Room 415- Sunday afternoon

[stacyexperiment]

True to what she'd said on radio, Gwen had spent her free time after the ceremony packing up her room. It wasn't like she had a ton of stuff, and most of what she had she was either tossing or putting in a box outside the room for people to take. You know, just in case they wanted things they could easily buy at Hot Topic. She hadn't really wanted to come back after Peter died last summer, and it wasn't like it'd been a super fun time here since she'd been back, so she'd probably have left pretty quick even if there hadn't been aliens at graduation following her weekend of being stabbed by a terrifying murder alien and transforming into one.

But really, those last two things had been what finalized that decision.

So she was getting the last of her stuff together, ready to take some things down to be shipped back home with Aunt May's help, and feeling slightly bad that she'd made the decision too fast to paint the room back to normal. Sorry, Cassandra.


[Gwen's last post in Fandom! Open if you want to talk to her, or you want to take something moddable from the box outside the room.]

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[stacyexperiment]

"Yeeep, it's time. If it wasn't for graduation I would've left after getting impregnated with an alien chest-burster," she said, closing up a bag.

She wasn't exactly truthful there.

[seeks_truth]

There was a moth side-eyeing them from Cassandra's night stand after that statement, but its eyes were so small, Cass didn't even notice. (But then she didn't even realize the moth was actually a person.) "I see," she said. "I... can understand as much. Are you all right?"

She supposed she should have asked that earlier.

[stacyexperiment]

"Better now that I'm getting out," she admitted. "Last week meant reliving the actual worst thing that's happened to me, and it's better to get out if I'm going to spend however long wondering if being in space means it's going to happen again, right?"

[seeks_truth]

"You have had something like it happen to you before?" Cassandra said, frowning. "I did not realize these things-- well, I suppose that is foolish of me."

[stacyexperiment]

"It was before I got here, it sucked, I'm not a big fan of sharing it," Gwen told her. "Kinda felt like it should be something like getting struck by lightning, where once you've done it, you're in the clear."

[seeks_truth]

"Unfortunately, danger rarely works that way," Cassandra said wryly. "But I am sorry you've had to suffer a repeat of it. I hope you won't remember us entirely without fondness."

She was not a particularly huge fan of the island's magic, either, but dealing with that sort of thing was kind of her job.

[stacyexperiment]

"Nah, most of it was fine. And the people are pretty cool," Gwen assured her. "You definitely didn't suck as a roommate."

[seeks_truth]

"And neither did you," Cassandra said, bowing her head. "...Suck, I mean. As a roommate."

'Suck' was such a strange expression.

"I wish you well in whatever comes next."

She supposed she'd have to deal with the paint on the walls at some point.

[stacyexperiment]

"Thanks. And I'll be in touch and stuff. You can always call or email if anything good happens. Or if you get any good book recs or whatever," she smiled.

[seeks_truth]

"I am still attempting to learn how to use the electronic mail," Cassandra said wryly. "But I will do my best. Do let me know when you have settled in at home?"

[stacyexperiment]

"Will do. Maybe I'll send you an electronic mail about it to sharpen up your skills," Gwen grinned.

[seeks_truth]

"I have a phone," Cassandra said. She held it up. "I promise you, I can at least open them."

[stacyexperiment]

"It's the reply part we need to focus on," she said. "Don't worry, we'll get you there."