Room 406, morning

[izzyalienqueen]

She can hear the sounds of people in the hallway, but Isabel tuned it out, intent on the email she was writing.



To: Spaceboysgirl@gmail.com
From: Isabel.Evans@fandom.net
Subject: Hey!

Hey Maria,

I know it's been awhile since I've written. I've been busy. We've had a bunch of new folks come in for summer camp and it's been nuts trying to get to know everyone. I've given up trying honestly. There's just so many of them.

But the ones I have met have been really nice. And on Friday I managed to see a bunch of them shirtless. Shirtless Friday. It's a beloved school tradition. Did I ever mention it? ;-) I love this school.

Now it's just a matter of waiting till the workshops start next week. The down time is great but sometimes I worry when it gets too quiet around here. Sharks with feet I tell you. We're going to see sharks with feet at some point this summer.

I'm not sure if/when I'm going to get back to Roswell this summer. I miss you guys, but I really am happy here. I guess we'll have to wait and see. Also? Max and Michael have you and Liz to look out for them and thwap them when they're being stupid. A friend left and moved to LA. I might try to visit there and make sure he's doing okay. And do not ask about how I'd get there. It would make your brain break.

Hug or Thawp Michael and Max for me depending on what's appropriate at the moment.

Isabel


[ooc: will eventually be a linkdrop. Door's open. I'll be sporadically AFK as RL demands but probably not for too long.]

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Greg, bored, found himself up on the fourth floor again. He knocked lightly on the doorframe, leaning slightly against it.

[izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com]

Isabel hit send and looked up. Smiling brightly when she saw Greg. "Hey, what's up?"

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"Hey," he said with a smile. "Nothing much, really. I was just bored and wandering around. Figured I'd see what you're up to."

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She motioned towards the couch she'd made out of Xander's bed as she put the laptop aside. "Come in, have a seat. I was just sending an email home. I owed Maria and figured she's like to hear about Shirtless Friday."

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"Maria?" Greg asked, awkwardly sitting on the makeshift couch, resting his elbows on his knees. "Friend from home?"

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"The shapeshifting was useful. Particularly when we needed to replace the head of the FBI unit in charge of hunting us down," Isabel said grimly.

"It's weird. But useful. Especially when I want to find out exactly what someone is thinking." She looked down studying the blanket on her bed. "Don't think it's something I do casually. Anytime I've done it's been to protect us. Or if I have done it to a friend it was with their consent, to help them out. Except for the one time I did it accidentally." Isabel smiled, "Part of the reason Peter and I got to be such good friends was because I accidently took a walk through his dreams one night when I fell asleep while making campaign posters."

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"I wouldn't think it's something you do just on a whim or something," Greg replied with a little smile. "Must be kind of interesting, being able to see people's subconsciouses. Though, did you know that people dream every night, even if we don't think we do? About one dream for every ninety minutes of sleep. They start out about ten minutes long, and then after abou eight hours, they hit forty-five minutes to an hour long."

He blushed suddenly, looking down at his hands. "Sorry. Slipped into geek mode, there."

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"It is," she agreed. "I went into Maria's dreams when she first found out. I was afraid she was going to turn us in because she was so scared. In her mind? I had tentacles."

"Geek mode is nice," she said softly. "Alex was a geek. So I'm used to it."

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"Tentacles?" He almost laughed outright, but limited himself to a soft chuckle. "Hard to imagine."

He studied her carefully, picking up on one particular word, and not wanting to push. But it's Greg, so he couldn't help but ask. "Was? Past tense?"

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"Tentacles. And it's actually not hard to imagine if you knew Maria." She focused on a spot over Greg's shoulder because it was easier not to look at him when talking about Alex. It's been over two months, but those two weeks of heightened emotions and good-byes still hurt. "Was. He was killed in a car accident back in March." She kept it simple, leaving out all mention of Tess and her role in it. It was easier that way."

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"Oh yes, the Christmas Nazi," he replied with a smirk. "I'm terified. Really." He gave her a sly look. "Will you spare me in your conquest if I dress up as Santa or an elf?"

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"You would dress up as Santa?" Isabel gleed, her eyes lighting up. "Really? Because usually I have to blackmail Michael into doing it and he bitches and whines the whole time. And I want to thump him and that kills the Christmas spirit. And honestly I can't imagine who I would get to do here. So if you're here an do it for me, you'll will get the Christmas present, I promise." Yes, she gets excited about Christmas.

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"I'd totally do it," Greg said, nodding. "Dressing up and getting people's attention? Not a problem for me. And...well, I don't know if I'll be here still. Depends on how summer goes."

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"Oh? You do that often?" Isabel asked, before looking away. "I hope you have a good summer then."

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"I plan to," he said quietly, smiling at her. "And yeah, not...often, exactly. But there was a, um, incident in drag. On a dare."

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Greg raised a brow. "What'd he do to make you do the lock-fu, anyway?"

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"He made me bounce. For a week. I couldn't sit down." It should be pretty obvious she was still annoyed just thinking about it.

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Greg could only come up with one question.

"...how?"

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"He messed with magic he didn't understand," Isabel explained, shaking her head. "Half the school wound up with incredibly bizarre and lame super powers. I bounced whenever I sat down, Xander could change TV channels with his mind, Janet's hands were sticky. It was horrible."

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Greg laughed. "I think changing channels with your mind might be kind of cool. But otherwise it sounds...well, annoying, really. What an idiot, messing with, um, magic. Which, mind you, I'm still not sure I believe in."

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"Yeah, embarassing. Particularly when it happened in the crowded common room."

"You'll still be mystified. I know I am," she admitted with a smile.

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Greg gave a half-smile. "I look forward to random mystification, then."

With a sigh, he checked his watch. "I should probably let you get back to the wonders of electronic mail. I was going to go for a run at some point."

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"When it happens, you'll have to tell me all about it," she said. "And I suppose I should send an email to Max directly and not just depend on Maria to babble to him." Isabel smiled, "Thanks for coming by. It was nice talking to you. If the weather was nicer I'd join you on your run. But maybe another day?"

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"Definitely," Greg said, standing and grinning. "I like running in the rain, but I wouldn't ask it of anyone else."

He made his way to the door. "So...I'll see you around?"

[izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com]

"I'm pretty sure you will. And if you don't, well you know where to find me," she smiled.