Room 418, Tuesday Evening

[notajar]

Funny how what had seemed like more than a year's accumulation of stuff when Door moved into and out of the cabins isn't taking very long to pack tonight, even with Chimney fluttering about making questionably helpful suggestions in Pigeon.

Then again, it's not that she doesn't have a boatload of books and clothing and random recipes for pie. It's just that most of it isn't going into the couple of bags she can safely carry with her, since she can't just take it all home. Home isn't safe.

But... even though she's sorting slowly, taking more time to decide whether something goes or stays than she probably needs to, Door can't help breaking into a smile every so often. Home isn't safe, but after last night, for the first time since she came here a year ago, there's a chance that home is... home.

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[OOC: Open for anyone who wants to say goodbye; if you think she'd have left a handwavy call or e-mail to let you know she's leaving, then she did. Door's heading home for good tonight, though there's likely to be a few pigeon-mails back to Fandom and possibly a further adventure or two, so feel free to keep her journal friended if you like.]

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[notajar]

Door smiles and leans out the open doorway. "That's very pretty." It is, once you get past the oddness of a song being barked and howled in dog-language with the voice of a frog.

[robinthefrog.livejournal.com]

"Oh! Hi door! Thanks! How are you?"

[notajar]

"I'm..." It takes a moment of wondering, before the answer to her self-inventory is a small, pleasantly-surprised laugh. "I'm good, I think. I'm going home."

[robinthefrog.livejournal.com]

"Oh you are? For how long?" Something was tickling at his brain.

[notajar]

"For....I don't know." She does, though, she's pretty sure. "For good, maybe. I've been hiding out here from people who wanted to hurt me--" If you can call them that. "But I've got a reason to go back now."

[robinthefrog.livejournal.com]

"Oh." Robin sounded a little sad. He wished he'd gotten more opportunities to hang out with her. "Oh! That reminds me! I'll be right back."

He scampered off as fast as his little froggie legs could carry him (which is faster than one might think) and returned with a yellow t-shirt with a picture of a cabin, and the words "Mighty Minotaurs" on it in green.

"I asked my Uncle Kermit to make these shirts for all of us, but then the move to the cabins was canceled and so I never got a chance to hand them out."

[notajar]

Door unfolds it, then laughs delightedly. "It's wonderful, thank you. If anyone asks where I've been all year, I can tell them it's a secret hideaway in a labyrinth, guarded by fearsome beasts."

[robinthefrog.livejournal.com]

"And that's kind of the truth, depending on how you look at it." Robin beamed. "I wish I'd gotten to hang out with you more."

[notajar]

Door nods. "I liked living in the cabin. It's a shame we couldn't go back."

[robinthefrog.livejournal.com]

"And now you've got a keepsake for it." Robin bounced.

[notajar]

"I'll definitely take it with me!" Door rolls it up to put into one of her packs.