you can call me great one

If it wasn't for the fact that Jaina was still keeping an eye on Adrian for Rose and Dimitri, she probably would have just headed out of town this weekend. She was twitchy and worried and the fact that Valentine's Day was tomorrow meant she wasn't doing as well at repressing her fears about why she hadn't heard from John in thirty-three days. It just made his absence harder to ignore. Worse, she kept formulating theories on what could have happened, like maybe he'd been hurt, or maybe things went really badly, or maybe he was so happy with his new team family he didn't want to come back. That last thought only lasted about a second, but the part of her that had gotten completely jealous of the way Ronon talked about it definitely went there. You'd think that being able to attack things with logic, or having experienced this kind of worry before, and recently, with her parents might have made things better, but here she was.

Once she was sure she was done with vampire duty till tonight, she went to take just a tiny bit more time training than she usually did, and came back to her room for a long shower feeling marginally better. And then she found a seat on her bed, checking tonight's TV listings on her phone to decide if she wanted to venture into a common room for entertainment rather than going to the dance, or sit in her room and pretend she wasn't worrying/sulking rather than going to the dance.


[For one, but the door's open if you really want to show up before.]

To say Jaina had some nerves going would be putting it lightly. If you'd told her a week ago that she'd be in England to meet up with her ex who... well, saying he might not be her ex anymore felt like jinxing it so she was really not going to say that. But if you told her she'd be in England to see him, she would have looked at you funny and said it wasn't going to happen.

Yet here she was.

Of course, her portal ended up being early, so Jaina waited as patiently as she could with her bag slung over her shoulder, scanning the crowd like she wouldn't sense him before she saw him.

[For whatshisface.]

At least with a little break over the last couple days Fandom time, having to come back here didn't incur dread or disappointment. This was an improvement. Though it was a little weird for her to not be in 527 because John wasn't there. Apparently you didn't always realize you had a routine until it got disrupted.

So Jaina busied herself in her own room, unpacking for all the three minutes that took (one and a half of it was spent internally gleeing at her uniform again)... and then got out her datapad to find out exactly what sort of work she needed to be doing. Yes, she had a problem.


[Oooooooopen, doorly and postily, if you wish.]

It was entirely habit by now: land in Fandom, head straight back up to John's room, bag and all. Today was no different, and despite the fact that Jaina could go days without seeing or hearing from him when she was in Fandom without any issues, it was different when she'd been offplanet.

When she got to his door, she knocked lightly before stepping inside. "Hi there."


[For the modded room's owner. Mwahahaha.]