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 that she'd been able to visit Phoebe and then get to her classes.

With a sigh, Isabel climbed out of bed and began to get ready for the dance.

The door was closed but completely knockable.
After a rather disturbing conversation earlier in the evening, Parker and Isabel had returned to Isabel's room to dreamwalk Bel.

Parker took a seat on Xander's old bed, her feet curled up beneath her. "You're sure about this?"

"I'm sure," she nodded.

Isabel stretched out on the bed, last year's yearbook open to a picture of Bel, and placed her hand over the image. Too keyed up about what she might find, it took a long while for her to fall asleep. But eventually she did.

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

[ooc: pre-played with [livejournal.com profile] time_agent]
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.

Finally, well after midnight, when Xander's breathing had evened out with sleep and she could reasonably certain that Bel was asleep, she pulled out the picture from where she'd hidden it under her pillow.

Closing her eyes, she placed her fingers on the picture and tried to relax enough to fall asleep. )

[NFB of course]

[ooc: preplayed with [livejournal.com profile] demonbelthazor, Locked to the roomie.]
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 able to organize it even if she wasn't on the Student Council.

Engrossed in her work, she realized that it was late only when she started yawning more and more often. Keeping Xander in mind, she got ready for sleep in the small bathroom and then returned to her bed, pushing the posters out of the way before lying down and closing her eyes. She was tired, so sleep came easily enough, but she never noticed that as she got comfortable, her hand fell upon one of the posters bearing the images of her running mates.

Dream walk )

Heart racing, Isabel woke with a gasp. She looked at the poster still resting under her hand, and then put it on the floor. She wasn’t the only person with secrets here at Fandom High.



[ooc: Dream sequence pre-played through email with [livejournal.com profile] peter__parker. No IC interaction possible but OOC comments welcome.]

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