Room 222 | Thursday Evening

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Jim didn't have much to pack but what he had was all stuffed into his bags. All that was left was to wait around for his portal. It was scheduled for later tonight for some reason and after seeing that the only other portal back home was in a month's time, he'd had to take it.

To pass the time, he was sitting on his stripped bed, playing some stupid game on his phone. He was trying to ignore the fact that he'd miss this place and the people. He was trying to be cool and collected and not at all sentimental because that was the kind of guy he was.

It required a lot of repression. And Jim was a repression expert.

[Open door/post. Jim's last post on island for now and totally good with SP since I'm getting this up a little late.]

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"And her name's Electroclash," Jim pointed out. "If you try it, just make sure she doesn't fry your important parts. That'd just be a shame."

And he'd laugh a lot.

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As he should.

"I'd check first," Cade assured him.

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"If you get arrested or get put in the hospital, I am not providing bail money or coming to visit," Jim laughed. "Your bed, you sleep in it."