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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"I'll have to," she says. "I will get used to this place someday."

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"Never, then it would be boring." Isabel grinned, "Then what would you do?"

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"That's a bigger question that is probably too big for tonight," she says. "I should probably be going anyway."

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"That's a question that might require alcohol. Or at least lots of chocolate," Isabel agreed. "Thanks for coming by."

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She smiles a little. "I'll see you later," she says, and heads out.