Jack Priest (
bitten_notshy) wrote2011-12-16 09:33 am
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Student Housing, London, Friday Morning
The portals were booked: Jack and Sebastien were scheduled to go to 1901 Boston early the next day. Kevin had been informed he'd need a new flatmate for the spring, and the university had been told Jack was taking a leave of absence. (Neither, it must be said, seemed exactly broken up to see him go.) Jack had made excuses to his London friends, something about a sick relative that was deliberately dull enough to discourage further questioning.
All that was left were the calls to people from Fandom.
Sebastien, being a wise man, had taken himself elsewhere to handle some paperwork, so Jack had privacy as he started dialing.
It was possible he was calling in ascending order of difficulty.
[OOC: NFB due to distance, but open for calls and the like.]
All that was left were the calls to people from Fandom.
Sebastien, being a wise man, had taken himself elsewhere to handle some paperwork, so Jack had privacy as he started dialing.
It was possible he was calling in ascending order of difficulty.
[OOC: NFB due to distance, but open for calls and the like.]
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He wouldn't have minded missing it, come to that.
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Jack ran a hand over the scruff of his neck as he contemplated how to phrase the rest of what he had to say. "Anyhow, er, there's a war starting, and I'd have a hard time sitting it out a hundred and ten years away. I'm going to go back and see if I can do any good."
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Even winning sides in wars lost people. But that was beside the point.
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She hadn't protested Luke going off to his, but this was different.
"Come on, Jack."
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Never mind that wasn't precisely up to him.
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Not that that was really up to her, either.
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She was such a fountain of positivity.
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he was sorry he was worrying people. Not at all sorry for what he was doing.
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Just maybe getting killed.
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