Room 340, Sunday afternoon
Buffy had woken up early, making sure anything that she hadn't already sent back home (and she'd accumulated a lot of stuff, mostly shoes) was packed and ready to go.
It totally wasn't, and so Buffy was still scrambling around a bit, checking the time to make sure she didn't miss her portal even as she was throwing things almost at random into her bags. There were occasional mumbles of "I wonder if Jess wants this," or "Stupid Portalocity, can't schedule me when I want to go, huh?" and, upon looking at the several bags, "I need to learn levitation."
But for all the mumbling, she was getting to go home. There was no bad here.
[Buffy's last post in Fandom! Open door if anyone wants to say bye, with a SP warning as I head out for a couple hours of birthdayness.]
It totally wasn't, and so Buffy was still scrambling around a bit, checking the time to make sure she didn't miss her portal even as she was throwing things almost at random into her bags. There were occasional mumbles of "I wonder if Jess wants this," or "Stupid Portalocity, can't schedule me when I want to go, huh?" and, upon looking at the several bags, "I need to learn levitation."
But for all the mumbling, she was getting to go home. There was no bad here.
[Buffy's last post in Fandom! Open door if anyone wants to say bye, with a SP warning as I head out for a couple hours of birthdayness.]