Room 317, 7/14, Early, Early Friday Evening [Before Anything Plotty]
Tempe dragged her suitcase out from under her bed. Her grandfather's friend Enid had called her to say that Grandpa, who had been getting better, had taken a turn for the worse again.
Realizing that this might be her last chance to see him, Tempe had *handwavily* arranged a flight back to Illinois. She would be leaving later this evening.
Unzipping the suitcase and setting it on her bed, she started throwing nicely folding clothes and placing them into the suitcase.
She'd be gone for a few weeks, at least.
[OOC: Open for interaction. Come and say goodbye, as she'll be gone for a few weeks.]
Realizing that this might be her last chance to see him, Tempe had *handwavily* arranged a flight back to Illinois. She would be leaving later this evening.
Unzipping the suitcase and setting it on her bed, she started throwing nicely folding clothes and placing them into the suitcase.
She'd be gone for a few weeks, at least.
[OOC: Open for interaction. Come and say goodbye, as she'll be gone for a few weeks.]