Room 513 of Different International Relations; Late, late Friday Afternoon [ 06/05 ].

[stocksgrrl]

The whole thing with Joan about Marco in class earlier had almost made Turtle forget about this, but as soon as she remembered, she was almost astounded that she had let it slip her mind that she had a ticket for a Portal to England for the weekend and, suddenly, it seemed that that portal couldn't come soon enough. She rushed back to her room, throwing some things together in a suitcase for the weekend, getting together some files for show (it was a Business Trip, after all, ahem), and then putting on the shortest skirt she owned. She put in a quick call to Valentine to let her know about the...sudden circumstances that would leave her unavailable to assist with radio hosting duties, fixed her skirt, and then bounced a little from foot to foot as she tried to make sure she wasn't forgetting anything. Her face was pink the whole time she got ready; she couldn't believe she was actually going to do this, but even noticing how ridiculous it was would not, it would seem, change her mind.

Or the persistent aching of her loins.

[[ definitely open if you want to catch her before her...erm...business trip ]]