She'd packed in five minutes flat. It was unheard of for her, but she believed she'd have even less time than that, and so she'd done it.
She'd spent the other twenty-five minutes unpacking and repacking, giving a little more thought as to what she was taking with her and how practical it was (a far cry from her usual stylish priorities, but she was going on the run), wondering how one was supposed to pack for exile (does one pack warm?), and generally refusing to think about why Sans wasn't back yet and what the implications of him being Caught Or Worse would be.
She nearly jumps out of her skin when he appears in her room, but calms herself quickly. "Sans! I was worried about you!" But that isn't what he'd asked, and she moves on. "Yes, for the most part. Just a moment." She pulls out her phone - she'd drafted a message to Pinkie, but hadn't wanted to send it until right before she left. It seems that now is the time. She sends the message, then turns the phone off and tosses it under her bed - if it can be tracked, then it cannot come with her. Finally, she fishes out the Do Not Disturb sign she'd appropriated all those months ago and hangs it on her door. It may not buy her any time, but it's a nice bookend of sorts for her time at Virgo.
She'd miss this, wouldn't she? Not the captivity, no, or the knowledge of what they were doing to her and her friends, but...the room, a bit, yes; the pampering, definitely; and the people most of all. These are her friends here, and she's going to have a terrible time leaving them behind.
For a moment, she's hit with a stab of doubt and a terrible headache-
But the moment passes. She's made her decision, and now she needs to follow through. She locks her door, picks up her bag, and nods at Sans. "Alright. I'm ready."
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She'd spent the other twenty-five minutes unpacking and repacking, giving a little more thought as to what she was taking with her and how practical it was (a far cry from her usual stylish priorities, but she was going on the run), wondering how one was supposed to pack for exile (does one pack warm?), and generally refusing to think about why Sans wasn't back yet and what the implications of him being Caught Or Worse would be.
She nearly jumps out of her skin when he appears in her room, but calms herself quickly. "Sans! I was worried about you!" But that isn't what he'd asked, and she moves on. "Yes, for the most part. Just a moment." She pulls out her phone - she'd drafted a message to Pinkie, but hadn't wanted to send it until right before she left. It seems that now is the time. She sends the message, then turns the phone off and tosses it under her bed - if it can be tracked, then it cannot come with her. Finally, she fishes out the Do Not Disturb sign she'd appropriated all those months ago and hangs it on her door. It may not buy her any time, but it's a nice bookend of sorts for her time at Virgo.
She'd miss this, wouldn't she? Not the captivity, no, or the knowledge of what they were doing to her and her friends, but...the room, a bit, yes; the pampering, definitely; and the people most of all. These are her friends here, and she's going to have a terrible time leaving them behind.
For a moment, she's hit with a stab of doubt and a terrible headache-
But the moment passes. She's made her decision, and now she needs to follow through. She locks her door, picks up her bag, and nods at Sans. "Alright. I'm ready."