Room 501, Monday night

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Cecil packed up his stuff...well, more or less neatly. Sort of. He didn't anticipate being gone long, but just in case, he didn't want to leave a mess. He'd e-mailed all his friends to let them know, and now just had this last thing to do. There were so far a small pile of things to take home, and a larger pile of things to leave for now. Foucault

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[tigerundercover]

"So you're headed home, huh?" Raven didn't bother knocking, no. "Leaving us all alone without anyone to broadcast the weather report or remind us that mountains might not be real."

[voiceoverdue]

"Not for long!" Cecil protested. "I hope." He sighed. "But I'll call you to warn you mountains still aren't real!" he added with a small grin.

[tigerundercover]

"Well, so long as you're not going to abandon me completely." Raven grinned. "You excited to see Carlos?"

[voiceoverdue]

"Definitely." Cecil's grin turned a little dopey-but-worried (it was a talent) for a second before he shook himself. "Should I send Hiram McDaniels your regards?"