Room 406, all day

[izzyalienqueen]

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.]

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[izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com]

Isabel hugged her back. "I'll miss you to. But honestly, I'm only a phone call away. So it's not like we'll never speak again."

[goodgirlmeg.livejournal.com]

"Yeah, I know," Meg said. "Still, I'll miss having you in the same building."

[izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com]

"True enough. And who's going to make me pancakes now?" she teased. "Wyatt told me later that he'd orbed them to the Preserve since I put so much Tabasco on them."

[goodgirlmeg.livejournal.com]

Meg laughed. "He clearly doesn't know good food when he sees it."

[izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com]

"Apparently not. I'll have to work on that," Isabel agreed. "I can start on our road trip. Diner food just calls out for Tabasco."