ext_100473 ([identity profile] izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com) wrote in [community profile] fandomtownies2006-12-21 02:11 pm
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The Perk, After Ethics

After Ethics, Isabel made a quick stop in her room to pick up Jarod's presents and then headed out to the Perk. The fact that snow was falling, exams were over and all her friends were currently safe and accounted for meant that Isabel was in a particularly good mood when she got to the Perk. She might even have been singing softly. "It's beginning to look a lot like Christmas..." as she entered the store.

[ooc: Isabel's here to meet Jarod, but the post is open for all your Perky needs. Occasional SP due to RL if you want to talk to Isabel.]
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[personal profile] chasingangela 2006-12-21 07:30 pm (UTC)(link)
Angela stopped in the Perk on her way back from some Christmas shopping on the mainland. "Isabel!" she greeted, white chocolate mocha in hand.
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[personal profile] chasingangela 2006-12-21 07:59 pm (UTC)(link)
"Finally," Angela said. "It took forever to find something for my mom." She glanced into her bag. "I think I have something for you, even."
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[personal profile] chasingangela 2006-12-22 04:03 am (UTC)(link)
"We can do the exchange back at the dorms," Angela said. "I hate that townies can't come to the dorms. It's like they think they're all going to molest us."
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[personal profile] chasingangela 2006-12-22 04:10 am (UTC)(link)
"I know, rules are rules," Angela said. "So you aren't going to Los Angeles?"

She bit her lip. 'How are things with Jarod and Parker, anyhow?"

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[identity profile] spit-spot.livejournal.com 2006-12-21 07:49 pm (UTC)(link)
Mary and her young shopping companion enter the Perk for late afternoon tea.

The girl chatters non-stop about this and that, mostly involving the tea and how delicious the gingerbread muffin is.

[identity profile] spit-spot.livejournal.com 2006-12-21 08:01 pm (UTC)(link)
Mary nodded back as Maia waved energetically and cheerfully at Isabel.

The little girl certainly recognized her.

[identity profile] spit-spot.livejournal.com 2006-12-21 08:28 pm (UTC)(link)
"And to you too!" Maia said waving again. "Oh! You're Isabel! You have fun friends. I hardly ever get to have adventures like you, except when Orion takes us hunting."

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[identity profile] bound2blade.livejournal.com 2006-12-21 10:23 pm (UTC)(link)
Setsuna looked a little mournful as she got herself a tea latte and a place to sit for a bit. She'd just been to the post office, sending Yuunagi off to Japan. It was a very bittersweet farewell, despite the fact that she knew it wouldn't be long until they were both home again for a little bit. Still, she sniffed a little as she sipped.

[identity profile] bound2blade.livejournal.com 2006-12-21 10:53 pm (UTC)(link)
"Hm?" Setsuna looked up from the table with an air of distraction about her, blinking a few times. "Oh. Oh, hello, Isabel. It's nothing much. I sent Yuunagi out to Japan today, so she'll be there when I'm there for the holidays...It was a little sad to see her go."

[identity profile] bound2blade.livejournal.com 2006-12-21 11:00 pm (UTC)(link)
"Oh, sorry," Setsuna blushed a little, although she was a little surprised that there were still people who hadn't had to deal with her babbling about the nodachi before. "Yuunagi is my sword."


[[ no worries. :) ]]

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[identity profile] jarodpretends.livejournal.com 2006-12-22 12:27 am (UTC)(link)
Jarod had no concept of what Christmas was supposed to look like, really, and was just happy that he'd remembered to grab his gloves and Isabel's and Parker's gifts before he left the house. He smiled and waved cheerfully when he spotted Isabel.

[identity profile] jarodpretends.livejournal.com 2006-12-22 12:33 am (UTC)(link)
"Merry Christmas," he set the packages down and went to the counter, calling back over his shoulder, "Peppermint mocha, right?"

[identity profile] jarodpretends.livejournal.com 2006-12-22 12:42 am (UTC)(link)
Jarod paused in giving his order to the teenage boy behind the counter and turned to faced Isabel, confused. "There are times when milk and whipped cream aren't allowed?"