izzyalienqueen ([personal profile] izzyalienqueen) wrote2006-11-07 07:16 pm
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Room 406, evening

Tiny trolls had followed Isabel into her room when she returned from the library. Initially, she was grimly amused when Annie started chasing them about, but eventually she got annoyed and used her powers to grab them up in a chattering ball and send them out the door. With Annie distracted by a catnip laced toy, and the room finally quiet, Isabel sat down to focus on poll results as a way of distracting herself from any thoughts of dreams, or Vilandra.

The door is closed to keep out the trolls. But distractions would be more then welcome.

[identity profile] like-a-sponge.livejournal.com 2006-11-08 02:04 am (UTC)(link)
"There are trolls," Greg announced through the door.

[identity profile] izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com 2006-11-08 02:07 am (UTC)(link)
"Yes, there are," she nodded. "They make amusing cat toys."

[identity profile] like-a-sponge.livejournal.com 2006-11-08 02:13 am (UTC)(link)
"Yes, they're staring at me," Greg said. "Can I come in?"

[identity profile] izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com 2006-11-08 02:17 am (UTC)(link)
"Of course you can," Isabel said, shaking her head. "Just make sure leave the annoying little things out in the hall."

[identity profile] like-a-sponge.livejournal.com 2006-11-08 02:18 am (UTC)(link)
Greg hurriedly opened the door and let himself in. "They're so creepy. Hi."

[identity profile] izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com 2006-11-08 02:21 am (UTC)(link)
She put the laptop aside, elections returns could wait. "Hi. How are you? Besides being creeped by the trolls that is."

[identity profile] like-a-sponge.livejournal.com 2006-11-08 02:26 am (UTC)(link)
"I am spiky and adorable," he said, flopping on the bed. "It is a day that ends in Y, after all."

[identity profile] izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com 2006-11-08 02:31 am (UTC)(link)
"The one constant in my universe," Isabel said, stretching out next to him. "Right next to Fandom doing something bizarre on a regular basis."

[identity profile] like-a-sponge.livejournal.com 2006-11-08 02:34 am (UTC)(link)
"That's funny, the one constant in mine is that I'll have a gorgeous blonde to cuddle with," he said, snugging her closer. "Unfortunately, the universe never specifies which blonde. Suppose I'll make do with available resources."

[identity profile] izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com 2006-11-08 02:45 am (UTC)(link)
"I'd be careful, if you cuddle with the wrong blonde around here, you could wind up hurt." She snuggled into his side, "But I'll protect you if you need it."

[identity profile] like-a-sponge.livejournal.com 2006-11-08 03:05 am (UTC)(link)
"I'm lucky that way," he sighed, kicking off his shoes. "How are you, honey?"

[identity profile] izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com 2006-11-08 03:07 am (UTC)(link)
"I'm sleepy," Isabel admitted. A fact that was proven by the yawn she tried to smother. "Want to stay and be my teddy bear for the night?"

[identity profile] like-a-sponge.livejournal.com 2006-11-08 03:10 am (UTC)(link)
"I can do that," he said, cuddling her close. "Big day?"

[identity profile] izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com 2006-11-08 03:14 am (UTC)(link)
"A bit, I worked library so that made it a long day," she explained. "And I didn't sleep that well last night, so that didn't help."

[identity profile] like-a-sponge.livejournal.com 2006-11-08 03:18 am (UTC)(link)
"Why not?" he asked, curling even closer protectively.

[identity profile] izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com 2006-11-08 03:21 am (UTC)(link)
"I had a fight with Max this weekend, a bad one," Isabel replied. "I've just been trying to figure out how to fix things."

[identity profile] like-a-sponge.livejournal.com 2006-11-08 03:24 am (UTC)(link)
"What was it about?" he asked, brushing a little bit of hair off her face.

[identity profile] izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com 2006-11-08 03:31 am (UTC)(link)
"Things I found out, about Antar, about who we were before and what happened to us," she said quietly. "Max was mad that I didn't tell him immediately." Isabel yawned again. "Can I explain more tomorrow? I really am tired."

[identity profile] like-a-sponge.livejournal.com 2006-11-08 03:34 am (UTC)(link)
"Go to sleep," he murmured, kissing her forehead. "We can talk tomorrow."

[identity profile] izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com 2006-11-08 03:37 am (UTC)(link)
"Okay," Isabel whispered, reaching for his hand and closing her eyes. "Night. Love you."

[identity profile] like-a-sponge.livejournal.com 2006-11-08 03:41 am (UTC)(link)
"Love you too," he murmured, clasping her hand and holding her close.