Room 417, Wednesday all day

[fates_jaye]

Most of Jaye's stuff has been sent back already, but after packing up what she had in all four alcoves of Pixie D (and a goodbye to Aeryn over the alcove walls that was along the lines of "Good riddance!" "Die in a fire!"), it's time to head back to the dorms for the rest, most of which are somehow still stuffed animals. Which might be a sign she has too damn many of them.

At least they're not talking to her. It's hard to pack when you're threatening inanimate objects.

[Goodbye post, woe!!]

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Re: Evening

[whitedeathpod.livejournal.com]

"Oh, damn them and their wanting to say goodbye to you," John said. "Curses to them all!"

Re: Evening

[fates_jaye]

"God, I know. So inconvenient. Tsk."

Re: Evening

[whitedeathpod.livejournal.com]

"Gimme a hug before you go," John said. "And take care of yourself."

Re: Evening

[fates_jaye]

"Don't tell me what to do," she says, but she supposes she can give him a hug.

Re: Evening

[whitedeathpod.livejournal.com]

He hugged her tightly, patting her back in a very manly fashion. "Please take care of yourself, dork."

Re: Evening

[fates_jaye]

"You too, you spaz," she says, hugging him back a little.

Re: Evening

[whitedeathpod.livejournal.com]

John hugged her for just a little bit longer and then stepped back. "See ya, Jaye."

Re: Evening

[fates_jaye]

"Later, Not-Crunch."