fandomhighdorms | 5th Floor Common Room, Friday Evening

In the early part of the evening, Abigail headed down to the common room, and set up for the party. There were snacks and non-alcoholic drinks, along with a few opaque bottles of alcohol that were all labeled at the bottom with what was inside. If she was going to get into trouble for her efforts, at least she'd get into a lot of trouble at the same time.

Next to the snacks were a bowl of breath mints, and a sign labeled "RULES":

1. You don't have to kiss anyone you don't want to.
2. You don't have to kiss anyone period. Passive voyeurs are welcome. Dirty voyeurs will get kicked out.
3. If you take pictures, you must promise to send a copy to Abigail Whistler, or your camera will be taken away.
4. All kissing must be done with someone of the same sex. There's liquor here for a reason!
5. If you move past the kissing stage, take it to a room unless you're comfortable with everyone watching.

Yeah, she definitely wasn't going to be telling her dad about this the next time she called home.

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"I see," she said. "Do you know why he wanted it documented?" Isabel was pretty sure that John was in her workshop with Barney. Thank god she was going to miss class next week.

"He was teleporting to LA this evening to visit some girl named Molly. I didn't know teleporting was a valid travel option. You really do learn something new here every day."

"Portalocity makes a fortune off this place," she nodded. "I've used them to get to LA a few times myself. I should have booked them to get me back to Roswell but instead I'm actually flying."

"On a plane or something more, um, exotic?" He was totally ready to start filming again if the answer to his question was something other than conventional aircraft.

"Sorry to disappoint you, but I'm flying United," Isabel told him.

"It's all good. How long are you going to be gone?"

Then another thought struck him, "Oh, and my roommate totally turned into a cheetah last night. How long will Bart stay that way?"

"I'm not sure," she admitted. "There's stuff I need to take care of back home so it depends on how that goes."

"He did? Hmmm...I'd say a anywhere from three days to a week."

"Ah, is everything okay at home?" Andrew was concerned for Isabel.

Still frowning a bit, "That's it? I mean, I like Bart, he's a great roommate, but he's such a super cute little cheetah cub. And it was really nice to snuggle up with..." Andrew thought he should probably not go into details.

"I need to help my brothers out with something," Isabel said. She left it at that, having a feeling if she started getting into the real reasons, the camera would be back in her face.

"That's it. Trust me. At various times I've looked after friends that were a mouse, a hedgehog, a fox. A week is the most you'll get."

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