3rd, 2nd and 1st floor and outside, Thursday Noon
Laden with a duffle bag and a backpack, Angela felt like she was moving everything she owned as she prepared to head to the airport. Or, more accurately, she was carrying half of what she owned and making Marty carry the other half.
Not quite idly, she wondered if she should add a sweater. Or another pair of pajamas. And maybe she should have bought a third swimsuit.
Of course, she wasn't obsessing over packing because she didn't want to think about how much she would miss everyone at school. Nope. Not at all.
The thought made her sigh, so she crammed one more book into her duffle and surveyed the current pile of luggage, then began to idly pace the lobby, waiting for the rickshaw cab.
[OOC: Say bye to Angela and Marty here, if you wish. I'm around until 11 EST and then back about 2:30. Also, consider phone messages telling their friends when they were leaving handwaved into existence.]
Not quite idly, she wondered if she should add a sweater. Or another pair of pajamas. And maybe she should have bought a third swimsuit.
Of course, she wasn't obsessing over packing because she didn't want to think about how much she would miss everyone at school. Nope. Not at all.
The thought made her sigh, so she crammed one more book into her duffle and surveyed the current pile of luggage, then began to idly pace the lobby, waiting for the rickshaw cab.
[OOC: Say bye to Angela and Marty here, if you wish. I'm around until 11 EST and then back about 2:30. Also, consider phone messages telling their friends when they were leaving handwaved into existence.]