Room 406, Saturday Evening

[izzyalienqueen]

It's been a busy few days. There was a interesting and enlightening Conversation with Sam. Then somehow talking about evil aliens in Constant Vigilance had devolved into talking about leather and fishnets with Cedric. She'd nearly hyperventilated at Festivus and helped protest for a dance floor at Caritas. Last night she'd stayed up late looking after and accidently dreamwalking Jack. Toss in cheering at the basketball game and a gremlin on the loose, it's no wonder Isabel not in the mood for the common rooms tonight.

Sprawled on her bed, she flipped through a magazine, quietly mocking the clothes the celebs were wearing.

The door's open.

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[izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com]

"I'll have to see what I can come up with. I'm sure Liz has one or two she's memorized by now," she smiled.

[peter--parker.livejournal.com]

"Thanks," Peter said. "Well, I think I've fulfilled my quota of utter randomness tonight. I think I'll leave you to play with your top."

[izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com]

"Utter randomness is always welcome. Thank you for my top!" Isabel said. "Don't be a stranger."

[peter--parker.livejournal.com]

"You know my whole story. You can't get much stranger than me," Peter punned. "I'll see you later."

[izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com]

Isabel groaned. "Bye!"