I Just Want To Be Normal

Phone call with Parker

Parker's Graduation - Parker, Jarod

Isabel had considered going to the beach for an evening swim after spending the afternoon roasting while wearing her costume at the Renaissance Faire but the approaching storms put an end to that plan. Which meant looked like her mostly quiet week was going to continue.

After showering and putting on some comfy clothes, she stretched out on her bed with her laptop and started to write some emails.

The door was open.

A week that had included library duty, a night out at Caritas, movies with a friend, exams, and plotting a rescue mission meant that Isabel was pretty damn tired when she went to bed on Friday night. Unfortunately the conversation with Rikku brought memories and Isabel didn't actually get into a deep sleep until some time just before dawn. She slept till noon when the sound of yelling and chaos in the hallways woke her.

A quick look out her door found Isabel shutting it quickly. Beyond grateful to whatever quirk of Fandom left her still eighteen, she decided an afternoon with a good book was much better then weetiny chaos.

After a quiet afternoon, Isabel finally got out her camera and opened her door.

Isabel wasn't sure what time she finally left Cedric's room. All she remembered was that it was very, very late and that she was glad the spell had finally broken.

It hadn't been the best of weeks. A dinner that was supposed to fun was entirely too angst-ridden. And although some classes had been fun. Others? Well, the company was good, but being on guard against possessed people wasn't. Fortunately research had given them answers and others were able to fix things. Although after finally checking her messages, Isabel was worried some people might be hurt beyond repair. After leaving a message of her own, it was finally time for bed.

She slept in late Saturday morning, then got up and and started gathering supplies for poster-making this evening. Half distracted in a search for glitter and markers, Isabel never looked at caller ID.

"Hello? Isabel? Honey is that you?" a familiar and very worried voice asked through the phone.

Shocked, Isabel sat down on the bed.

"Who is this? Please. I'm looking for my daughter."

"It's me dad," she said finally, her voice shaking.

[ooc: Open although most likely it'll be SP till this evening.]

Monday hadn't been a bad day, what with having coffee with Xander and visiting Jarod at Caritas. But Revolutions shook Isabel up a little more then she would have liked. So she returned to her room and curled up on her bed to watch something mindless on the laptop.

[Door is closed, post is open!]

Over all it's been a good weekend. The dance was wonderful, and weetiny adults were amusing and entertaining. Even if some of them did leave weird phone messages.

The overall good mood allowed her to forget about any weirdness, well other then being grateful that it didn't seem to have a lasting effect. It also let an unexpected conversation count as odd, rather then disturbing.

The door was open and Isabel could be heard occasionally singing along as she cleaned her room.



[Links to be added when I get time. Open to all.]

Isabel had been busy the last two days. Library duty, followed by Dean's party, a visit to Peter, coffee with Xander and pursuing and being pursued in Ares'class today. It had given her a lot to think about.

Like the fact that she could never face Creepy Guy ever again. And that Xander had obviously returned from some sort of bizarro universe. Cause seriously, the other version of her had been married? Isabel was pretty sure she'd be dubya tee effing over that for a long, long time.

But the thing that had her most concerned was her conversation with Anders. Which is why Isabel's sitting with her headphones on, replaying the radio broadcasts for the last few weeks and taking notes every time Anders' name was mentioned.

[ooc: mostly establishy. But open if you don't mind SP since I'm going to bed soon.]

After a day that included an absolutely bizarre Campaigning class, some studying, and then a walk in the snow that ended with a snowball fight with Jarod in front of Caritas, Isabel was looking to get warm. Sipping a hot chocolate, dressed in a warm pair of flannel pants and a cozy fleece, Annie curled up on feet, she sat on her bed and read through her notes for War Theory.

The door was open.

Isabel tried not to think about the ongoing election, or, more importantly, Monday night's conversation with Jarod. Instead she focused on a successful first day as a library aide and Annie as she chased a balled up piece of paper around the room.

The door was open although a chair was blocking it to prevent a wee kitten from escaping.

Isabel was waiting at the causeway at midnight, the keys to Rory’s car in hand.

( cut for a road trip )

[ooc: pre-played through email with jarodpretends No interaction possible. Okay to say they left. But where is NFB due to distance.]