Isabel's Room - 406, Hyperion Hotel, Wednesday morning

[izzyalienqueen]

Despite being up late, Isabel was still up early. After getting dressed, she booted up her laptop and grumbled when there was only the faintest of WiFi signals available, apparently from the building next store. The signal did get stronger the closer she got to the window. Which explains why Isabel is currently perched on the window sill, looking up things to do in LA.

Just like in Fandom, the door to her room was open.

[Insert usual disclaimer about occasional SP due to RL here.]

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[notstakedyet.livejournal.com]

Angel poked his head in. "Hey. What're you doing up?"

[izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com]

"I'm planning," Isabel said, looking up and waving. Then she looked back down and cursed as the signal dropped from the movement. "Damnit! Angel did anyone ever tell you about routers?"

[notstakedyet.livejournal.com]

"Routers? Of course," Angel said, as though he had any idea of what he was talking about. Which of course he didn't.

[izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com]

"They did? Then were you able to figure out how to get yours to fix the coffee properly? Mine isn't adding enough sugar," she said, her face perfectly serious.

[notstakedyet.livejournal.com]

"I take mine black," Angel replied, by way of explaning how this issue never came up.

[izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com]

Isabel laughed and put the laptop aside. "You have no idea what I'm talking about do you?"

[notstakedyet.livejournal.com]

"We're not talking about coffee?"

[izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com]

"It's a computer thing. But no worries, I'll make do. I've got enough information for now." She opened her closet and pulled out a large, wrapped, rectangle. "I believe I owe you a Christmas present."

[chasingsnitches.livejournal.com]

From next door, Cedric came over, trying to look saddened and/or in pain.

"I stubbed my toe," he said, mock sadly. "I'm not used to this place."

[notstakedyet.livejournal.com]

"I like presents," Angel said, coming into the room. "Can I open it now?"

[izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com]

"Of course," Isabel grinned. "I hope you like it. For some reason it made me think of you."

[notstakedyet.livejournal.com]

Angel opened it up and laughed. "That's great. I'll have to put it in the office with the poster Molly got me."

[izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com]

"Oh woe!" Isabel said, her face full of sympathy. "Does this mean you want to go home?"

[chasingsnitches.livejournal.com]

He nodded slowly and frowned in great exaggeration. "I just want sympathy for my now sore toe."

[izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com]

"There's a message there," she smiled. "You better follow it. I don't want to wind up in some time warp and stumble across you two hundred years from now and find you all broody."

[izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com]

"You'll get plenty of sympathy then," she grinned. "But if you're looking for someone to kiss it and make it better? Sorry, but I don't do feet."

[chasingsnitches.livejournal.com]

"Does kissing toe have some magical restorative powers that I'm unaware of?" Cedric asked, stepping further into her room.

[izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com]

Since the wireless signal seemed to have permanently disappeared, Isabel closed the laptop, set it on the desk then sat cross-legged on her bed. "You've never heard the expression kiss it and make it better before?"

[notstakedyet.livejournal.com]

"I don't make fun of your hobbies."

[chasingsnitches.livejournal.com]

"I have not," he said, shaking his head. "What's it mean?"

[izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com]

"It's something you usually tell little kids when they skin their knee or get some kind of bump or bruise," she explained. "A kiss is supposed to make it all better."

[chasingsnitches.livejournal.com]

"Does it really make it better?" Cedric asked.

[izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com]

"When you're six, yes," Isabel nodded. "But now? I don't think so."

[izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com]

"Have you ever thought of doing a Sudoku? It has to be more fun then angsting," Isabel teased.

[chasingsnitches.livejournal.com]

"I don't think my parents used that particular way of healing," Cedric said. "But, it sounds nice, at least. How are you this morning, Isabel?"