Room 229, Thursday Afternoon

[arsenicmauls]

"I know that your bureaucratic worldview can barely accept the notion of extenuating circumstances, but I'm telling you that's what I have," Gert snapped, switching her phone to her other ear. "The idea of a no-portal list is stupid, first of all, especially when I'm already outside of my home, and secondly, I'm almost seventeen, which is legally old enough to make decisions for myself in a third of known dimensions, according to your stupid manual."

She waited for a response to that. When one came, it wasn't anything helpful.

Gert snapped, "Yeah, well, so are you."

It wasn't her best comeback, but she slammed her phone closed and flopped down on the bed.

[[open, expecting one]]

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[arsenicmauls]

Gert sighed, putting her chin on her hands. "There's a reason, but it's not that compelling," she grumbled. "That guy Captain America, who sent my friends and me into boarding schools and foster care, said we have to all stay put until we graduate from high school, and then we'll be able to book portals again. Because forcibly restricting personal freedoms until we subscribe to his definition of adulthood is definitely hero behavior. And conveniently enough, I can't exactly get in touch with the world's most famous crime-fighter and ask him if a GED counts."