Third Floor Common Room, Lunchtime

[lilpunkinbelly.livejournal.com]

After a handwavey walk into town for supplies, Dawn set out a bunch of sandwich fixings, pretzels, chips of various descriptions, cookies, fruit, lemonade, iced tea, and soda.

A small handwritten sign told people to help themselves, so she didn't have to keep repeating herself.

As for Dawn, she sat down with a book to enjoy her hummus with cheese, sprouts, carrots and sweet pickles. Occasionally she sipped from her lemonade.


[ooc: Open to all, mod any sandwich fixings or side items you'd like.]

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[tyler-gone.livejournal.com]

"I'll let you know," Tyler nodded seriously. "It's good to have friends."

He raised his brows. "Does anyone back home know?"

[izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com]

"It is. We look out for one another here."

Isabel shrugged, "A very few people do. But it's safer if people don't. The FBI would like to make us lab rats. There's other aliens that want us dead. Keeping quiet's much better in the long run."

[tyler-gone.livejournal.com]

"I get that," Tyler said. "Must get lonely, though, to always be looking over your shoulder like that."

[izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com]

"It was. More for Max and Michael then for me. I tried to fit in," she explained quietly. "Hiding in plain site and all that. They kept to themselves more. Having people find out, even with all the trauma and chaos that came with it, has helped." Isabel smiled, "But it still doesn't compare to this place."

[tyler-gone.livejournal.com]

"No pudding rain back home?" Tyler grinned. "And who are Max and Michael?"

[izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com]

"No pudding rain, no casual acceptance of me turning people's hair different colors. I haven't been back since everyone found out. But I think it's going to be like going back to a prison." Isabel sighed, "But I can't stay here forever, and I do miss my family, so I'll go."

"Max is my brother, Michael is sort of an adopted brother. They're aliens as well."