Room 501, Monday night

[voiceoverdue]

Cecil packed up his stuff...well, more or less neatly. Sort of. He didn't anticipate being gone long, but just in case, he didn't want to leave a mess. He'd e-mailed all his friends to let them know, and now just had this last thing to do. There were so far a small pile of things to take home, and a larger pile of things to leave for now. Foucault was watching with interest and poking his nose in all the bags to help.

"Foucault!" Cecil said for the fortieth time. "Behave, or I'll never finish before our portal comes!"


[Open door, open post - Cecil is leaving till Fall, so catch him if you like! If you think you got his e-mail, you did.]

Comments

[tigerundercover]

"I guess they don't have a good radio person to tell you all about it, if you're here."

[voiceoverdue]

"Right." Cecil nodded decisively. "So I just need to go and be a journalist. And then I can report back." To himself, but whatever.