Platypus, Isabel's Alcove, Evening
After getting a few hours sleep this morning and then a handwavey because OMG RL kicked my ass today trip to town to talk to the sheriff and have ice cream with Peter, Isabel returned to the cabin well before dark and sat down to write a letter.
Dear Jack,
Hi. I'm not sure if you'll ever read this, but I stopped by the post office today and Katara told me about the mailboxes. Supposedly they can reach any time, any place. So I'm hoping a letter addressed to Jack Harkness, c/o The Time Agency, 51st Century will actually reach you. A girl can dream can't she? But if you do get this? You better write back.
Workshops have been interesting. I crashed the flight simulator in flight. Oops... But I did get to have some fun on a help line in Stupid People. Yes, I'm taking a workshop called How to Deal With Stupid People. Sadly smacking them is not an answer.
I'm on library duty again. Tuesdays now. We'll be cleaning up after the mess caused by graduation and the school blowing up for weeks.
Mostly though I've just been spending lots of time hanging out with people. There was another luau. Remember that last year? How much fun it was? I made Cedric another Hawaiian shirt. We're looking out for one another just like we promised.
There's been wackiness. Poor Gavin and Luke might never recover. There's also been fun at Theodoric's. And don't get too excited, but I had a sort of date. With Peter. It was fun.
I can hear you saying "I told you so" from here.
Shut up.
All in all things are pretty good. Except people keep leaving.
And well, I miss you. But you know that. Don't forget it.
Love,
Isabel
She decided it was probably best to leave out the part about the psycho killer in the woods. Folding the letter, she stuffed it in an envelope and addressed it before setting it on the table. Not ready to sleep, Isabel grabbed one of the books she'd brought from the library and started to read.
[ooc: Peter and the sheriff modded with permission]
Dear Jack,
Hi. I'm not sure if you'll ever read this, but I stopped by the post office today and Katara told me about the mailboxes. Supposedly they can reach any time, any place. So I'm hoping a letter addressed to Jack Harkness, c/o The Time Agency, 51st Century will actually reach you. A girl can dream can't she? But if you do get this? You better write back.
Workshops have been interesting. I crashed the flight simulator in flight. Oops... But I did get to have some fun on a help line in Stupid People. Yes, I'm taking a workshop called How to Deal With Stupid People. Sadly smacking them is not an answer.
I'm on library duty again. Tuesdays now. We'll be cleaning up after the mess caused by graduation and the school blowing up for weeks.
Mostly though I've just been spending lots of time hanging out with people. There was another luau. Remember that last year? How much fun it was? I made Cedric another Hawaiian shirt. We're looking out for one another just like we promised.
There's been wackiness. Poor Gavin and Luke might never recover. There's also been fun at Theodoric's. And don't get too excited, but I had a sort of date. With Peter. It was fun.
I can hear you saying "I told you so" from here.
Shut up.
All in all things are pretty good. Except people keep leaving.
And well, I miss you. But you know that. Don't forget it.
Love,
Isabel
She decided it was probably best to leave out the part about the psycho killer in the woods. Folding the letter, she stuffed it in an envelope and addressed it before setting it on the table. Not ready to sleep, Isabel grabbed one of the books she'd brought from the library and started to read.
[ooc: Peter and the sheriff modded with permission]