you can call me great one

Returning to Fandom was more than a little strange this time. Jaina had been bouncing back to and from war for as long as she'd been here, and knowing whatever she would bounce back to was going to be different next time... it threw her off a little. Given how long she'd been gone, she wasn't even sure if her room would still be available, or if she'd have to talk to anyone about signing up for classes. It'd been about two full months back home, which usually amounted to a month here, and given the bits of wonky time that she'd been dealing with at home for a while now, she'd probably just missed the newbie picnic. Imagine all the new relatives she could have by now.

There was almost a routine to returning from trips: put her bag down, see what day it was, check for new messages, unpack. Her desk clock was more easily accessible at the moment than her phone (thus saving her from having to deal with a certain voicemail for at least a little while), so she crossed the room to check the date and time... and promptly had an internal freakout.

She'd been gone less than a week. Two months in less than a week. Jaina didn't think she could take any more weird timelines. Her relationship had already imploded because of it, she couldn't lose her family to that, too. Immediately she reached for her comlink, somewhat amazed to reach her mother on the first try.

( cut to save you a little space on your flist )


[Yeah, so whenever she's in Fandom now, her time's going to move at the same pace. Girl needed a break somehow omg. Door and post open after the call.]

While classes had actually gone very well for Jaina, when she got back to her cabin to work, she was reminded of some more reasons she hated the cabins, namely that anyone could have heard the raised voice coming from her alcove. It wasn't that Jag had done anything wrong. In fact, he'd done his job, just like he was supposed to. The problem was, it was now something she couldn't do and that made her mad.

Later this would strike her as being sort of pathetic, but not yet.

When she finally ended the transmission, groaning in frustration, she was happy to check her voicemail. At least till she listened to the one following it.

Once her trademark annoyed scowl had faded a bit, she returned one of the calls. And saved the other number so she could maybe block it.


[Couldn't resist. Open if you want.]