Room 406, afternoon into evening

[izzyalienqueen]

Isabel has not been having the best time of it the last week or so. There'd been the horrendous trip to LA, coming back to find out that Jack was in trouble, and then fighting with Greg. The only thing that could make things worse would be a call from Max with more of his particular brand of stupidity.

Too keyed up to even attempt sleep, Isabel sat on her bed and floated the nerf balls from the day at the beach with Cedric and Jack through the air in a complicated pattern. It was easier to focus on that then think about how closely the argument she had with Greg paralleled why everyone was mad at Jack.

The door was open.

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[peter--parker.livejournal.com]

"You just want to be able to take any candy I bring over," Peter said, walking to the door. "You'll see me around, just like always."

[izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com]

"I'm a slave to my sweet tooth," Isabel laughed. "Bye Peter!" she called as he left the room.