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Oa, Friday
Aug. 25th, 2017 02:15 pmThis was it.
Sarah's apartment at MCA and office at the school had been emptied out. Most of her stuff was now in London under Jenny's care, waiting on how things shook out. Sarah herself had spent most of this past week in London as well, for the most part making sure her arse print was still worn into the seat in their favourite booth at The Fortress. It'd been a good time, despite Jenny's repeated fucking blubbering at how romantic this whole thing was. Alex had mostly looked confused about the whole thing, while Don had just stated he wished the sex was worth the move.
And Devlin, ever-present with his group of brown-nosers by the bar, had made some crack about her tits and space and whatever.
She'd said her goodbyes.
And then she'd set up on her journey. Which had been the bloody worst, so far. Of course there couldn't be a direct portal from London to Oa. Of course not. She'd been bounced around the multiverse, from one waiting area to the next, so many times that she'd already lost count and was ready to yell at just about anyone who gave her even the slightest bit of extra trouble. She'd worn her costume for this journey, hoping that'd make people treat her better, but nah. Same shit as she would've gotten in her civvies. Except maybe with a touch more leering, ugh.
She'd never been as glad to figure out this portal was the final one. It spat her out, and she was there. On Oa.
"Fucking finally."
God, she hoped that fucking ginger pain in her arse was actually here.
And also not dating some early-twenties waif with legs for days.
[ooc: This is it, Sarah's final hurrah! NFB and for the Guy + relevant NPCs with the kind permission of the admins. Thank you all for making these five and a half years with Sarah such a lovely time!]
Sarah's apartment at MCA and office at the school had been emptied out. Most of her stuff was now in London under Jenny's care, waiting on how things shook out. Sarah herself had spent most of this past week in London as well, for the most part making sure her arse print was still worn into the seat in their favourite booth at The Fortress. It'd been a good time, despite Jenny's repeated fucking blubbering at how romantic this whole thing was. Alex had mostly looked confused about the whole thing, while Don had just stated he wished the sex was worth the move.
And Devlin, ever-present with his group of brown-nosers by the bar, had made some crack about her tits and space and whatever.
She'd said her goodbyes.
And then she'd set up on her journey. Which had been the bloody worst, so far. Of course there couldn't be a direct portal from London to Oa. Of course not. She'd been bounced around the multiverse, from one waiting area to the next, so many times that she'd already lost count and was ready to yell at just about anyone who gave her even the slightest bit of extra trouble. She'd worn her costume for this journey, hoping that'd make people treat her better, but nah. Same shit as she would've gotten in her civvies. Except maybe with a touch more leering, ugh.
She'd never been as glad to figure out this portal was the final one. It spat her out, and she was there. On Oa.
"Fucking finally."
God, she hoped that fucking ginger pain in her arse was actually here.
And also not dating some early-twenties waif with legs for days.
[ooc: This is it, Sarah's final hurrah! NFB and for the Guy + relevant NPCs with the kind permission of the admins. Thank you all for making these five and a half years with Sarah such a lovely time!]
