you can call me great one

Jaina was liking June less and less the longer it went on, because that meant it was ending soon. And whenever there was something she didn't want to deal with, she simply didn't, and buried herself in work instead.

There was less work at the moment than there was going through messages, though. It might ctually be time for a visit soon. By the time she got to the one from her parents, she realized she was missing certain people too much not to.


[*CLINGS TO GAME* I am back! Door is cracked open, post is open, and SP warning as I finish up work.]

Jaina had decided that even on a break week, there simply wasn't enough time. She'd gotten up early today, started going through her messages and reports that had been sent overnight, and really wasn't happy with how long she'd been doing this when she finally looked at her chronometer. She sighed and put the datapad down for now, mainly because she was going to get eyestrain soon if she kept looking at it.

Ordinarily she would have just gone home till classes started up again, taken care of things, checked up on her squadron, maybe run a campaign or two while she was actually in the vicinity of the war. But if this was John's last week here, she really didn't want to do that now. Though she still wasn't sure how to tell him she was planning to go next week instead, as "I'm going back to where everything bad happens as soon as you leave" probably wouldn't go over well.

She waved her hand, opening the door, maybe for once actually hoping for some sort of distraction.

[Open door, open post.]

Jaina wasn't really up on waiting around for her family in order to the leave the banquet she was too busy avoiding everyone at, so she and John made their escape early, when no one was looking to block the door all "Leaving so soon?"

So now it was just a matter of walking back to the apartment, trying to act like nothing was wrong when everyone'd spent the night reminding her of what was wrong.


[Omg you know who it's for. Because we like spamming your flists. Last day of it (for now), I swear.]

After class, Jaina made her way back to her room for what felt like the first time in forever, because she was kind of a brat about clinic stays and calling it "forever" was her way of internally whining about it. Besides, it kept her from thinking too hard about why she'd ended up in the clinic, along with about several other things she'd rather just avoid altogether. And she would be good and not spend all her time working, but that didn't mean she couldn't make transmissions home.

( because this is so easy to explain, rly )

After ending the call, Jaina went to the door just to crack it open, in case anyone was trying to be hovery, then laid down on her bed. Because no matter what she told anyone else... ow.


[Open post-phone call!]