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Room 406, all day

It hadn't been a bad last week in Fandom. Between being social, seals, presents, and reality TV, it was certainly memorable. Even if the good-byes weren't so much fun.

There wasn't much left to pack. But Isabel was taking her time doing it.

The door was open.

[OOC: Good-bye post. *sniffles* Assume handwavey phone calls. ETA: Random bouts of SP for the rest of the afternoon due to RL.]

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Actually Isabel was probably enjoying it more; Jen kept telling herself she shouldn't be thinking that way. (The concise version of her thoughts, should they be put into words, was pretty much "OMGwrongwrongsowrong.")

"Okay, okay!" she finally said. "I'll come visit!"

"Excellent," Isabel grinned, her mission accomplished. "You'll have fun, I promise."

"So what's that?" she asked, finally noticing the card Jen carried.

"Oh, this?" Jen pressed down on one corner of the card, a button so well-concealed it was nearly invisible, and a small three-dimensional holographic image of herself came up -- waving, and actually smiling a little.

"I had no idea what else to get you," she admitted, "but they do say a picture is worth a thousand words, so . . ."

"You didn't have to get me anything," she said. "But that is really neat. Thank you."

"Had to get something," Jen protested. "I would've had a nasty first few weeks here if you hadn't warned me about the mutant thing."

"I'm just glad I was able to help," Isabel replied. "However unknowingly."

"I wish I could have done more."

"Don't worry about it," Jen said, waving a hand. "I'll manage."

"Well if you need to vent, call me. And the door's always open for you," she promised.

Jen seemed genuinely surprised by the offer. "Thanks," she said after a few moments. "I might take you up on that."

Isabel noticed the surprise. "I mean. I like you and I wish I'd had more of a chance to get to know you. Unfortunately this Spring was kind of one crisis after another and it made me hibernate a bit."

"One crisis after another? I know that feeling," Jen commiserated. It had, after all, been pretty much the defining trait of her year in Silver Hills. "It's okay. It's not like you're going a thousand years away or anything, right?"

The joke was punctuated by a laugh, but it was a fragile attempt.

"Somehow, I think you do," she nodded. "And no, I'll just be a dimension or two over." At least for the moment. Who knows what the future would bring. "And I have a Bridge phone. So you'll always be able to contact me."

This whole 'having friends' thing was still a pretty new concept to Jen. Okay, not new necessarily, but it had been so long since she'd really had the leisure time to have friends outside of the daily grind of duty and, you know, mortal danger that she still wasn't quite sure what to do with the handful she'd made in Fandom.

Which was probably why what she said was "If I have to, yeah, I will."

"Because it's such a hardship," Isabel teased gently. "Picking up the phone.

"I'm from the year 3000," Jen replied with a completely straight face. "Picking up the phone is like the barefoot in the snow uphill both ways way to communicate."

"Let me guess, you communicate with the power of your mind?" she asked with a grin.

"Uh huh," Jen said, tapping her Chronomorpher and still totally deadpan. "It's like how all I have to do to go to work is imagine it and I'm there without even leaving the house."

Isabel snickered. "I hope you change out of your robe and slippers before you do that."

Jen snorted, and now she cracked a smile. "Do I look like a robe and slippers girl to you?"

"Nah," she said after a moment's consideration. "Probably flannel pants and a sweatshirt."

"Even that sounds luxurious," Jen remarked. "Considering I spent a year with only four changes of clothes ~~WTF wardrobe department~~. More like sweatpants and a tank top, though."

"Seriously?" Isabel asked, appalled. "Now I know what to get you for Christmas."

Jen shrugged. "Doing odd jobs didn't cover much more than getting us fed, you know? It's okay. I can afford clothes now. Even the Pizza Planet paycheck goes a lot further when it's not supporting five people."

"True enough," she nodded. "But I'll still find you something nice."

"You don't have to, honestly," Jen began to protest, but smiled. "But thanks."

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