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I'm not a pantysniffer. I'm not a pervert.

When do I become this... superhero?

Silence is a friend.
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Room 230, Thursday Morning
Simon hadn't really unpacked his things after they'd moved back from the campgrounds. No point. He'd made up his mind: it was time to go. Back to England, back to Alisha. Back to Nathan and Kelly and Curtis, and whatever lay in his future.

It would have been a lie to say he wasn't a little bit terrified. But he knew Alisha was waiting for him. And it was nearly Christmas. To his friends back home, it had only been some months since he'd left. He'd been here over a year. He'd gotten that much. He'd bought himself more time. He'd gotten to train far more than he would have had time to back home. And he'd had the opportunity to spend a year somewhere where he didn't have to hide what he could do. He'd had friends. That never ceased to amaze him.

And it was for that reason that while he'd considered leaving without goodbyes (like Nathan had), he'd decided against it. Instead, he'd sent out a simple text to the people he thought it might matter to. Just a brief note to say that he was leaving. If any of them came by while he was packing up the rest of his few possessions, he'd say his goodbyes.

[ooc: This is Simon's last post in Fandom (and assuming I don't get masochistic and crank out a post sketching out the things that happen to him after he leaves, his last post in this game ever). If you think you got the text, you did. Open door, open post.]

"It's time," he confirmed with a nod that was... almost solemn, as much as he tried for it not to be. "It's almost Christmas, in England. It's a good time."

[SP is allllways good with me!]

She really couldn't make herself believe that any time was a good time to go home and die, but at least he'd be able to celebrate with his friends before he sacrificed himself to save them?

So she just nodded and leaned against the door. "What do you do to celebrate Christmas there? Is it like over here?"

Well, he wasn't going home to die. He was going home to save Alisha. That was how he thought about it.

Otherwise he might not have gone at all. "A lot of it's similar," he said, shrugging a little. "Not all of it."

Good answer there, Simon.

Well, she didn't know Alisha, she knew him. But honestly, since she'd have gone home to die if it meant saving the life of almost anyone in Aspen Creek or her mom's family, she'd have done it so she knew she didn't have a leg to stand on.

"This is sort of the whole 'don't mention that giant elephant in the center of the room' thing, isn't it?" she said wryly. "I understand and even though I'd love to say not to go, I'd be a hypocrite if I did, so... I'll just ask if there's anything I can do to make things easier for you. Before or after or whatever."