Room 406, Late afternoon/early evening

[izzyalienqueen]

Sunday afternoons were meant for being lazy and not accomplishing anything too important. Isabel is sprawled across her bed, because sitting? So not an option right now. Which is part of the reason she's in her room, bouncing in public is a bit embarrassing.

She's contemplating a selection of nail polish colors, trying to figure out which color she's in the mood for this week. Not that it really mattered, she could always change them easily enough, but it's still nice to sit and do something girly and perfectly normal.



[door's open for now]

Comments

[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

"The rules are different here," Parker said carefully. "Partly because this place is so isolated, I think. Six or seven realities touching in one place; you could leave your own world behind, if you needed to. So that makes it easier. And people here understand about the weird. That helps too." She smiled at Isabel, widening her eyes. "Well, now I know who I don't need to worry about slipping to. Not that I would, it's not the sort of thing that comes up in casual conversation. And I hope I can live up to your trust on this." She let out a slow breath. "Is there anything I can do to help you?" She rolled her eyes. "Aside from lending you some shoes or nail polish?"

[izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com]

"This does seem to be a special place. And it is good to know that there's a way to escape, not that I ever could. I couldn't leave the others behind." She tilted her head and studied Parker, "I don't think I have anything to worry about. You seem incredibly loyal to your friends, I like to think that you count me as one."

"As for needing your help?" She ducked her head and looked a bit embarrassed, "I'm okay for the moment, but down the road it'll be nice to have a girl to talk to. There's some alien things to consider before I go out for any test drives. And somehow that's not something I could talk to Peter or Angel about."

[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

"Oh, lord. Of course. And no, god no, don't go to Angel with that. It's so TMI-- he knows when you've, uh, been with someone anyway. And then he looks at you funny." Parker grinned, shaking her head. "Don't worry, if you need help on that front, I'll be here." She rolled her eyes. "Evidently I have a reputation for that. You wouldn't be the first to ask for clarification on that front from me."

[izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com]

Isabel rolled her eyes as well and grinned. "Don't worry, I have the basics down. Just not the hands on experience, but I am mostly human after all. Sex ed is sex ed." She shrugged, "There's just the little matter of these memory flashes that I think I'll be able to both give and receive. That could a bit hard to explain."

[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

"Ack. Yes, I would think." She tilted her head. "'Sorry, sweetie, I'm getting a migraine from your memories?' Or, 'you know, you just imagined that. I'm just that good.'" Parker grinned.

[izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com]

Isabel snickered, "Well Liz did talk about seeing stars. Tell me that's not an ego boost."

[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

Parker chuckled. "And I gotta say, the coloring thing, and molecular telekinesis-- that doesn't suck." She grinned. "Right. Alien Princess from Another Planet, Welcome to Earth, from the Queen of Visa. We have many men worth conquering, great clothes, and chocolate. Stay as long as you like."

[izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com]

"Nope, definitely useful. And fun. And occasionally highly practical. Laundry is never a problem." Isabel laughed, "Thanks Parker, that's probably the best welcome I've ever had to planet Earth."