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[izzyalienqueen]

Hi! You've reached Isabel Evans. I'm not here right now. You know what to do at the beep.

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[izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com]

"Oh no, I get it. I'd be doing the same," she said, stifling a yawn. "Don't panic if you can't find me on Thursday though. I'm going out to Neptune to Piper and Veronica's for Thanksgiving."

[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

"Well, if my dad cancels out again, you might see me there too. Chris invited me along. Nice of him, hunh?" Parker rolled her eyes. "Assuming I don't have to finish my ten-page Chinese essay that night. Damnit."

[izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com]

"The nice thing about having friends that orb. Easy enough to travel at the last minute," Isabel laughed. "Ten pages? On Thanksgiving? That's brutal!"

[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

"'The necessities of scholarship do not allow for holidays, Miss Parker. Particularly those not native to China,'" Parker said in a clipped British accent. "So yeah, I've done the research, now I have writing to get to. Say a little prayer for me next week and the week after during Finals."

[izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com]

"I'll light a candle in your honor," she promised, snickering at the accent. "That stick must be uncomfortable."

[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

"I don't know how he manages to sit down with it in. You'd think it'd be visible," Parker bitched. "I'm not about to give him a reason to flunk me, he's already cut three people from our course for not keeping up. Anyway. Thanks. And please, please be careful."

[izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com]

"I'll do my best. Talk to you soon."

[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

"Better believe it. Bye, Isabel." And Parker hung up the phone with some relief, and got ready for bed.