Room 406, afternoon through early evening

[izzyalienqueen]

After returning from waking up with Cedric, Isabel made a few phone calls, then spent a few minutes fixing what she could of her door.

That done, she curled up on her bed and tried not to shudder as she remembered the weekend. Bel and Dawn, the offer of a threesome. Anders. The creature on the roof. Zero and her camera, a memory which prompted another phone call. Caritas with Greg. And Cedric. Going back to Cedric's room.

Isabel whimpered.

The door was as closed as a door minus a doorknob could be.

[ooc: Open but slowish due to RL. More links to be added later.]

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[like-a-sponge.livejournal.com]

He sobered. "Did anything happen?"

[izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com]

"In the end? No," she shrugged with one shoulder, looking down at her hands. "At least not anything unforgivable I hope. But it wasn't for lack of trying."

[like-a-sponge.livejournal.com]

He moved over and reached for her hands. "But nothing really happened."

[izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com]

Isabel took his hands and held on tightly. "No not really, thanks to the space vodka kicking in, Dawn hitting me with a book, Peter wanting money." She laughed weakly. "God, I'm going to blush like hell the next time I see some people."

[like-a-sponge.livejournal.com]

"Aeryn tried to go home with some guy with sideburns," he told her. "Maybe it's an epidemic."

[izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com]

"It was an epidemic of something all right." Isabel sighed, not really wanting to tell him the next part but figuring it was probably better then him hearing it over the radio. "You realize I left Caritas with Cedric last night? Which means I sort of woke up there this morning? I'd rather you hear it from me then on the radio."

[like-a-sponge.livejournal.com]

Greg stared.

"...but nothing happened."

[izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com]

"Nope, we wound up passing out due to the space vodka. Then woke up and flailed at one another this morning," she explained. "It was pretty embarrassing."

[like-a-sponge.livejournal.com]

Greg didn't smile.

Barely.

"So, you had a pretty eventful weekend," he said mildly.

[izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com]

"Personally I'm leaning towards deep, deep denial and pretending I spent the whole time here in my room with a good book." As far Isabel is concerned this sounded like a reasonable plan.

[like-a-sponge.livejournal.com]

"How many people do you think are going to buy that?"

[izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com]

"Were you out and about much this weekend?" she asked, thinking of Peter and the crowd on the corner Saturday night. "I think a lot of people are going to be going with the same story."

[like-a-sponge.livejournal.com]

"...what else happened?" Greg asked warily.

[izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com]

"Are you sure you want to know? Because it's kinda scary in a oh my god I'll never be able to look at my friends with a straight face kind of way," Isabel pointed out.

[like-a-sponge.livejournal.com]

Greg grinned. "Yes, tell. Now."

[izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com]

"There was a crowd on the corner in front of J,GoB on Saturday afternoon. Some people were working. Others," she said slowly. "Were looking for people to um...work for them. I was not working. And bless Lonnie's little black heart for being too cheap to pay."

[like-a-sponge.livejournal.com]

"Working?"

Greg looked blank.

[izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com]

"Working. Or at least looking for work of the enjoyable, horizontel variety," Isabel nodded.

[like-a-sponge.livejournal.com]

"...oh my God," Greg said, laughing. "Oh, that is PRICELESS."

[izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com]

"No! It's utterly horrifying!" she cried. "I propositioned one of your Stickbug brothers! And I think I might have scarred poor Luke for life."

[like-a-sponge.livejournal.com]

"Which one?" he asked eagerly.

[izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com]

Isabel buried her face in her hands. "Peter."

[like-a-sponge.livejournal.com]

There was only one question to ask now.

"Which one?"

[izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com]

"English," she whimpered before sitting upright with shock as she remembered one unusual site from the common room. "Oh my god. Your ex-roommate was a pig!"

[like-a-sponge.livejournal.com]

"...did he touch you?" Greg asked, thinking she meant it in the figurative sense.