i'm pure at heart, it repels the dirt

Isabelle had looked at some family photos earlier this morning. That was normal. Normal-ish. Normal enough for how things had been going lately. With Max's death, and the holidays coming up, and all the drama with Flick –– well, who could blame her for wanting to spend some time thinking about her family.

She knew she'd put all the photos away, though. And yet when she came back to her room after a while, she could see already from the door that one of them was out on her desk. When she came closer, she saw which one it was. It had her mother and father with Max, when he'd been barely older than a toddler. She'd liked it, even with all the pain it caused for a variety of reasons.

Except now, it had been defaced. Her parents' eyes had been scratched out. Isabelle picked up the photo, and looked back at the door. Had someone been to her room when she'd been out? Gremlins? Why would they do something like this to someone's family photos?

She looked back down at the photograph.

They deserve it, anyway. They all deserve it.

... Had she thought that? Why would she ever think that?

Maybe she needed to go back to bed.

[ooc: Door halfway open, post completely so! Also creepy and unsure of sanity. ETA: Warning for some possessed violence!]

When Isabelle came back from a whole bunch of training, there was a bright orange post-it stuck to the frame of her and Raleigh's door. She raised an eyebrow at it as she yanked the door open, thinking it was for Raleigh. But nope, a closer look –– actually, the closer look was just confusing.

You already stopped to read this, so why not come in and claim a third floor chocolate coin?, the post-it read. Which made perfect sense. Except not.

"... Are we supposed to get chocolate coins?" Isabelle asked of no one in particular.

[ooc: Well the girl's basically standing in the hallway, so open, naturally!]