Hey, Isabel? I need to talk to you about something.

OOC: Backdated to this Sunday, late afternoon. The sunlight shone through the big window in Isabel’s bedroom as Millie stood at the toddler’s bed, going through a box of old baby clothes. Nearby, Isabel played with two of her dolls, chattering animatedly to them. Holding up one of the doll’s dresses, Isabel called out, “Yah, no pee.” Millie looked up. “What, baby?” The toddler motioned like she...

I've never been so afraid for my life as I am right now. ..You'd never stab me to death, right Isabel?

OKAY SERIOUSLY WHAT. WHY ARE YOU MAKING A PEDOPHILE NOW. I demand I go back to stalking and trying to get in bed with a 17 year old please.

* HOLY SHIT ISABEL AND NIYO AND ANYONE IN THAT ROOM FOR SOME REASON. someone just walked into your room without knocking . It appears to be Jean. with horns. Probably not that odd I mean she's obviously just getting a jump start on halloween. *

..the things you do without me, DA. jeeze. how does anyone ever graduate? So. I got kicked out of the spa because of something about writing on too many signs. And lost my key to my house somewhere in my underwear drawer back at the island.. On an unrelated question. Isabel, how many beds do you have?

Who : Isabel, open Where : beach When : afternoon Rating : G. She's a dog who doesn't swear Invasion : Yup Status : Open, in progress Summary : Yup Bel wouldn't have noticed the change in scenery at all if not for the drastic change in scent. Oh, she still smelled ocean, but it was a different ocean. A cleaner ocean. One man hadn't tampered with. She paused, wounded paw hovering over...

Veronica was sitting at the kitchen table, drinking coffee, and waiting for Lilly to finish getting dressed so she could feed her breakfast. [for the residents of the house, please]

Headache. Screaming toddler. Not a good combination. ...at least my mom's back at her place and recovering all right now.

Chris was sound asleep and, as such, still unaware of what had occurred this weekend and who he was currently curled up in bed with. Countdown to flailing has commenced. [for the 'wife']