Student Housing, London, Friday Morning

[bitten_notshy]

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.]

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[bitten_notshy]

"I'm going to say no on that one," Jack said. "A bracelet with a few charms in it isn't much of a crime, but the kind of magic it would take to get a phone to work seems like it might draw more attention than it's worth. I can send telegrams, anyhow -- or could when I was in school."

[not_in_the_book]

"Ah, yeah, I can see the problem there," Ronan agreed. Although he was also running his mind across ways he could work an SOS beacon into the bracelet.

He didn't want Jack out there without a quick way to get ahold of someone who could help in an emergency.

"When are you planning to head out?"

[bitten_notshy]

"First thing tomorrow morning," Jack said apologetically. "Does that leave you enough time to do much of anything?"

[not_in_the_book]

Ronan considered a moment. "I-- might be able to get it done. If not, is the mail-drop you mentioned secure enough for it? I can package it so that it's not suspiciously contemporary."

[bitten_notshy]

"It should be. It's through some old friends," Jack nodded. (Very old, considering they were Sebastien's friends.) "It may take a few days for me to get something from there, but no more."

[not_in_the_book]

"And if you need anything I'm getting you within the next week," Ronan suggested, "things are... probably worse than we're expecting."