The Institute, New York, Saturday Afternoon
Things in New York had been significantly less interesting since the night at Pandemonium, but Isabelle was actually cool with that. (Mostly.) This was getting to be the longest time she'd spent back home since moving to Fandom last year. It was good to be back and just enjoy herself in all the familiar surroundings. She'd caught a sale at Trash and Vaudeville, and she'd hung out in the fae part of Central Park, which had landed her a great opportunity to show off some of her new clothes on a casual little... date thing, with a faerie knight by the name of Meliorn, on Friday night.
Yeah, Isabelle was home, all right.
She'd taken advantage of the Institute's training room with her brothers earlier, and was now painting her toenails. As you do, after you're done beating up the people you consider your nearest and dearest. Hey, she could hear Jace playing the piano elsewhere in the building. They all did their thing.
[ooc: NFB, but open for all the usual stuff!]
Yeah, Isabelle was home, all right.
She'd taken advantage of the Institute's training room with her brothers earlier, and was now painting her toenails. As you do, after you're done beating up the people you consider your nearest and dearest. Hey, she could hear Jace playing the piano elsewhere in the building. They all did their thing.
[ooc: NFB, but open for all the usual stuff!]