After a rather disturbing conversation earlier in the evening, Parker and Isabel had returned to Isabel's room to dreamwalk Bel.

Parker took a seat on Xander's old bed, her feet curled up beneath her. "You're sure about this?"

"I'm sure," she nodded.

Isabel stretched out on the bed, last year's yearbook open to a picture of Bel, and placed her hand over the image. Too keyed up about what she might find, it took a long while for her to fall asleep. But eventually she did.

Cut for length. )
izzyalienqueen: (embarassed)
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.]
How to have a busy day )

Isabel sprawled on her bed, with Annie curled up against her, trying to work up the energy to get into her PJ's.
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.

Cut for linkdrop email )

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.
After a Thursday that included finals, playing Santa with Jarod at the Perk, delivering presents to Parker, and then running the coffee cart, Isabel was ready for a quiet day.

The door's open and Isabel is sprawled on her bed watching the few Christmas movies they didn't get to watch last night.

[open! Occasional SP due to RL]
Isabel was freezing by the time she made it back to her room. The leather pants and trashy, low cut top did nothing to replace the coat she'd used to cover up before they left for Aziraphale's. It hadn't been needed during their trip to the Underworld, so she'd left it at the apartment.

Fortunately, they'd gotten what they were looking for, even if doing so meant she had to play vapid blonde and hang on Cam. Of course that lasted only as long as it took for the fighting to start. But they'd gotten out without any injuries, a fact that Isabel relayed when she left messages for Greg and Jack.

She eyed the books on her desk that rustled ominously. "Don't try it. Or I'll lock you in the closet." Of course looking at the books reminded her that she really needed to study for War Theory. Something she'd already put off due to the trip to Crabapple Cove.

Isabel glanced down at her outfit and sighed. First things first, a shower, then comfy pajamas. It had been a long day.
After starting the day at the gym and then dropping Benjamin off at Sam's Isabel went off to Tortall for Alanna's Ordeal. The trip had been both fun and exhausting. She'd met some of Alanna's friends and had long talks with both Bel and Angel. But through it all she still worried about Cedric.

After unpacking and spending so quality time with Annie, Isabel stretched out on her bed and dozed off, only to wake when she heard her phone ring. She got to it just as the call went to voicemail, so she waited a minute then checked the message. She was halfway out the door when she realized that Jack probably would not want to be disturbed. Morning would come soon enough.

Smiling, Isabel went back to bed and quickly fell back asleep.
Thursday had turned out to be fairly busy. There'd been a last minute call from Rory to cover the library and a trip to town to pick up a lunchbox to hold Baby Benjamin. Isabel is still boggling that Vader assigned the project. She just hoped that the egg wasn't going to hatch some sort of brain eating reptile, with Vader it's a possibility. Of course the thought of a brain eating reptile made her think of the brain eating fish and she frowned, wishing there was something more to do then wait.

Annie is playing with a catnip toy. Benjamin is resting quietly in a nest of tissues and a folded t-shirt in his lunchbox and Isabel is wrapping Christmas presents.

The door is open.
Isabel wasn't surprised that she slept in late Monday morning. After all they'd been up late meeting people at Caritas on Saturday night. It had gone surprisingly well, even if Max was surprised that she was dating a geek with weird hair and the conversation with Peter had touched a little too close to home. It was still going well when they talked to Parker, even if she did scare Max just a bit. But then they's stop so she could check up on Bel. And he unintentionally blabbed and Max's head exploded. She didn't get to sleep after that.

Fortunately Max had calmed down by the them they met at the beach yesterday and he agreed to let her stay. Looking back, Isabel is pretty sure he realized that if he forced her to go home, the first thing she would do was tell their parents the truth.

She was glad that she and English Peter had organized the party. It seemed like everyone had needed a chance to unwind.

Showered, dressed and with time to spare before class, Isabel sat and did a little online shopping for an upcoming special occasion.

The door is open.

[ooc: Will be a link drop when I get around to redoing it. WTF LJ? You ate my post! I'm pretty much around for the day although I might disappear for an errand occasionally.]
Isabel has been keeping busy. Library yesterday, checking up on Parker last night, talking to Buffy about quitting cheerleading today, and then dress shopping with Dawn and Alanna, Lavender and Aeryn. When she finally made it back to her room, she showered and dressed in her comfy pjs before pulling out something mindless to read while Annie stalked a small rubber ball around the room.

The door was open.
Isabel made a quick pass through the common room kitchen to fix up a plate of healthy snack food then returned to her room to spend the day trying to keep up with the reading for all her classes. As she settled in with the reading for Interstellar Relations, her mind wandered to something she'd noticed in yesterday's Ethics class. Reaching for her phone, Isabel left a quick message, before opening her book and beginning to read.

[ooc: The door, like the post is open. Occasionally slow due to RL and potential migraine.]
For a Saturday the day had been busy. After the trip to the pet store and then spending the afternoon and early part of the evening baking cupcakes and doing some (okay, a lot) of campaigning in the common room, Isabel was glad to get back to the quiet of her room. She was even happier when Annie woke up and and started to bat at the bit of string Isabel dangled in front of her.

[will be a linkdrop. Locked to the boyfriend please]
It had taken a while to clean up the common room after feeding a small army of students. Isabel hadn't cared, it gave her time to process what Luke had told her about Anakin and what Bridge had told her about Xander. Maybe that's why she got so frustrated with Bel, she wasn't ready to lose another friend. But despite all that it was nice to just hang out and talk to both new and not so new people.

After a long, steamy shower that muffled the sound of any tears, Isabel dressed in her comfy pajamas and sat on her bed with her laptop in her lap. It only took a few minutes to type up a message and only a few minutes more for a mail undeliveable message to appear. Silently Isabel closed the laptop and put aside before stretching out on her bed. It took a long time for her to get to sleep.
izzyalienqueen: (dark light)
Eventually Isabel was able to come back to Fandom )

[ooc: The door's closed but knockable. I'm mostly coherent. It's been a hell of a long day but it's good to be back. Much love to [livejournal.com profile] demonbelthazor for both the pre-play, the coding and all the effort to get it to me since the damn email still hasn't shown up.]
Waking up next to Greg had been wonderful. Too wonderful in fact. Warm and cozy under the covers, it was too easy to get distracted and not think about the fact that she had to leave in a few hours. This time her reluctance to leave has nothing to do with where she's going and who she'll see, but everything to do with who she's leaving behind and the dwindling time they have left.

Not wanting to say a sappy good-bye in front of Bel, Isabel finally chased Greg out and then raced into the shower. By ten she'd finished packing the last of her things ans was sitting on her bed waiting for Bel.

[ooc: locked to Bel's Interdimensional Taxi Service. The boyfriend was modded with permission OMG!]
A unexpected phone call had changed Isabel's plans for at least the weekend. After all, there's no sense in going to LA and not spending some time there. She hung up with Angel and then made a call to arrange transportation. That done, she made a few more calls to let people know she'd be out of town.

Phone calls made, Isabel pulled her bag out from under her bed and started to pack.

The door's open.


[ooc: Open to all. Thread with Greg is getting NWS. Just in case anyone in an office wants to read. Yes, I do mean you! ;-)]
The last few days have caught up with Isabel. Between the Jello dragons, the slumber party, the common room, the road trip to Blue Cove and then the Fourth of July Party, she's exhausted. But it was worth it to spend time with Greg watching making fireworks, to warn Cedric about the need for sunscreen and then teach him how to boogie board, ponder boyfriends with suicidal tendencies with Aeryn, and to discuss damsels in distress with Bel and Jello dragons with Cam.

But now it was time to recover. After karate, she returned to her room to hide and relax for the day. Isabel had just completed an email to Maria, filling her in on recent events when she she noticed an email still sitting in her inbox. Picking up her phone, she called a number and left a message.


[ooc: Will eventually be a linkdrop. Not open for interaction cause I'm going to bed in 10 minutes.]
Despite going to bed at her usual time, Isabel never really went to sleep. There were too many things on her mind. Confusion and worry about what Bel had told her alternated with moments of squee for Xander and Bridge. Then she would remember her conversation with Aeryn and last night's radio broadcast and she would begin to worry about John.

Finally, well after midnight, when Xander's breathing had evened out with sleep and she could reasonably certain that Bel was asleep, she pulled out the picture from where she'd hidden it under her pillow.

Closing her eyes, she placed her fingers on the picture and tried to relax enough to fall asleep. )

[NFB of course]

[ooc: preplayed with [livejournal.com profile] demonbelthazor, Locked to the roomie.]
After working out at the gym, Isabel returned to her room and started replaying the radio broadcast downloads from the last few days, looking for a clue about who turned in Bel.

She smiled as she listened to Bridge's broadcast from Thursday night but then headdesked when she realized that the answer had been in the broadcast all along. She'd just been to busy reacting to the news of Bel's arrest to hear the rest of the broadcast.

Now she needed to answer the question, who was Weevil? With a sigh she settled in to listen to some more broadcasts to find out.

[ooc: No interaction possible. I'm going AFK for the rest of the night in about 30 minutes.]
Isabel woke up from her nap and stretched. As long as she doesn't think about the flashing incident this morning, she could consider it a pretty good day. She met a nice guy at the coffee shop, and found a more appropriate robe at the shop in town.

"Well Frog," she said to the purple amphibian in the tank. "It looks like it's just you and me. I think we have to fix that." Opening the door, she listened to the sounds from the hallway as she studied her course catalog.


[occ: open to anyone who wants to meet her.]

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