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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!]]

Gert woke up early and did not want to get out of bed.

Strictly speaking, she really should, because she'd put dye in her hair last night and should really be getting up to wash it out soon. But she was comfortable and Old Lace was half sprawled over her and it was nice, even if the dye smell detracted from the niceness of it somewhat.

Anyway, one of the many upsides to being an orphan at boarding school was that no one was going to drag her out of bed anytime soon. Well, unless the smell was really getting on Maddie's nerves. But she didn't think it would come to that.

[[door shut, post open!]]