Eve had stuck around about as long as she could, but there was no putting it off any longer. It was time to grab the last few remaining bags and boxes and head across to take her portal. She stood in the middle of the room, hands on hips as she looked around for the thousandth time to make sure she hadn't lost anything or forgotten to pack anything ( Read more... )

Eve would be leaving in the morning, which explained the complete absence of most of the contents of her side of the room. She'd shipped most of it ahead to her apartment in New York, so there were only a couple boxes and bags left. She didn't want to go. At all. She didn't want to leave her daughter behind, even if it wasn't abandoning her ( Read more... )

Eve had stayed calm while she was in Savannah's room, but as soon as she left she fell apart. She headed back to her room and promptly began throwing things around. Nothing breakable, just anything else. Lots of books and shoes ( Read more... )

Eve was alone in the room. Gwynn modded with permission, laa! had elected to give Eve some alone time to focus on packing and other thinky things. Really Eve was just sure Gwynn was off plotting some way to kidnap her and keep her for another year. But either way, there was privacy for thinky things ( Read more... )

Prom had been pretty damn cool, much like last year. So, much like last year, Eve had returned at an ungodly hour and passed out in bed. (The roomie had done much the same.)

However, she'd kind of forgotten one little thing about prom.

At Fandom, prom meant small ones.

[For Gwynn, their assorted weetinies, oh, and Adam]

Eve was busy bustling around the room getting ready for the dance, which meant that the room looked like a small tornado had hit ( Read more... )

Eve had heard the radio broadcast the night before and she was torn between checking on loved ones and getting research on. On the one hand, loved ones were vastly more important. On the other, she wanted to do something.

She settled for leaving handwavy messages for Adam, Johnny, and Savannah and sitting down with her laptop.

[Open like an open ( Read more... )

Rachel woke with a distinctly disgruntled "Mrf."

Her first thought was School sucks. Damn getting up.

Her second was, Wait, it's Saturday.

Her third was, Where the hell am I?

This was not her school. Hell, she didn't even go to a boarding school ( Read more... )

Eve was in a better mood than she had been the past couple of days, but not by much ( Read more... )

Eve was grateful to Johnny for doing so much to help Savannah, but it left her at a loss as to what to do. And so, rather than emo about it -- well, much, anyway; as a mother, she had a right to a little bit of angsty emo -- she'd tucked herself away in her room with her grimoires, assorted other texts she had around, and was looking for memory- ( Read more... )