I Just Want To Be Normal

Isabel was pretty certain that Lonnie was in some way responsible for the nightmares of the past week. And knowing that, it made it a little easier to close her eyes as it got dark and the week caught up with her. Within minutes, she was fast asleep.

The dream of the control room started again. But this time, as Kivar walked into the room Vilandra turned away. "No Lonnie. Not this time," Isabel said. "Show yourself. I know you're here somewhere."

[ooc: sorry for the mild spamming. RL happened. Post locked to Lonnie and NFB]

After the visit by Alex's ghost, and then the bitter fight with Jack, Isabel spent the day hiding in her room. She thought briefly about dinner, but the mere thought of food was enough to make her feel sick. Instead she slowly sipped a bottle of tepid water and cuddled Annie close.

Sleeping was the last thing she wanted to do, and Isabel tried her best to stay awake as it got later and later, pacing about the room anxiously.

( But eventually she fell into a troubled sleep )

Isabel woke up; a scream caught in her throat, and immediately ran towards the bathroom. Minutes later she returned, the meager contents of her stomach gone, and huddled, miserable, under the blankets.

Even snuggled up next to Greg, it still took Isabel a long time to fall asleep. When she finally drifted off, her last thought was a wish for a dreamless sleep.

( It wasn’t )

Isabel sat up with a gasp, gingerly feeling her shoulder which still ached from the bite. Her heart was racing and she took a deep shuddering breath to calm herself.

Isabel had slept reasonably well Sunday night. She supposed talking to Parker yesterday about the Dupes and the problems with Max had helped. Parker was right, she wasn’t Lonnie or Vilandra and despite what they had both done, it didn’t mean she was going to betray or hurt Max. She’d lived a completely different life, was a completely different person. And despite the alien essence she shared with them both, her irrational fears about Vilandra coming out, were just that, fears.

After Interstellar Relations, and a quick stop in the common room for food, Isabel returned to her room and started reviewing the latest polls on the election. When she had enough of that, she watched the download of the latest Wreathmist episode, before finally getting ready to bed.

( And she dreamed )

The alarm sounded and Isabel reached out to shut it off, but she didn’t move from the bed. She could almost dismiss the first oh-so-real dream from Saturday night as nothing more then the result of fighting with Max about Vilandra and what she had done. But another dream? That built on the first? With emotions so real they carried over when she woke up?

She turned; burying her face in the pillow, certain she knew what was happening but unwilling to face it.

[OOC: Wreathmist = Torchwood. It’s actually an anagram of Mister What courtesy of soldtoarmenians. Just establishing. Not open for interaction.]

After last night's fight with Max, Isabel hadn't been in the mood to talk to anyone. The day's power outage made it easy to hide in her room, alternately attempting to work on school work or staring at the ceiling.

Eventually it got dark and she gave up and went to bed, hoping that tomorrow would be a better day.


( And she dreamed )

Isabel sat up and gasped, blinking as she focused on the familiar surroundings of her room. In moments, the residual anger faded and was replaced with an unsettled feeling. Reaching down, she scooped Annie out of her basket and cuddled her close as she lay back down. Within minutes Isabel drifted back into an uneasy sleep.


[ooc: Just establishly, no interaction possible as I'm going to bed very soon.]