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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[like-a-sponge.livejournal.com]

"Can't. Stuck," he said drowsily. "Oh well."

[izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com]

"That's just too bad," she said sleepily. Turning Isabel snuggled into Greg's side and draped a leg over his. Half asleep, she whispered "G'nite."

[like-a-sponge.livejournal.com]

"Night," he whispered as he fell asleep.