Room 222, Friday Afternoon

[everyonestype]

This was it. All of Jackson's things were packed, and some had already been picked up and sent off by people he'd paid to do so. He could have lugged all his stuff to the causeway himself, but why do that? There was no good reason, so, he wasn't doing that. He had a suitcase and another bag left. He could carry those

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[haslayers]

Cordelia had also gotten everything packed up and sent off, and she figured she should make the rounds before she had to go off to the causeway.

"I'd say this whole 'leaving school' thing is depressing, but... eh."

[everyonestype]

"Not when it's this school," Jackson filled in dryly as he turned around. Even nodded at her. Because he could be polite, sparingly. "You can get away with calling it simple self-preservation."

[haslayers]

"Imagine life without anything trying to kill you for a day," she said wistfully. "Where you can go entire weeks at a time without turning seven..."

[everyonestype]

"I'd actually rather just experience it." Which was what he was planning to do, too. "I think two years of imagining it is enough."