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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[socksofcool.livejournal.com]

Seely reached out to hug her. "Guess that means you won't be taking as many pictures then."

[notajar]

Not that part of this morning had been spent madly printing and stuffing them into a book or anything. "Or I'll have to find new victims and send you copies," she murmurs, hugging back.

[socksofcool.livejournal.com]

Seely grinned. "Maybe I was wrong about who needed protection from who."

[notajar]

"If nothing else, I can throw the camera as a last-ditch defensive move!

[socksofcool.livejournal.com]

"Blind them with the flash."

[notajar]

"Or with pictures from your naked mutiny. ....Not that I took any such pictures."

[socksofcool.livejournal.com]

"You didn't right?"

[notajar]

"...Maybe."

[socksofcool.livejournal.com]

"...eep."

[notajar]

"...Maybe not."

[socksofcool.livejournal.com]

Seely relaxed.

Silly boy.

[notajar]

"I'll let you know if it works."

[socksofcool.livejournal.com]

"Just remember to tell them they can look but no touching."

[notajar]

"Well, no, or they'd get fingerprints all over the pictures." And be within touching distance of her which she wouldn't be letting happen, kthx, but that's beside the point.

[socksofcool.livejournal.com]

"Plus Aravis would cut them for even thinking about it."

[notajar]

It's on the tip of her tongue to tease that perhaps she should take Aravis and the pictures along together, best weapon ever, but no, for that way lies the subject of anyone coming with her, and there are more reasons that's a bad idea than she has hours before she needs to go.

"There is that; I'll be sure to warn people before I blind them."

[socksofcool.livejournal.com]

"I don't look that bad!"

[notajar]

"They might be blinded by ... feelings of inadequacy?"

[socksofcool.livejournal.com]

"Really?"

[notajar]

"It's possible," she says kindly, or possibly while smothering a giggle.

[socksofcool.livejournal.com]

Seely eyed her suspiciously. "Are you making fun of me?"

[notajar]

"Would I do that?"

[socksofcool.livejournal.com]

"Because you're evil?"

[notajar]

"I'm not! ...well, maybe a little."

[socksofcool.livejournal.com]

"Very when you've got a camera."