Antar - Three weeks after leaving Fandom

The room was full and loud with various commanders all jockeying to get their ideas heard by their newly returned king and his second in command. Isabel had quickly learned to stay to the back, tucked in a corner and quiet, not drawing any attention to herself.

( Their homecoming wasn't at all the happy occasion she'd imagined. )

[NFB for distance. No IC interaction possible. OOC comments cuddled and fed Thin Mint ice cream]

Antar - Seven weeks after leaving Fandom

Tired, Isabel made her way into the small cubicle that served as her room, took off her leather jacket and dropped onto the bed. Closing her eyes she mentally started to review the mission. It had been successful, just like every mission she'd been. The strangeness of Fandom was paying off. Isabel was able to think outside the box and had come up with offbeat yet workable solutions that helped the Royalists acquire some much needed supplies and new technology. And slowly she was earning the grudging respect of her teammates/babysitters.

( Even with her eyes closed, Isabel knew who was at doorway. )

[ooc: NFB for distant. No IC but all OOC comments welcome!]