Wednesday afternoon, Room 406

[izzyalienqueen]

Isabel returned to her room after History Class and pulled out what little posterboard she had left. She'd have to go into town tomorrow to get more supplies if she was going to make posters with Peter and possibly Bridge tomorrow night. Thinking of Bridge made her remember that she needed to leave him a message to see if he was interested in campaigning together.

Her radio on low, she started making posters.

[ooc: locked to soldtoarmenians and invited guests]

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[soldtoarmenians]

Xander entered a little distractedly, balancing a cup of vending-machine coffee on his notebook while he slid his backpack off the other arm and dumped it on his desk. "Hey there," he said when he'd looked up at Isabel. "Working on more campaign propaganda?"

[izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com]

"Just a few more tonight. Tomorrow night I'm going to be working with at least one of the other sophomores and possibly a third for a full ticket." She stretched her arms over her head and twisted, trying to ease the tightness in her back. Sitting on the floor was not the most comfortable position long term.

Isabel eyed Xander's coffee cup. "What is shop class too early for you? Need the coffee to get through the rest of the day?"

[soldtoarmenians]

Xander, on the other hand, eyed his roommate, a little strangely. "Possibly. It's early enough that either I'm not awake yet when I hit it, or I'm hallucinating somebody in it who said she wasn't taking it because it was too early."

[izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com]

"Xander I'm starting to think you should got to the clinic about those hallucinations," Isabel smiled. "Who are you hallucinating about this time?"

[soldtoarmenians]

He raised an eyebrow and pointed at her. "Still the same one. Unless you happen to have a wacky twin sister who goes around pretending to be you?"

After a half-second pause he added, "Also you make the second person to tell me I need to go to the clinic in the last week. Though I'm pretty sure the one on my voicemail was suffering from a case of really mistaken identity."

[izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com]

Isabel laughed. "Oh, so you've met my doppelganger? I haven't yet, but Janet told me about her. And look at me not freaking out about this. Even though it's just bizarre."

But then she frowned, patting his leg she said, "I take back what I said about the clinic. It's early enough that you have the right to be confused."

[soldtoarmenians]

Xander tilted his head. "Is it still early enough now to be confused? You do have a CamJohnAerynVala thing going on - but she has the same name as you too?"

[izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com]

Still patting his leg, Isabel explained, "Actually no, she Isobel, I-S-O-B-E-L. Where I spell it I-S-A. She's also only a freshman. But I suppose if you don't know better and you're still half-asleep in a ridiculously early classs, it can really mess up your mind."

[soldtoarmenians]

Xander snorted. "Well, I'm pretty sure she thinks I need to hit the clinic now, anyway."