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also pLEASE give me a thread where isaac accidentally summons a succubus-

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hi i changed my name but can i pLEASE have a stardew valley rp 👉🏻👈🏻

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“I’m up on the third! My friend Devin— he plays bass in the band— he was hyped for me to get out, all ‘my guy there is an apartment on the third floor with us, we’re gonna fuckin’ PARTY’,” laughed Isaac, doing a slight impersonation of the bassist. Pressing the button for the third floor, he let Roza enter first, taking a corner of the elevator after she got in. Distancing- another trauma response? That was something Isaac naturally did whenever he entered an elevator, so the line was blurred there.

“Soooo...” Isaac said that before a short pause. His mind was recapping the past few months, the fight to leave the old apartment complex, the rush to the hospital, everything.

“...how’s life been?”

@tellmeitsadream

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It was needed; Isaac had just gotten out of the most dangerous situation in his life about three months ago, and he was taking things slow to reacquaint himself with independent living. The savant’s brain was always buzzing, be it with tasty riff ideas, eays to improve the stream, and mentally conversing with himself (so a few doctors told his mother when he was younger), and today was no different. As he walked down to the mailroom, he smiled as he saw his package— the musician was always needing picks for his guitars.... and always needing a few upgrades to the setup for streaming.

“...oh damn, that’s crazy Tony!” Isaac said that as he laughed, “we gotta hang a bit and go from there, these tracks won’t record themself!” The brief exchange ended, and Isaac returned up the steps from which he came. As he walked down the hall on his floor, he noticed someone... familiar. No, couldn’t be. As he opened his door, he decided to take another glance at the woman...

“...Roza?”

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“Actually we have a house show this upcoming Saturday!” The man beamed as he said that— things were getting more lax with restrictions, so the band pounced on the opportunity to play again. Grabbing his package, the man headed back to the elevator. “I actually rearranged everything in the apartment so I’d love for you to see everything!” Isaac expanded on the offer; he had also gotten two more cacti and a succulent, growing a bit of a green thumb after leaving the person he saw as a captor. His mind was firing at all cylinders— what was he supposed to say when they could speak freely? He had dismissed the idea of Roza as just a figment of his overactive mind. But his brain believed what the eyes saw. The savant decided to take things slow— he’d handle the conversation with his friend, then the explanation to his bandmate Devin.

@tellmeitsadream

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It was needed; Isaac had just gotten out of the most dangerous situation in his life about three months ago, and he was taking things slow to reacquaint himself with independent living. The savant’s brain was always buzzing, be it with tasty riff ideas, eays to improve the stream, and mentally conversing with himself (so a few doctors told his mother when he was younger), and today was no different. As he walked down to the mailroom, he smiled as he saw his package— the musician was always needing picks for his guitars.... and always needing a few upgrades to the setup for streaming.

“...oh damn, that’s crazy Tony!” Isaac said that as he laughed, “we gotta hang a bit and go from there, these tracks won’t record themself!” The brief exchange ended, and Isaac returned up the steps from which he came. As he walked down the hall on his floor, he noticed someone... familiar. No, couldn’t be. As he opened his door, he decided to take another glance at the woman...

“...Roza?”

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Living— Isaac could definitely agree with Roza’s response if his read on the room was right. “Aaaah, same,” began the musician, his mind recalling the day the incident happened, “ended up moving here to be closer to the bandmates, oh— I work at a dispensary now!” The musician decided on where to start to divert attention from the gnarled flesh on his arm, deciding to bring up the band and his most recent job. “Other than some real crazy shit that happened a little while ago, I’ve basically been up to my same bullshit.” Laughing a bit as he said that, the man paused for a moment, his shockingly bright blue hair obscuring his view.

“Aaah, I’m off today if you wanna catch up.” It took a moment for him to think of that, but he let Roza know of the open schedule if she wanted to hang out today. Isaac really didn’t do much— outside of streaming, work, shows, and... well, any essential shopping trips, Isaac really didn’t get out that much, especially after what had happened.

@tellmeitsadream

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It was needed; Isaac had just gotten out of the most dangerous situation in his life about three months ago, and he was taking things slow to reacquaint himself with independent living. The savant’s brain was always buzzing, be it with tasty riff ideas, eays to improve the stream, and mentally conversing with himself (so a few doctors told his mother when he was younger), and today was no different. As he walked down to the mailroom, he smiled as he saw his package— the musician was always needing picks for his guitars.... and always needing a few upgrades to the setup for streaming.

“...oh damn, that’s crazy Tony!” Isaac said that as he laughed, “we gotta hang a bit and go from there, these tracks won’t record themself!” The brief exchange ended, and Isaac returned up the steps from which he came. As he walked down the hall on his floor, he noticed someone... familiar. No, couldn’t be. As he opened his door, he decided to take another glance at the woman...

“...Roza?”

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The savant knew two possibilities could be true here: his imaginary friend was an actual, for real human being, or he desperately needed to go to inpatient. Not even caring about the lack of coverage his tye-dye pink and white CHON tee provided his scar, he walked forward to his friend.

“I... I don’t even know where to start,” he began, “I... hi.” Isaac tried to come up with something, but he felt that worked. Smiling warmly, he stood there in the hallway. The musician was the only one in the band that was off from work today, and the only thing on his plate today was the stream. “Last I hers from you was... my best guess is at least two or four years ago, so how have you been?” Deciding to start the conversation, he asked Roza that, his mind still beginning to wrap around the new revelation in his life. Devin definitely wasn’t going to believe this.

@tellmeitsadream

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It was needed; Isaac had just gotten out of the most dangerous situation in his life about three months ago, and he was taking things slow to reacquaint himself with independent living. The savant’s brain was always buzzing, be it with tasty riff ideas, eays to improve the stream, and mentally conversing with himself (so a few doctors told his mother when he was younger), and today was no different. As he walked down to the mailroom, he smiled as he saw his package— the musician was always needing picks for his guitars.... and always needing a few upgrades to the setup for streaming.

“...oh damn, that’s crazy Tony!” Isaac said that as he laughed, “we gotta hang a bit and go from there, these tracks won’t record themself!” The brief exchange ended, and Isaac returned up the steps from which he came. As he walked down the hall on his floor, he noticed someone... familiar. No, couldn’t be. As he opened his door, he decided to take another glance at the woman...

“...Roza?”

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@tellmeitsadream

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It was needed; Isaac had just gotten out of the most dangerous situation in his life about three months ago, and he was taking things slow to reacquaint himself with independent living. The savant’s brain was always buzzing, be it with tasty riff ideas, eays to improve the stream, and mentally conversing with himself (so a few doctors told his mother when he was younger), and today was no different. As he walked down to the mailroom, he smiled as he saw his package— the musician was always needing picks for his guitars.... and always needing a few upgrades to the setup for streaming.

“...oh damn, that’s crazy Tony!” Isaac said that as he laughed, “we gotta hang a bit and go from there, these tracks won’t record themself!” The brief exchange ended, and Isaac returned up the steps from which he came. As he walked down the hall on his floor, he noticed someone... familiar. No, couldn’t be. As he opened his door, he decided to take another glance at the woman...

“...Roza?”

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so I’d love to have a thread for my bby isaac where like... your muse has the same (or similar) diagnosis and they’re just as inquisitive as he is but (oops) they have similar qualms about getting into a relationship again and there’s ANGST but OH FUCKING HELL YOU’RE SO NICE AND COOL AND H O W

pls

like this post or dm me on here! I prefer discord due to organization but i can write on here too!

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He listened intently— how Arabella weaved words intrigued him. The musician snickered when she compared the unclean vocals of metal to her job.

“Felt that— I work at a dispensary as well... everything,” he began with a short laugh, “I’m primarily a wellness advisor, but I log sales, get what we order and break it down, make orders, run the Facebook page... and if I’m lucky, enough time to smoke a j’ on break—“

The man immediately saw how that could go wrong.

“—that was a joke by the way, if that didn’t register, my bad— I mean I smoke because holy shit does it work wonders for me, but I don’t have it in me to be baked at work and I’m still confused how people do it.” The man explained the joke and his medical benefit for the plant before pausing.

“Also, fun fact I guess; I actually have savant autism! Soo if you have anything you want fun facts on, I’m your guy.” He decided to let that be known after the display of his thought process, offering his odd trivia service to the woman.

“Oh trust me I’ve had my fair share of crazy shit— I’ve been shot before,” nonchalantly began Isaac, “apparently .22 can rupture your appendix.” Okay Isaac, you got the whole joke thing down, but cmon, dude.

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@loveisliquor

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The musician was grateful for the brief reprieve with the pandemic. Knowing that another lockdown may be at any given time, he and the other members of Electric Sand knew now was a good time to jump the gun and get a gig in. They were the last band of the night, but Isaac knew to give his all…

…but at the time being, his mind rifled through every known contigency in small talk, because Nicole absolutely insisted on taking this time to meet new people. It’s not that the man didn’t want to, it was just that in practice things get complicated.

“Sooo… how did you meet Nicole?” The savant asked that question curiously, trying to gauge the waters on where to take the conversation. He took a sip of his beer, not even realizing that the woman he was chatting with stuck out, and that intrigued him— Isaac noticed some people in the crown were wearing some of his band’s merch, and vice versa for the other acts. But she stuck out, and in a good way— it was a nice change.

“…Also, before I forget, I’m Isaac.” The guitarist extended the greeting to her, his electric blue hair sticking out as well. Hell, he even found a way to get a smile out that didn’t make him feel like he looked like a robot.

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“Oh– Nicole is… well I don’t really know her. You see my friend– pink hair–chatting away? That’s Katie. she knows Nicole. I’m just along for the ride.” She pauses– takes a breath before letting her anxiety and her natural talent of talking way too much just take over.  “I mean– take today for example– she grabs me and says let’s go to a concert–and she doesn’t say what kind of concert it is. So you know– I get dressed. Now I look like a strawberry at a funeral. And then she tells me it’s metal which is fine– but I work in customer service so it’s a bit like– if i want to get yelled at i’d just stay at work. last time i followed her down the rabbit hole i ended up one state over with no bra and no phone–” she stops speaking, her cheeks red as she finally runs out of steam. “sorry. im nervous. I uh– tend to over share when im nervous.” she clears her throat and sips her drink– convinced he won’t want to speak to her again. 

“Oh Isaac– nice to meet you. I’m Arabella.” She gives him a warm smile and extends her hand. “Um– so what do you do, Isaac?”

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@loveisliquor

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The musician was grateful for the brief reprieve with the pandemic. Knowing that another lockdown may be at any given time, he and the other members of Electric Sand knew now was a good time to jump the gun and get a gig in. They were the last band of the night, but Isaac knew to give his all...

...but at the time being, his mind rifled through every known contigency in small talk, because Nicole absolutely insisted on taking this time to meet new people. It’s not that the man didn’t want to, it was just that in practice things get complicated.

“Sooo... how did you meet Nicole?” The savant asked that question curiously, trying to gauge the waters on where to take the conversation. He took a sip of his beer, not even realizing that the woman he was chatting with stuck out, and that intrigued him— Isaac noticed some people in the crown were wearing some of his band’s merch, and vice versa for the other acts. But she stuck out, and in a good way— it was a nice change.

“...Also, before I forget, I’m Isaac.” The guitarist extended the greeting to her, his electric blue hair sticking out as well. Hell, he even found a way to get a smile out that didn’t make him feel like he looked like a robot.

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@wvtchy

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Isaac had just gotten done moving a few weeks ago, and now he has an interview? As Isaac walked to the location mentioned in his email, his mind raced; the savant never had been interviewed before, let alone about one of the things closest to him. The musician walked down the sidewalk, when he felt his phone ring. Rifling around his pocket to get a grip on it, Isaac pulled out the iPhone.

“Yeeeeelow?” Isaac said that, the odd greeting enabled by the content creator knowing it was Devin. “Yeah, I’m like five minutes out... somewhere around there. Don’t you think Eric would be the one for this?” He said that as he continued to shuffle along. “Fuck, yeah he IS watching his sister’s kid, true.... oh shit I think this is the place, I’ll let you know when I’m headed back!” He said that, waited for Devin to hang up, and went inside. As he looked around, he noticed the woman.

“Uh... Danielle, right?” He said that carefully; this interview was either going to go smoothly or be hilarious... hopefully both?

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“Hm?” The man looked at the door as he hears the knock. Putting the guitar down and opening the door, Isaac looked at the stranger.

“Oh shit,” began the musician, “totally forgot that this is an actual apartment complex. My bad; I play more mellow shit also!” His apology was genuine, with the joke added after a longer than usual beat. “I still gotta find my headphones, and I’m actually working on a lil cover contest with my band, so I’ll keep the— I’m rambling, aren’t it— yeah I’ll keep it down.” He always felt the urge to explain why he did everything, and he caught himself quick this time.

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@wonderfulchaos-x

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The man had carried… a lot? Isaac definitely lost count of how much shit he had carried up three flights of steps, but he was grateful that Eric and Devin were there to help; his bandmates helped him get out of a VERY toxic relationship, and the other two saw this as part of that process. Isaac carefully placed another moving box by his door, sitting down to take a breather. Eric smirked at him, his short, stocky build hovering over Isaac, be it for once in his life.

“You broken there, bruv?” The drummer took a sarcastic jab at the savant.

“Oh fuck off,” breathlessly snickered Isaac, “I’ve been hauling ass AND taking two steps at a time, so yeah, just a lil bit.” The metalhead finished his reply, wincing as the small amount of sweat stung at a fresh eyebrow piercing on his left eyebrow.

“Yeah, and you’re recovering from a stab wound on your right bicep, dumbass.” Devin playfully slugged Isaac’s unscathed arm him that before sitting down to rest as well. “Onna bright note,” added the man as he used his shirt to wipe away at his somewhat damp obsidian forehead before he continued, “it’s about damn time your ass got in the same apartment complex as us… you still got that one job right?” His cadence grew slow, with a touch of inquiry.

“Yeah,” began Isaac, “gonna be an online wellness advisor for the dispo till shit gets normal…ish again. I’m honestly fuckin hyped- you know Ramona, the woman’s a sweetheart—“

“And the best boss you’ve ever had,” added Eric.

“Exactly,” continued Isaac, “but yeah, she basically told me all I gotta do is use some VPN and soft phone software and I can basically use my computer! Shit’s nice,” he laughed as he got up and started to put stuff in the new apartment.

“Uhhh, yeah,” began to joke Devin as he pictured Isaac taking calls, “me and my RTX 2090 gotchu, lemme put some of that fuckin Member OG onto your cart real quick!” The bassist quipped that, making Isaac and Eric snicker and laugh. The three got to work, setting everything up for Isaac sans decorations. It was full of banter, odd tangents, and confused yelling— so basically any given band practice. This was what Isaac needed: after six and a half months of abuse from his ex, and a short stint back at his mom’s place, Isaac was back on his feet. Kind of.

After the other two bandmates left for their respective homes, Isaac sat in his chair, smiling over his streaming setup being put back together. He plugged his guitar into the interface, and began to play. Isaac has listened to ERRA since he was twelve, bumping everything from their first EP to their most recent works, and this song was one of the tracks he considered to be a magnum opus among a discography of masterpieces. He caught himself singing along (and screaming as well) to the track, and he hit those chords that gave the song its almost mystic shimmer…

“Broken by the repetition of the obsidian midnight rendition, if an optimistic glimpse showed through, I’d be more blind than the soul in you…”

Isaac was definitely caught up in practice. Granted, he sounded good, but the concept of neighbors definitely got past him this time.

Adriana was excited to be living on her own. In her first few semesters of college, she lived in the dorms, wanting to experience the quintessential college live that she saw in tv shows and movies. Then, she moved in and had roommates and her thoughts and opinions on the “college experience” quickly changed.

Her first roommate and her clashed personality wise so there was never any chance of them getting along or making the experience better for either of them. Her second one was one of the most inconsiderate people that Adriana had ever met and would do several things to get underneath her skin. It started with eating Adriana’s food without her permission or taking clothes out of her closet, but then it turned into bringing random strangers back to their room at all hours, and having sex on her bed. That was what made their now normal arguments turn physical and Adriana got in trouble for breaking the girls’ nose, although most of her floormates understood the scenario.

By the time it was time for Adriana to have a third roommate, she was traumatized and couldn’t handle the thought of it anymore. So after a long conversation with her parents (because they were the ones paying for room and board for her; her scholarships only went so far), and a few weeks search before the new semester started, she found a apartment complex that a few of her other classmates lived in and quickly moved in.

About two weeks later, she was settled and enjoying the freedom of being on her own and not having to share her space. She had made plans with one of her friends to go pick up some takeout and come back to her place to watch a movie and she was waiting for them to show up until out of nowhere, music started blaring through the walls. Adriana was confused because from what she knew, the apartment next to her was empty, but that was until she remembered her friend telling her that someone new was moving into the complex. It was just her luck that they moved in next door to her.

At first, she tried to not think too much of it. She was actually enjoying the performance if she was being honest but then she looked at the clock and saw the time and that brought her back to reality. And five minutes later, Adriana was out in the hallway, knocking hard on the door to make sure that she was heard. And while she waited, she was silently praying that this conversation, where all she wanted was to ask that the volume be turned down, went smoothly. Because the last thing Adriana wanted was to have issues with her neighbor, especially with what was going on in the world and the fact that they were probably going to be spending a lot of time in their homes.

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@wonderfulchaos-x

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The man had carried... a lot? Isaac definitely lost count of how much shit he had carried up three flights of steps, but he was grateful that Eric and Devin were there to help; his bandmates helped him get out of a VERY toxic relationship, and the other two saw this as part of that process. Isaac carefully placed another moving box by his door, sitting down to take a breather. Eric smirked at him, his short, stocky build hovering over Isaac, be it for once in his life.

“You broken there, bruv?” The drummer took a sarcastic jab at the savant.

“Oh fuck off,” breathlessly snickered Isaac, “I’ve been hauling ass AND taking two steps at a time, so yeah, just a lil bit.” The metalhead finished his reply, wincing as the small amount of sweat stung at a fresh eyebrow piercing on his left eyebrow.

“Yeah, and you’re recovering from a stab wound on your right bicep, dumbass.” Devin playfully slugged Isaac’s unscathed arm him that before sitting down to rest as well. “Onna bright note,” added the man as he used his shirt to wipe away at his somewhat damp obsidian forehead before he continued, “it’s about damn time your ass got in the same apartment complex as us... you still got that one job right?” His cadence grew slow, with a touch of inquiry.

“Yeah,” began Isaac, “gonna be an online wellness advisor for the dispo till shit gets normal...ish again. I’m honestly fuckin hyped- you know Ramona, the woman’s a sweetheart—“

“And the best boss you’ve ever had,” added Eric.

“Exactly,” continued Isaac, “but yeah, she basically told me all I gotta do is use some VPN and soft phone software and I can basically use my computer! Shit’s nice,” he laughed as he got up and started to put stuff in the new apartment.

“Uhhh, yeah,” began to joke Devin as he pictured Isaac taking calls, “me and my RTX 2090 gotchu, lemme put some of that fuckin Member OG onto your cart real quick!” The bassist quipped that, making Isaac and Eric snicker and laugh. The three got to work, setting everything up for Isaac sans decorations. It was full of banter, odd tangents, and confused yelling— so basically any given band practice. This was what Isaac needed: after six and a half months of abuse from his ex, and a short stint back at his mom’s place, Isaac was back on his feet. Kind of.

After the other two bandmates left for their respective homes, Isaac sat in his chair, smiling over his streaming setup being put back together. He plugged his guitar into the interface, and began to play. Isaac has listened to ERRA since he was twelve, bumping everything from their first EP to their most recent works, and this song was one of the tracks he considered to be a magnum opus among a discography of masterpieces. He caught himself singing along (and screaming as well) to the track, and he hit those chords that gave the song its almost mystic shimmer...

“Broken by the repetition of the obsidian midnight rendition, if an optimistic glimpse showed through, I'd be more blind than the soul in you...”

Isaac was definitely caught up in practice. Granted, he sounded good, but the concept of neighbors definitely got past him this time.

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@redheadilemma

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He didn’t know how he let Devin convince him to go to a college party on the first weekend before class, but Isaac was gonna try to have fun. He wandered about, shooting the shit with some people here and there, but just small talk. No more, no less. When suddenly...

“To the kid in the ERRA shirt, I fuck with you!” That voice caught Isaac’s attention, and his baby blue eyes noticed two things: the said voice making the ‘come here’ motion, and crimson hair on someone next to him. Isaac wallked over to what clicked as a smoke circle. As the blunt passed, he looked to his right... and noticed that the crimsion red hair was on a woman’s head.

Boy oh boy, was college gonna be fun...

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so i have this cute au for my sweet summer child Isaac

gimme a college au where Isaac is still quite the awkward soul and he meets the definition of modern day nerd/hippie and she just lifts him up and makes him the hippie he is today plEASE

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“Oh sick,” replied Isaac with a small sigh of relief, “mind if I follow?” He asked the woman carefully. Isaac was beyond excited to be here— but with such a sizable campus, he had to learn the layout and fast.

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Move-in day. The idea of Isaac even thinking about going to college was unheard of, but with an IQ of 129 (and a full ride to the University of Colorado), the boy knew that he could *easily* get a degree in Visual Arts. As his weary body finished getting everything into his single dorm put in place, he sat down and smiled; Colorado sure was beautiful, especially this time of year.

After a brief moment, he decided to head to the student union. After masking up, Isaac began his trek to the location in mind.

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Isaac easily scouted out the union building, bought a drink, and headed back...

Annnnd he was lost. Fuck.

“Greeaaaat.” Isaac laughed a bit as he said that, and noticed someone wandering about, map in hand. He decided to approach the woman.

“Hey, do you know where the freshman dorms are?” Isaac asked her that curiously, a welcoming tone in his message.

@youraveragemage

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Move-in day. The idea of Isaac even thinking about going to college was unheard of, but with an IQ of 129 (and a full ride to the University of Colorado), the boy knew that he could *easily* get a degree in Visual Arts. As his weary body finished getting everything into his single dorm put in place, he sat down and smiled; Colorado sure was beautiful, especially this time of year.

After a brief moment, he decided to head to the student union. After masking up, Isaac began his trek to the location in mind.