33 Apocolypse Ave, Friday morning

[izzyalienqueen]

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.]

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[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

"This is me," Parker said, switching tracks to smirking snootiness. "I need as much space as I can get. Although I reserve the right to drop in for all meals someone else is cooking."

[izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com]

"Well between Ronan and I I think you're covered for at least two of the three meals of the day," Isabel smiled, grateful for the subject change.

"But for now, eat more. You'll need energy to go yell at the Portalcity people." She'd heard about the new office and she knew Parker. It was a logical conclusion.