Isobel Evans-Bracken (iamanact) wrote in evaluation, @ 2019-10-21 09:20:00 |
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Entry tags: | !rooms: one: day one, ouat: emma swan, roswell: isobel evans, roswell: kyle valenti |
Who: Isobel Evans-Bracken & Emma Swan (open to Kyle Valenti)
What: Meeting & Room Claiming
When: Day 1
Where: Room 3
Rating/Warnings: TBD (likely low), no warnings
Status: In Progress / Closed
Isobel would, if she was more willing to admit the truth of the matter, say that she was on the edge of a nervous breakdown. She had been stepping outside to get some air after having successfully used a new power set she hadn’t previously done so when her whole body had gone cold. She’d been riding the by-proxy high of her brother being overpowered and strong and suddenly, late at night, he was gone. She couldn’t feel him anymore, she couldn’t sense him. She’d stumbled towards the house to try and call him, or Michael, to reach out to someone when her steps through the door had thrown her into somewhere that definitely wasn’t her home.
Having put on the pale blue dress she’d been given, that went to her mid-calf, Isobel had stepped into the grand entranceway and looked around. She’d seen a few people, and the network had been buzzing with those wanting to form connections but she couldn’t face that right now. Her head was ringing, blood roaring in her ears. The silence in her mind, the vacuum from the loss of her connection to Max was painful, she could hardly breathe. She couldn’t even sense Michael, the subtle - but always there - connection that the two of them had maintained but she’d failed to nurture.
She looked at the phone in her hand for a while before deciding better of it. She could get embroiled in that later. For now, it looked like people were finding places to stay - or sleep - and she wasn’t going to be stuck with some mausoleum or dusty, spider-filled closet. Many of the rooms were already occupied, or were on their way to being occupied, and Isobel moved with purpose to find one that wasn’t.
When she did, she pushed open the door and looked around, sitting herself on the bed. The room seemed big enough for three, which was quite fine but she’d be taking the bed, thank you very much. After sitting there for a while and realising that wasn’t going to help her, she got to her feet again and lifted the panel on the wall which looked to hold a dumbwaiter of some kind? Was that what it was called?
This room would be quaint, if it wasn’t so creepy.