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Room 406, evening
Jan. 25th, 2007 10:30 pmIsabel 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.]
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.]
