Eve Levine

Eve had come to the inescapable conclusion that the people who'd convinced her to major in business needed a good swift smack upside the head. Between classes and work, she wasn't doing a whole lot of that sleeping thing. Add in the fact that she hadn't seen her friends from Fandom or her family members in months and she was not a happy camper. Because phone calls and emails just didn't have the same effect.

She'd just gotten home from work and was sprawled out on the couch in her living room. She'd been planning on the bedroom and the incredibly comfy bed but had gotten distracted by the TV. Well, by the fact that she'd left it on. She wasn't going to be coming back out to the living room so she should turn it off now... and that'd somehow turned into her sprawling out and flipping through the channels mindlessly.

She needed to make some calls -- especially to Benicio, to make sure she really was allowed to fire people for being a dumbfuck with the camera equipment for the portrait studio side of the business -- but that'd require moving, since her cell phone was on the coffee table.

Eh, she'd do it later.

[For phone calls and texts and whatnot, or for any visitors in Fandomverse NY.]

Eve had stuck around about as long as she could, but there was no putting it off any longer. It was time to grab the last few remaining bags and boxes and head across to take her portal. She stood in the middle of the room, hands on hips as she looked around for the thousandth time to make sure she hadn't lost anything or forgotten to pack anything.

Finally, she flopped down on her bed for the last time. She still had a little time before she had to book it out of there to catch her portal. She was goign to make the most of it.

[And this is Eve's goodbye post! Open to anybody and everybody.]

Eve would be leaving in the morning, which explained the complete absence of most of the contents of her side of the room. She'd shipped most of it ahead to her apartment in New York, so there were only a couple boxes and bags left. She didn't want to go. At all. She didn't want to leave her daughter behind, even if it wasn't abandoning her.

But there'd be time to worry about that tomorrow, when she actually made her goodbyes. Tonight was her last night to hang with the people at Fandom that meant the most to her, plus the impulse addition. And she had plans. (Letting Eve Levine make plans should really be on the list of things people aren't allowed to do at Fandom.) There was a certain website up on her laptop, as well as Gwynn's computer.

Tonight, there would be shopping!

[For walks_two_paths, awakestheghosts, likethestore, notafairmaiden. And is the fault of trigons_child, I tell you.]

All right, so! Is time once again for the Stargate convention in Chicago, so that's where I'm going to be all weekend. Am taking my netbook, so I'll be around, just bear with me for the inevitable SP.

Also? Joe Flanigan's there this year. (Here's hoping he doesn't end up not coming like LAST year.) missed_the_gate, I'm going to be thinking of you when I meet him, I swear.

Eve had stayed calm while she was in Savannah's room, but as soon as she left she fell apart. She headed back to her room and promptly began throwing things around. Nothing breakable, just anything else. Lots of books and shoes.

It'd probably look a mess the next time Gwynn came in. Oops. It was understandable, though.

When she finally got tired of throwing thigns around, she collapsed across her bed.

[Open!]

After Eve had gotten back from work, all she'd wanted to do was sleep. So as a result, she hadn't bothered to move her grimoire from where she'd tossed it at the foot of her bed that morning. (The other grimoire was under the bed.)

Which would be why, as she woke up, there was an extremely hot chick with her head by Eve's feet.

And that? Would be why, as soon as she opend her eyes, Eve let out a scream.

"Who are you? And why aren't you over on the other side of the cabin trying to sleep with one of the guys?"

"Because I don't belong to anyone over there, you idiot." The dark-haired woman raked her fingers through her hair. "Stop flailing on the bed; you're giving my sister a headache."

"Bwuh..."

That was when the cheerful young blonde popped out from under the bed. "Oww."

[Open to wing-mates and anybody who wants to have heard her scream]

Eve was alone in the room. Gwynn modded with permission, laa! had elected to give Eve some alone time to focus on packing and other thinky things. Really Eve was just sure Gwynn was off plotting some way to kidnap her and keep her for another year. But either way, there was privacy for thinky things.

And packing.

And emo.

Not so much on the former, much on the latter.

[For the boyfriend!]

Prom had been pretty damn cool, much like last year. So, much like last year, Eve had returned at an ungodly hour and passed out in bed. (The roomie had done much the same.)

However, she'd kind of forgotten one little thing about prom.

At Fandom, prom meant small ones.

[For Gwynn, their assorted weetinies, oh, and Adam]

Eve was busy bustling around the room getting ready for the dance, which meant that the room looked like a small tornado had hit.

But at least she wasn't cursing the bobby pins this year. Mostly because she'd found a hairstyle that didn't require five thousand and one of the little bastards. (Just four thousand and one.)

"Gwynn! Where did my purse go?" she yelped upon turning around and not finding the little wristlet that was going with her dress.

[For the roomie and the boyfriend, but also open!]

Eve had heard the radio broadcast the night before and she was torn between checking on loved ones and getting research on. On the one hand, loved ones were vastly more important. On the other, she wanted to do something.

She settled for leaving handwavy messages for Adam, Johnny, and Savannah and sitting down with her laptop.

[Open like an open thing!]

Eve's nightly check of her voicemail had her flailing incoherently for a good twenty minutes and grateful Gwynn was out of the room at that particular moment so as not to see said flailing.

Once that was done, she called Sean.

Six times. Six damn times.

She was about to launch herself off the bed and out the door when he picked up.

( Second verse, same as the first. )

Eve was once again waging war with the curling iron and the hairpins. This year, however, she was quite definitely winning.

"Hey, you see where I tossed that red clutch I got the last time we handwavily went shopping?" she called to the roommie.

[For the roommate, but also open!]

Fandom had quite thoroughly freaked Rachel out the day before, so after spending a while in the common room, she'd quickly retreated to her own room and curled up in bed. Somehow, burrowing down under a whole bunch of covers always made things feel at least a little bit better.

She woke up with a whimper. Oh God, she had to get up. Refusing for the moment, she peeked over at the room's other occupant.

[For the roomie!]

Rachel woke with a distinctly disgruntled "Mrf."

Her first thought was School sucks. Damn getting up.

Her second was, Wait, it's Saturday.

Her third was, Where the hell am I?

This was not her school. Hell, she didn't even go to a boarding school!

Confused and still very much of the sleepy, Rachel crawled out of bed and started looking around. On the desk were a bunch of weird looking books with all kinds of... was that Latin? What the hell?

"Dear God, this girl's a freak!" Rachel yelped upon realizing what exactly she was looking at.

And promptly waking up the roommate she didn't realize was there.

[For the roomie! Is now Rachel Jansen from Forgetting Sarah Marshall]

Eve was in a better mood than she had been the past couple of days, but not by much.

And she'd put her books and grimoires away, which spoke to how helpless she felt. Usually when she felt helpless, she was all about the magical research. But not now. Not this time. Magic hadn't turned up anything except a handful of memory spells and twice as many warnings about using them.

Sighing, she flopped back on her bed and stared at the ceiling.

[Open!]

Eve was grateful to Johnny for doing so much to help Savannah, but it left her at a loss as to what to do. And so, rather than emo about it -- well, much, anyway; as a mother, she had a right to a little bit of angsty emo -- she'd tucked herself away in her room with her grimoires, assorted other texts she had around, and was looking for memory-restoring spells.

Not that she'd necessarily try and use them on Savannah, after all -- the mind was a tricky thing to work with -- but it gave her something productive to do and she needed that just then.

Music played softly in the background as Eve worked.

[Open!]

Eve had been inwardly and outwardly WTFing at the snowman in the corner of her room all damn day. What the hell was with it, anyway?

Oh, well. It didn't melt, which meant it'd turned into a really great coat rack.

And now she was sprawled out on the bed with a book, though every now and then she'd glance over and WTF a little more.

[Open!]

Eve was trying to figure out her plans for Christmas, which really meant that she was flailing at the thought of going to Stonehaven. The Pack was going to be snarly and overprotective and did she mention snarly? Yeah.

She was tempted to ask Adam or Gwynn if she could go home with them for Christmas. Because the wacky that was Kim or Aisha was far preferable to interrogations from Adam of the Vasic variety. And as for Gwynn... well, there were certain people in Gwynn's world that Eve wouldn't mind bitch-slapping.

Scowling, she flopped back on her bed and stared at the ceiling.

[Open like an open thing]