Still beyond pleased that they actually were able to pull it off, Isabel returned from Rikku's and made a phone call. Then she opened up her laptop and started tracking down spoilers for the season finales of all her favorite shows.

[The door, like the post is open.]

Isabel woke up after a much needed nap and stretched, thinking about the events of the last twenty-four hours. Only in Fandom could a simple movie night with friends turn into a collective nightmare. And despite knowing everyone really was okay, she'd still been too keyed up to sleep although the visit to Jack had helped calm her nerves enough ( Read more... )

( Cut to spare for I am kind )

After a rather disturbing conversation earlier in the evening, Parker and Isabel had returned to Isabel's room to dreamwalk Bel ( Read more... )

Jack slept, barely stirring from his half curl in the middle of the bed. ( And he dreamed… )

Despite going to bed at her usual time, Isabel never really went to sleep. There were too many things on her mind. Confusion and worry about what Bel had told her alternated with moments of squee for Xander and Bridge. Then she would remember her conversation with Aeryn and last night's radio broadcast and she would begin to worry about John ( Read more... )

After staying up late Saturday night with everyone in the common room, Isabel slept in late and then spent Sunday reading Lysistrata for Western Lit and working on a final batch of campaign posters. She hoped that things went well with the election, but even if they didn't, she still thought the idea of game night would be fun. Hopefully she'd be ( Read more... )