|Isabel Evans (christmasnazi) wrote in wariscoming,|
@ 2011-08-26 01:04:00
|Entry tags:||isabel evans|
Who: Isabel Evans and OTA - Anyone want to find out that she’s from ‘up north’?
What: Fixing waffles in the kitchen with her alien abilities.
Where: The complex kitchen
When: Late at night
How was it possible to be so bored in a world where so much crazy stuff was always happening? Isabel had tried to distract herself with TV and it worked up until the point where there was nothing on but bad re-runs and infomercials. Even when she used her abilities to descramble the good cable channels nothing capture her attention. It was frustrating beyond words. This place was doing a great job at outdoing Roswell, New Mexico as far as ennui went.
Isabel ran her hand over her long blonde hair, using her powers to straighten and smooth it out, and deemed herself presentable. There was always food. She had plenty of cash thanks to her turning ones into hundreds, but hadn’t gone to a store or restaurant. Even aliens needed to eat and her stomach was rumbling with hunger. Once she’d gotten down to the lobby she made a beeline for the kitchen, wondering what kind of stuff the place was stocked with.
Her face lit up a little as she caught sight of frozen waffles. They weren’t the strawberry waffles from the Crashdown Cafe, but they would do. She took two of them from their plastic packaging and laid them on the counter, waving her hand over them to cook them until they produced that wonderful smell. Sometimes being half alien was so convenient. If only she could find Tabasco...