33 Apocolypse Ave, Wednesday evening

[izzyalienqueen]

Keeping in mind what she'd been told at the library, Isabel kept a wary eye out on the way back to Ronan's house.

She didn't notice anyone suspicious and maybe she was just being paranoid, but it seemed like the streets were a little emptier then normal.

Relieved to finally be back in familiar surroundings, Isabel poked around the kitchen and tried to figure out what to make for dinner.

[For the housemates or anyone else that needs her]

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[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

Stabbing at the pasta with her fork, Parker grumbled, "We'll find something." Her tone was getting more desperate. "We have to."

[izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com]

"I know. Because I don't like our odds if we don't." Isabel was feeling the tiniest bit of defeat herself.

[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

"We're not done yet. If we've got names, and we've got people, and we've got Special Collections... there will be progress. Somehow." Parker closed her eyes, still eating. "But I need to sleep before I go back and do that."

[izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com]

"Why don't you crash here again?" Isabel offered. "If there's weirdness about, no need for you to risk it."

[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

"Why not." Parker ate a couple more bites, her vision blurring with tiredness. "I miss Zero." Jarod too, but today had been a day to be reminded of Zero more.

[izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com]

"I know. I bet she would have loved a trip into Special Collections." With her boots and her mallet no doubt.

[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

"And dancing with the Wild Things." Parker pushed her food away, and rubbed at her eyes. "Couch. Couch is good."

[izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com]

"Go," Isabel said, pointing the way. "I'll clean up."