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.

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[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."