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 could deal with a Frenchman, though more people would see it if they made it with a superstar," Jack said thoughtfully. "And now I have to come back and make sure it gets made."

[chosehumanity]

"Yeah," Mitchell said, after a brief pause - look, there was that relevance. "You'd better."

[bitten_notshy]

"I can't stay in that time no matter who wins what war," Jack said. "I've gotten too used to this one. There are people and telephones and -- things. So I will."

[chosehumanity]

"Then I'll leave you to the next one in line to tell you how stupid this is," Mitchell supplied. "Don't get killed."

[bitten_notshy]

"I haven't yet," Jack said. "Bye."

And then he was gone.