link)
But their powers were just different enough that Isabel probably wouldn't have been able to do something like that.

"Mostly," Isabel shrugged, because denial wasn't just a river. "Wyatt told me what happened, so that has me a bit freaked out. I'm sorry you guys had to see that."

[identity profile] goodgirlmeg.livejournal.com 2008-03-08 07:35 pm (UTC)(link)
"Yeah, that was pretty scary," she said. She paused for a second. "Actually, scary is an understatement."

[identity profile] izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com 2008-03-08 07:41 pm (UTC)(link)
"I can't even imagine," she admitted. "I just remember trying to heal her and it got out of control. After that I don't remember anything until Thursday night."

[identity profile] fantastic-torch.livejournal.com 2008-03-08 07:53 pm (UTC)(link)
After getting Chris' message last night, Johnny had made plans to check in on her today... to see for himself that she was here and okay.

He knocked softly, in case she was resting.

[running off for just a while, but will be back!]

[identity profile] goodgirlmeg.livejournal.com 2008-03-08 07:58 pm (UTC)(link)
"The important thing is that you're back," she said. Even with Sam's vision and Peter's painting she had her doubts. She still wasn't used to putting a lot of faith into powers. "You don't think, you know, that more people will come after you? The building we had been in turned pretty crispy after...everything."

[identity profile] izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com 2008-03-08 08:03 pm (UTC)(link)
She really should just leave the door open at this rate, Isabel realized with a sigh. Opening it, she smiled at Johnny. "Hey stranger."

[identity profile] izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com 2008-03-08 08:07 pm (UTC)(link)
"No, they won't," Isabel said quietly. Clayton was dead and Meris was banished to a dark corner of her head. "But there's always a chance of someone else finding out. And that wouldn't be good."

[identity profile] cantgetnorelief.livejournal.com 2008-03-08 08:07 pm (UTC)(link)
Anders's phone had really picked a stupid time to withhold his voicemail for a few honrs, and so the moment he'd listened to Wyatt's message from last night he was taking the stairs four at a time to the fourth floor and banging on Isabel's door.

[identity profile] izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com 2008-03-08 08:10 pm (UTC)(link)
"It's open," she called out, ready to go open the door herself if whoever it was didn't hear her over the banging.

[identity profile] cantgetnorelief.livejournal.com 2008-03-08 08:12 pm (UTC)(link)
And hey, just like that the door banged open and Isabel might very soon find herself tackleglomphugged by six feet of previously frantic, now relieved, but still flaily 'little brother.'

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