Room 406, Thursday Evening

[izzyalienqueen]

It's been a busy few days. Between cleaning the TA lounge, the phone call to Angel and subsequent boggling with Parker, some alien fu, library training, and a mostly emo free Ethics class, Isabel is more then happy to skip the common rooms for the evening. Besides, the StuCo election was fast approaching. She needed to get to work on posters.

The posterboard and glitter are out. The music is playing and the door is open.

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[willbedone.livejournal.com]

Willow passed by on her way upstairs. Noticing the open door, she stopped. "Hey, Isabel. Whatcha doing?"

[izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com]

"Hi Willow, I'm working on my campaign posters," she said, brushing her hair back and accidently getting some glitter in it. "I've put it off long enough."

[willbedone.livejournal.com]

"Want help?" Willow asked. "I've been known to man the markers in my time. Or woman them, as the case may be."

[izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com]

"Sure," Isabel grinned. "The more the merrier. And if you can think of a good campaign slogan, let me know. I stink at that."

[willbedone.livejournal.com]

Willow took a seat and got a posterboard. "Got any pencils? I fear making marks without checking spacing and spelling. And... hmm. What are you running for exactly? I mean I get student council, but are there specific positions?"

[izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com]

She held out her hand and floated the cup holding her pens and pencils off her desk and over to Willow. "Help yourself. I should do that more often. There's nothing worse then doing an entire poster and then realizing you've miss spelled council or something similar." Leaning back against the bed, Isabel stretched. "There are three representatives for each class. Once they're elected, they elect a president. And that's really about it. They only instituted this system last Spring but it worked. I was a sophomore class rep."

[willbedone.livejournal.com]

Willow grinned at the floating and, just to join in, floated a pencil out of the cup and into her hand. "Okay, so you've got experience. That's got to be something we can work with. Also? Female. Obviously my sweetie is getting my support and is very qualified, but I think there should be a balance of genders."

[izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com]

"I love this place," Isabel said as she watched Willow and grinned. "That's what I was thinking. Maybe A Woman With Experience?" She thought about that for a second and then facepalmed. "Or maybe not."

[willbedone.livejournal.com]

"What's wrong with that?" Willow asked.

[izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com]

"Because the thought of how radio would twist that scares the hell out of me," she chuckled.

[willbedone.livejournal.com]

"Awww, I'd go easy on you," Willow said with a grin.

[izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com]

"Oh that's right, Congratulations!" Isabel smiled. "Well you might be nice, but there are a few other people I'd worry about. The pirate for one. Because you know what experience would imply to him. And I don't want to be a euphamism!"

[willbedone.livejournal.com]

"Thank you," Willow said. Using another poster board for a straight edge she started sketching very faint lines to write on. "Hmm. 'A proven track record'? Only that could sound like something else too."

[izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com]

"At this place, everything can sound like something else," she said, spelling out Isabel Evans for Junior Class Rep in glue. "Has anyone told you about scrapbooking yet?"

[willbedone.livejournal.com]

"Sadly yes," Willow said, making a face. "With Angel as the subject too."

[izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com]

"Well at least it's a pretty mental image," Isabel ventured. "But maybe not with your history with him. I still say that the boykissy was pretty though."

[willbedone.livejournal.com]

"I prefer my Angels firmly in the realm of platonic activity," Willow said. "Unless it's with Buffy, in which case I still don't want to watch and there's the whole breaking the curse issue anyway. Just as well he moved."

[izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com]

Isabel thought about last night's phone call. Somehow with both Cal and Logan under the same roof, Isabel doubted that Angel would have to worry about perfect happiness in the immediate future. "It's hard for me to image Buffy, at least this Buffy with Angel. Their personalities are just sooooooo different."

[willbedone.livejournal.com]

"Soulmates," Willow said, as though that explained everything. "Plus maybe opposites attract? He was way into her, though. No doubt about it. Heck, even when he was evil."

[izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com]

"Oh I get the soulmates thing," Isabel said, rolling her eyes. "My brother and his girlfriend have this whole starcrossed tortured romance going. It gets really old and annoying after awhile."

[willbedone.livejournal.com]

Since she hadn't come up with a new slogan yet, Willow went with Isabel for Student Council and started sketching in balloons and stars. "I used to date somebody who I thought was my soulmate. Turns out not so much, as evidenced by the ripping my heart out and stomping it two-dimensional."

[izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com]

"Oh? Want me to pull out the chocolate so we can curse his name and wish a receding hairline on him?" she asked. Opening a tube of glitter, she started sprinkling it over what she'd written in glue on the poster board.

[willbedone.livejournal.com]

"Nah, I'm good," Willow said with a smile. She started retracing what she wrote with red and blue markers. "I was into the whole vengence thing at first but now I'm here, and he's not, and funnily enough I'm actually happy again."

[izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com]

"Isn't it nice when that happens?" Isabel asked. "I don't think I've ever been as happy as I have been here. Between Greg, not having to keep secrets...it's nice."

[willbedone.livejournal.com]

Willow's face flickered for a second on the 'secrets' part, but she tried to hide it. "It's nice not having to lie about being a witch," Willow said, since that at least was true. "And meeting all my new friends and, you know, Peter. I never in a million skillion years thought I'd meet anyone like Peter. And that he'd like me."

[izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com]

"I know that feeling," she admitted quietly. "I mean I dated lots before I came here. But never anyone that knew the truth about me. To them I was just a pretty, popular blonde that made them look good."

This conversation needed chocolate after all, the desk drawer opened and a bag of M&M's came out and over to Isabel. "Back home there was a guy who knew, who was interested in me, and I was too afraid to take a chance. And then one day, it was too late. But now? With Greg? It's perfect. I got a second chance to do things right."

[willbedone.livejournal.com]

"Peter knows all my secrets," Willow said, and was happy that that was actually true. "It's nice having somebody I can trust like that."

[izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com]

"Same here," Isabel said, deliberately not thinking of Vilandra. "It is nice having someone to lean on and trust. I was miserable when we fought a few weeks ago."

[willbedone.livejournal.com]

"Peter and I have had disagreements, but fortunately no Big Fights yet," Willow said, the capital letters audible in her voice. "I'm kind of scared of those, actually."

She started coloring in her drawn balloons.

[izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com]

"We sort of skipped the disagreements and went right to big one," she said, shaking her head sadly. "Although looking back I was sort of dumb and he did have every right to be mad. Fortunately we made up."

[willbedone.livejournal.com]

"Making up is fun," Willow said. "That leads to make-up smoochies."

[izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com]

"It does?" Isabel asked innocently.

[willbedone.livejournal.com]

"So I've heard," Willow said, equally innocent.

[izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com]

Grinning, Isabel switched vials of glitter. "Well I'm dating a scientist, we might have to investigate that theory."

[willbedone.livejournal.com]

"That's the best part," Willow said, then kept on decorating posters until it was time for her to go to bed.