Room 406, Later in the evening

[izzyalienqueen]

All in all, it had been a productive day. After karate there had been a quick trip to All & Sundries for a basket. Then lunch in the third floor common room. She still wasn't sure how much of what Dawn had told her was a joke, but she was still considering it, just in case. The conversation with Tyler had been good. She certainly knew what it felt like to have your deepest secrets broadcast over the radio.

There was a nudge against her leg and Isabel looked down, smiling at Greg. "Getting tired?" she asked. He nodded and she settled him on the pillow next to her. "Go to sleep, I need to finish working on this budget just in case I need to pay for a piccolo player." He curled up in a little ball and started to doze as she wondered exactly how long this was going to last. Hopefully not too long. But thanks to Seras's warning she'd made a quick stop at 313 to grab some of Greg's clothes. Hopefully that should keep any flailing to a minimum when the time came.

[ooc: locked to mparker17 because I do have some RL work to get done tonight. But if you really, really need to see Isabel ping me on AIM and I'll see if we can work something out.]

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[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

Parker choked on her drink. "Hang on. Must savor image." She paused, grinning, then said, "Right, then. Get pix if you go through with it."

"Tell him to call me, if you talk to him first." Parker finished her drink, and stood up, after ruffling the sleeping Greg's spikes once again. "And yell if you need help with Greggie here. At least he won't try to consume Esme for protein, like Jack would have."

[izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com]

"I'll keep my camera handy," Isabel promised. "And I will. Both with Angel and with Spike there. But honestly, he's much easier then Jack. Much more low key. Plus, smaller and less bouncy. So we're doing good. I'll see you at beach class," she called after Parker as she left.