Isabel's Alcove, Platypus, Late Friday Night
It was weird being back in the cabins. Used to the quiet of her room, the noises of other people breathing and moving about as they got ready for bed reminded Isabel of her time in the Royalist camp in Antar.
Not willing to dwell on that unhappy time, she focused on the events of the last two days: laughing with Katara, giving Jack her memories, John and Aeryn's engagement party, the move to the cabin.
Really the only unhappy event had been saying good-bye to Peter. But given her new belated birthday present, Isabel wasn't willing to rule out a road trip before August.
She refused to think about what she was going to have to do tomorrow.
Waving her hand, she turned on the star light, then stretched out on her bed and closed her eyes.
[ooc: Establishy only as I am going to bed. My apologies to the radio people. *offers rum*]
Not willing to dwell on that unhappy time, she focused on the events of the last two days: laughing with Katara, giving Jack her memories, John and Aeryn's engagement party, the move to the cabin.
Really the only unhappy event had been saying good-bye to Peter. But given her new belated birthday present, Isabel wasn't willing to rule out a road trip before August.
She refused to think about what she was going to have to do tomorrow.
Waving her hand, she turned on the star light, then stretched out on her bed and closed her eyes.
[ooc: Establishy only as I am going to bed. My apologies to the radio people. *offers rum*]