Room 415, Friday (all day)

[brat_inslayage]

If Kennedy were the type to be that introspective, and the type to look for patterns, she'd have realized something interesting: it had been an impulsive decision that landed her in Fandom, and it was an impulsive decision that led to why she was packing up her room today, rather than at the end of the summer. Of course, as impulsive decisions went, you could argue this one was a lot more mature than 'this guy is pissing me off and deserves the punch in the face I'm about to give him,' but again, Kennedy wasn't introspective enough to realize that on any tangible level.

There was a whole vague-sense-of-accomplishment vibe going on as she shoved things into bags and boxes-- which was hard work she wasn't used to, and she'd have bitched about it except it just seemed like a dumb thing to bitch about now-- but no huge epiphany, or anything deep like that.

It just seemed like the thing to do, and she'd been thinking about it since Tuesday. Maybe before then, really; seeing Dad and Janelle at graduation had been more awesome than she'd expected it to be, and the reason Tara'd had to go home only cemented the idea. So after her workout she'd sent out emails and text messages to people, letting them know she was heading out, and gotten to work with the packing.

There wasn't much she could do about seeing Dad more often, but Janelle had grown about two shoe sizes since the last time she'd been home, she hadn't seen her mom since elementary school, and... hey, maybe she could try and give her stepmother a little more of a chance, for her sister's sake if nothing else. Maybe there was still a good chance Tara's mom would be okay, but Kennedy'd had too many friends lose people in the past two years already. She had a family, a pretty damn decent one at that, and if there was anything in her life she should probably stop taking for granted that was it. Starting, oh, basically now. Drake would probably approve, she thought, and she was pretty sure Tara would understand.

Besides, it wasn't like she was leaving forever, or anything. No way in hell would that ever happen, so yay for having plenty of cash to burn on travel.

So this was her, seizing the day... but damn, was she going to miss this place.

"Said it before and I'll say it again," Kennedy told Bailey, who was nosing around one of her half-packed boxes and looking perplexed at the increasingly empty state of the room. "Best damn school I ever went to."

[[omg this is kennedy's last student post in fandom. D: post and door both totally open, if you want to say you got a message from her, and up early (too early wah) for sp since i anticipate work being super-busy on actual friday. not that she'll be gone forever. like i'm not gonna use those visit days?]]

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[wesleynotponcy.livejournal.com]

Wesley sized her up, taking in the seriousness in her eyes.

"I promise," he pledged. Because come on, Fandom needed its favorite Potential to save it from invasions. It was just kind of a thing.

"And -- likewise," Wes added. "If you ever need assistance with anything, I'd be happy to come and help."

[brat-intraining.livejournal.com]

"You're already on my speed dial," Kennedy promised, thoroughly unaware of the sad fact that when she really did need his help, calling would not so much be a thing. "Keep an eye on the place for me. You know. Watcher and all."

[wesleynotponcy.livejournal.com]

Darn that pesky lack of cell reception. And, you know. Other things.

"And you -- go do some good," he said, then smiled. "You know. Potential slayer and all."

See, Kennedy, he'd remembered the p-word this time. You taught him well.

[brat-intraining.livejournal.com]

"Oh, I plan to." Kennedy tilted her head slightly to the left and flashed a smile that turned out to be more wistful and less blasé than she'd thought it would be.

"'cause the whole potential thing. Gotta start living up to it sometime, right?"

[wesleynotponcy.livejournal.com]

"Absolutely," Wesley agreed, just the littlest bit gently. "Though one could argue that you have already, you know," he added with a half-smile. "All these invasions, and whatnot..."

[brat-intraining.livejournal.com]

Hot damn, that was some sweet validation right there, but rather than get mushy on him or anything embarrassing like that, Kennedy reached out and patted the sadly bare wall affectionately. "Aw, memories. Lots of 'em. So I can count on you for way-too-detailed reports of the next bout of invasion-wacky you guys get, huh?"

[wesleynotponcy.livejournal.com]

"Absolutely," he promised. "Unless it's one of those invasions that turn us all into five-year-olds, in which case you might not get a report until after the fact."

Or, you know. She might get a report from a five-year-old.

[brat-intraining.livejournal.com]

Yeah, see...

"Aw, come on. I want at least one in crayon," Kennedy said, reaching out to punch him lightly in the arm.

[wesleynotponcy.livejournal.com]

"I'll see what I can do," Wesley laughed. "Of course, it stands to reason that if you ever get turned into anything, you should share."

Definitely.

[brat-intraining.livejournal.com]

"Assuming I have thumbs to take pictures, or someone nearby speaks hedgehog," Kennedy retorted, amused. "At least, you'll hear about it after the fact. Promise. All wacky-animal escapades and weird gender-swap fun."

...yeah.

[wesleynotponcy.livejournal.com]

Honestly? That might be worth learning hedgehog for.

"Then we both have our assignments," he decided. Adjusting his posture to stand rather formally, he said sincerely, "Best of luck, Kennedy."

[brat-intraining.livejournal.com]

Kennedy tucked her hands behind her back, drew herself up a little taller (ha), and gave him a single curt nod, although there was no disguising a certain amount of genuine warmth in her smile.

"Right back at you, Wesley. You'll be hearing from me, promise. And-- Wes? Thanks. For everything."

[wesleynotponcy.livejournal.com]

THE SAPPINESS. It was everywhere.

"Of course," he said, smiling. "And thank you, I suppose. Having the opportunity to assist you was... really quite helpful for me as well. So thank you."

[brat-intraining.livejournal.com]

CLEANUP ON AISLE 4. Kennedy would pay someone to do it, even.

"It's what I do," she replied with a smirk that was closer to her usual obnoxiousness. Closer, but still pretty genuine. "It was fun, right? Fighting evil and all. Which I guess means you're welcome."

[wesleynotponcy.livejournal.com]

Wesley smiled at that. "That's the spirit," he said in a voice that was way more Watchery than he had meant it to be. Whatever, it fit. "Well. I'll see you around, then."

[brat-intraining.livejournal.com]

Weirdly, the super-Watchery tone just made Kennedy smile.

"Yeah, you will. Later, Wes."