Las Vegas, Wednesday evening
Fortunately Isabel was an old hand at Fandom weirdness. After waking up as a guy, she'd hidden out in her room until she heard her roommate leave the apartment for the day. Since she didn't feel like explaining who she was to her classmates, she texted one of her study partners to send her the lecture notes, then settled into do some work for her independent study classes.
Fortunately Isabel didn't have to work that night. After getting a message from Sarah that she was staying in studio for the night which meant she wouldn't have to go back to hiding in her room, Isabel settled in for a night of models, crazy survivalists, and bitchy chefs.
Life, despite it's little quirks, couldn't get better.
[Open for phone calls, emails, or visitors, expected or otherwise.]
Fortunately Isabel didn't have to work that night. After getting a message from Sarah that she was staying in studio for the night which meant she wouldn't have to go back to hiding in her room, Isabel settled in for a night of models, crazy survivalists, and bitchy chefs.
Life, despite it's little quirks, couldn't get better.
[Open for phone calls, emails, or visitors, expected or otherwise.]