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 half-smiled into the phone. "The longer I keep talking to you, the more doubts I have."
And yet he didn't hang up.
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"I'll be in touch," he said. "Hopefully not in ways that will make you cross."
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"I plan to hold you to that, Mr. Priest," she replied instead. "Do try not to do anything too hideously reckless."
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One to be considered later.
"I will, and let me know if the world almost ends again," Jack added. "Farewell."