After the craziness of the last few days, Isabel was grateful for the chance to actually sit and relax for the night. Going for Jack's tattoo and crashing in his room seemed like a long time ago.

But, between dancing with Luke and Anakin, laughing with Cedric, and hanging out with Jack, teasing Xander and watching fireworks with Peter, she'd had fun at the Seahorse party even if the thought of radio still made her twitch. Then again, if she hadn't heard radio, she would have been a little more shocked when Capt. Jack joined her for breakfast Saturday morning.

Then on Saturday, there was graduation. And the school blew up.

Sitting on her bed, Isabel was sorting through copies of the pictures she'd gotten developed.

The door was open.
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After a night spent fighting Samuri Fishmen, and a busy day of classes, StuCo, visiting, and an assembly. Isabel was glad to get back to her room. Apologizing profusely, she locked Annie the cat in the bathroom, then set Jack the mouse down on her bed.

"There. Roam! Be free!" she laughed.

The door was 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.



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Cuddled up under a blanket, Isabel was alternating between doing her reading for tomorrow's Villian's class and thinking over the last two days. Between talking to Anders and the trip into Special Collections with Dawn, the day had passed quickly. And the evening's trip to Caritas had been informative as well. She understood Rose's unwillingness to tell her too much, but that didn't mean she wouldn't ask more questions at another time.

The door was open.

[OOC: Post is primarily for [livejournal.com profile] mparkerceo. Ping me on IM if you want to send someone by. RL is sort of kicking my ass at the moment.]
Cold and tired, Isabel opened the door to her room, smiling to find a solid and sleeping Greg in her bed.

It had been way too long a day. )

A short while later, after a long, hot shower and dressed in her warmest, comfiest pajamas, Isabel slid into the bed and snuggled up to Greg. She was asleep within minutes.

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