Room 229, Thursday Afternoon

[arsenicmauls]

"I know that your bureaucratic worldview can barely accept the notion of extenuating circumstances, but I'm telling you that's what I have," Gert snapped, switching her phone to her other ear. "The idea of a no-portal list is stupid, first of all, especially when I'm already outside of my home, and secondly, I'm almost seventeen, which is legally

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[justbeingbay]

"So is who, what?" Bay inquired from the doorway. "Or am I supposed to act like I don't eavesdrop?"

She'd just wanted to pay Gert a visit and let her know she was all girl-shaped and everything again, but she couldn't resist a straight line.

[arsenicmauls]

"The bureaucratic assheads at Portalocity are not 'understanding the situation we're faced with,'" Gert said, assuming a very poor version of a customer service voice. "They still won't let me book a trip home."

"Hi, by the way. Long time no see."

[justbeingbay]

"Haven't exactly been myself," Bay said, shrugging, before shifting into indignation on Gert's behalf. "And what, still? It's like they want you to try hitchhiking there."

[arsenicmauls]

"I'd probably give it a shot if I weren't half-convinced I'd wind up stranded on a freight spaceship listening to meta for Vogon poetry," Gert quipped with a sullen huff.

"Yeah, that Dom guy showing up was weird. Our fake kid was cute, though. Do you remember everything?"