She mightn't have had as bad a time of it was some, but that didn't mean Isabela was particularly happy about the weekend. Her favourite methods of not dealing with things involved sex, drink and dirty books, and she didn't have the first two handy, so she was stretched out along the bed with a pen and a notebook.

...Still half entangled in the ( Read more... )

In the interests of not abandoning Merrill to her own devices being a good bubblehut sharer, Isabela had mostly been avoiding some of her more...athletic pastimes (mostly, a girl had needs), which meant that when the girl woke up today she did not have any unexplained company sharing her bedding ( Read more... )

Isabela had slept the sleep of the just ('just what' was the question), and was now prepared for a lazy weekend lie in ( Read more... )

Isabela had heard today's radio, and while specific terms (like 'blog' and 'tumblr') had escaped her, she'd gotten the gist of things, which meant she'd pulled out one of her various works in progress and was revising it.

"You see, my dear," the dashing pirate queen drawled, brandishing a familiar looking journal. "If you didn't want anyone ( Read more... )

Isabela was having an awesome week. Sure there was something in the air, but let's face it, it was only magnifying urges that were already there and taking care of them was proving to be tremendous fun ( Read more... )

So Isabela had received an interesting phone message earlier, well, several, but only one was relevant right now, and now she was waiting to see if her invitation was going to be taken up.

In the Captain's Quarters. Under a pile of blankets. Still clothed.

Because she hadn't really considered the weather when she made the offer.

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Her lack of classes meant that Isabela was free to do other things. Like work on her stories, well, work on them more, as she'd gotten a remarkable amount done on the repressed Jedi series after class yesterday ( Read more... )

Having abandoned a sizable haul of baggage in Atton's class, Isabela was doing a simply marvellous job of pretending she was having a perfectly normal day. The bags and chests and trunks that were emblazoned with things like 'viddathari', 'some gold and a goat', 'a pretty doll on a shelf', or 'the fucking Qun' had absolutely nothing to do with her ( Read more... )

After several hours planning and preparation, with frequent breaks for ...other things, two figures sneaked into the empty office under the cover of stealth and darkness and got to work ( Read more... )

Having spent the entirety of Atton's class thinking dirty, dirty thoughts, Isabela had been inspired. A short detour to acquire a notebook and pen later, she was sprawled out on her bed, propping herself up on her elbows as she wrote.

...he kept his gaze on the other man as he made his excuses to leave. Something about designing another self- ( Read more... )