fandomhighdorms | Room 406, Thursday Morning

Isabel woke up early. She was still a bit tired but she doubted that she would be able to get back to sleep. Too many things were running through her mind. She'd come to Fandom to get away from the insanity that was her life in Roswell. Max's quest to discover where they came from didn't grab her with same intensity. And as for Tess and her talk of Destiny? Forget it, she loved Michael like a brother. There was absolutely no way she would ever even consider any sort of romantic future with him. Max could search all he'd like, she was just going to live her life like any other normal student.

Of course given what she'd seen of Fandom so far, normal might be a relative term. So far she'd met a purple dragon, been given her room key by a robot, been warned about gremlins, zombies, and vampires, and then told there was a chance she'd turn into a small animal. She also was rooming with a guy. That took co-ed housing to an entirely new level. Fortunately she was used to weird.

Looking over at Xander's bed, she was pretty sure he was still sleeping. Moving quietly, she gathered her toiletries and went to take a shower.

Ten minutes later, cursing at herself for forgetting them and making plans to immediately go and buy something large and terry-cloth, a damp Isabel made a dash for her clothes dressed only in the skimpy silk robe she'd brought from home.

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Lifting his head blearily from under his blanket at the sound of the bathroom door opening, Xander took a second to recognise that the blur of red crossing the room was attached to a person. Once he did, though, bleary eyes rapidly turned to wide ones.

"Whoa. Best. Hallucination. Ever."

"Oh shit..." Isabel muttered and whirled around. If that move caused the edge of the robe to rise a bit high, it was completely unintentional.

With one hand holding the robe shut and the other attempting to pull the hem down a little farther then mid-thigh, she tried desperately to maintain her dignity. "Um, morning? I took a shower and forgot my clothes..." Since pulling on the hem only served to pull the robe open, she gave up on pulling it down. Reaching behind her she grabbed her clothes and dashed back to the bathroom.

"Clearly such behavior is irresponsible and should never be encouraged," Xander called after her. He sat up, first rubbing his eyes, then smoothing his hair into a non-freakazoid shape. "You shouldn't, for instance, do that every day for the rest of my life."

Ten minutes later, Isabel came out of the bathroom. If Xander thought about it, he might wonder how she got dressed, got her hair dried, and her make-up on in that short of time.

"No, there will not be a repeat performance." She might have sounded a bit pissed. But OMG! she practically flashed him. "I'm getting a new robe today."

"I'll try to contain my sadness," Xander replied. By now he was sitting at his desk, wearing jeans and a t-shirt ~~which was not remotely the one he'd slept in~~, and glaring distrustfully at his computer screen again.

[ooc - and bad-timing-wise, his player has to leave internet-access for the day. *hates Tuesdays and Thursdays ZOMG* ]

Room 406, Thursday Morning

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