Roswell, late afternoon
Nov. 21st, 2011 04:10 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
izzyalienqueenShock of shocks, the family meeting hadn’t gone well. Max and Michael were furious that she’d spilled all their long held secrets while her parents were still in shock over finding out their children's true origins. No one even wanted to get into the whole disappearing buildings and people thing.
For the moment everyone had retreated to separate corners of the house to try and calm down and come to terms with things. Max and Michael were lurking the kitchen, her parents were outside on the patio, chairs pulled together and talking earnestly. Isabel and Wyatt had retreated to what was supposed to be her bedroom, but all the changes had made it a stranger’s room and there was no comfort in familiarity to be found.
Isabel paced about the room in frustration, unable to avoid feeling like they were running out of time. “I swear to god, I am this close to having you just grab them and orb them to the island.”
For the moment everyone had retreated to separate corners of the house to try and calm down and come to terms with things. Max and Michael were lurking the kitchen, her parents were outside on the patio, chairs pulled together and talking earnestly. Isabel and Wyatt had retreated to what was supposed to be her bedroom, but all the changes had made it a stranger’s room and there was no comfort in familiarity to be found.
Isabel paced about the room in frustration, unable to avoid feeling like they were running out of time. “I swear to god, I am this close to having you just grab them and orb them to the island.”
