Room 406, before 2nd period.

[izzyalienqueen]

Isabel woke up and quietly got ready for class, mindful of Xander still sleeping in the next bed. She was really starting to wonder if Speech class was worth it. If she dropped, her Thursdays would be completely free, well unless Student Council started to meeting regularly then.

Thinking of Student Council reminded her of conversation with Peter last night. She was glad things were okay now, even if it meant that one more person knew her secret.

Grabbing her coat and bag, she headed towards the door, intent on stopping by the Perk to get a coffee before class. She opened the door and stopped dead. There were chickens, Muppet chickens, all over the hallway. Isabel attempted to slam the door, but before she could, several of the large, noisy chickens flew into the room.

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[soldtoarmenians]

Xander grinned. "Couple. But it's not a bad look for you. Kind of Barbarella."

[izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com]

"Great. And I have to get to class in a bit." She walked into the bathroom and stood of the mirror pulling feathers out of her hair.

"Oh, do you know that you talk in your sleep?" she asked.

[ooc: probably going to have to go AFK for a bit. Slow play to finish?]

[soldtoarmenians]

Xander frowned. "I... do? Do I wanna know what I said? Because if it was about the Backstreet Boys, I can explain. Sort of."

[izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com]

"The Backstreet Boys?" She shook her head, "I don't think I want to know. I don't know exactly what you said, but the radio was on and you started babbling about something being white, not red?"

[soldtoarmenians]

"White, not..." Xander tried to remember if he'd been awake enough to even really take in what was on the radio at that point. He'd definitely heard something about Camilla, so... Wait. More voicemail stuff? About the speech class or somethin-- Ohhhhhhhhh.

Xander's face was probably a little more red than white. "I, um. Don't remember?"

[izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com]

"Riiighhttt," Isabel grinned, "Consider yourself lucky I have to get to class right now. I'd love to find out why you're turning so red. I'm sure it has to be some story."

[soldtoarmenians]

"No story," Xander lied said. "I am storyless. I am a split-level ranch."

[izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com]

On her way past her bed, Isabel stopped to pick up her pillow off the floor. It was covered in feathers from all the shooing. She started to snicker at the split-level ranch comment. "I'd be more likely to believe you if you claimed the frog was really an enchanted prince."

Still snickering she walked out of the door, never realizing she still had her pillow in her hand.