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]

Parker staggered downstairs around mid-morning, and collapsed into a chair, yawning. "Coffee?"