Room 229, Tuesday Afternoon

Gert was in a pretty great mood today: after over a year of her bargaining and pleading, Portalocity had finally agreed to let her take a trip to Los Angeles, apparently convinced at last that she wasn't a terrorist or exiled from her own dimension or anything like that. Gert suspected that Bay might have had something to do with that, but it was an awkward thing to ask just in case she was wrong, so Gert had decided to avoid looking any gift horses in the mouth just yet.

So today she was packing up a backpack. She didn't know how long she would want to stay, after all; maybe there would be crimes to stop and mysteries to solve and she could stay all summer, or better yet, forever.

"You'll finally be back in your favorite climate, Old Lace," she murmured to her dinosaur as she scooped a pile of clothes up and into her backpack. "'Not Freezing.' You excited?"

[[gert's heading off for the summer. get your goodbyes in!]]