Room 406, evening

[izzyalienqueen]

Isabel hit the common room kitchen after Hunting to make a quick batch of brownies, then made a quick trip down the hall to wave them in front of someone's door, and then returned to her room to write an email to Maria.



Hey Maria!

Another semester's begun. It's hard to believe it's been a year already. Officially the semester started on Monday. But the only thing I did was to stop by Greg's to see if he'd recovered from his hangover. He had and I got to meet his new roommate. And his new pet mold spore. Greg's, not the new roomie's. If he wakes up one morning and the thing is trying to eat him? I'm so saying I told you so.

Yesterday I had library detail. I got shanghaied by a teacher and got to torment my Little Brother. It was entertaining. My only class was Revolutions, which was fun because my friends were in it, and actually interesting. Of course it makes me wonder if we're doing the right thing with this whole save the planet deal but don't tell Max I said that.

Today was interesting. You know how I said I got shanghied by the teacher? She wanted me to play dead body for her Forensics class. It was actually interesting but I felt bad because seeing me like that sort of freaked Greg and Parker out. After that, it was Hunting and the now usual Gee, I'm an alien speech.

In non-class news, I had lunch with Neil today. He's the guy I told you about? The one Greg threatened to feed to the gremlins. He's from the 1950s, so he's very sweet and polite. We're going to be friends, all innocent like, because I think to even consider anything else would probably make him die of embarassment.

Jack's doing better. I took a chance and forced him to talk last night. Sometimes he can be as stubborn as your Space-boy. But it all worked out. So all in all? Life is good.

Talk to you soon!

Isabel



She hit send, then opened up her browser and started browsing some of the Mr. What message boards looking for spoilers on the new season.

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[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

Parker was having too many thoughts, and Isabel had promised chocolate. "Knock, knock, knock."

[izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com]

"It's open!" Isabel called, setting aside the laptop.

[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

Parker wandered in and tried to look pathetic. Without much success. "I was promised chocolate?"

[izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com]

"Fresh baked brownies?" she asked, already reaching for the plate.

[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

"Mmm, as a form of chocolate, that's an excellent choice," Parker said, curling up on a chair, and carefully taking one. "So. How are the rest of your classes going? More exciting than corpse-work, I hope."

[izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com]

"That's not actually a class of mine. She just shanghied me in the library yesterday," Isabel explained. "But so far it's been pretty good. You should know, you've been in both of my classes. But we'll have to see how the rest of the week goes."

[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

"You said, right. What else have you got coming up?" Parker leaned her head back and nibbled on the cookie. "I'm done for the week now. A two-day week of classes. I have to put up more posters for Teal Dear soon, they're playing on Friday."

[izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com]

"Lucky you. I've got Religions tomorrow, and the class about Villians on Friday, followed by Survival Tactics. They all sound interesting at least," she shrugged. "They are? Where? And is Bigfoot coming?"

[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

"Not unless he's on the same mailing list as Flitzy," Parker said dryly. "Caritas. And Religions isn't Gods and You, right? It's something else, I hope?"

[izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com]

"Awww," Isabel said sadly. "I would have liked to see him again. I might stop by anyway. I'll see how the day goes. And I think it is actually. Why? Are you in it?"

[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

"I'm doing that, and I'm going to Weiss's party." Parker looked away, sneaking another brownie. "So, yeah. Busy Friday. And I met the guy teaching it. He's claiming to be the God of War. God of S&M Poseurs strikes me as more likely."

[izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com]

"Oh god," Isabel groaned. "Let me guess. Lots of leather?" She propped her chin on her knee and grinned at Parker. "Weiss's party? How's he doing?"

[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

"Leather, sideburns, and leers. And he was giving Callisto a bad time in L.A." Parker's jaw set. "I'd happily exorcise or whatever the hell you do to make him go back wherever he came from, the perv." She attempted to look nonchalant as she answered Isabel's second question. "He's good. Fine. Saw him in Spy Tech. Invited me to the party. Okay."

[like-a-sponge.livejournal.com]

Greg bounded up the stairs to see Isabel, and knocked.

[izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com]

"It's open," Isabel called out.

[like-a-sponge.livejournal.com]

"Hiiiiii you're not dead!" Greg greeted as he flung himself into the room.

[izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com]

"No, I'm not," she said, getting to her feet. "I'm sorry if that freaked you out."

[like-a-sponge.livejournal.com]

Greg didn't answer in lieu of crossing the room in a couple long strides and hugging her.

[izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com]

It had been way too long since they'd done this, at least without Greg being half dead of hangover, so Isabel didn't say anything and just hugged him back.

[like-a-sponge.livejournal.com]

Greg buried his face against her neck. "I know it wasn't real but still."

[izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com]

"Are you rethinking your career choice?" Isabel asked, stroking his hair. "Or is it just because it was someone you knew?"

[like-a-sponge.livejournal.com]

"It's because it was you," he admitted. "I wouldn't be on that case if it really happened. But it's never going to really happen because I won't let it."

[izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com]

"A personal conflict," she nodded. "It won't. Cause we'll look out for each other."

[like-a-sponge.livejournal.com]

Greg nodded. "And Abby told me that if it had been the real world, she'd have let me go get that guy for doing that. With a taser!"

[izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com]

Isabel laughed. "I hope you would have tased him muliple times." Kissing him quickly, she pulled him towards the bed. "I made brownies. Do you want some?"