I hate to do this, but I'm going to have to pull Sara from fandom_tropolis. I don't have the time or the energy to give to the game anymore. I've enjoyed my time here for the most part, but...well, c'est la vie.

Any further entries in this journal will be for chaotic_motion and epluribus. Thank you.

Though neither she nor Grissom had the leisure for a lengthy honeymoon, they had managed to enjoy themselves in the comfort of their apartment, electing to leave their dog at the kennel until Tuesday afternoon.

Honey, in turn, was still quite miffed she had been left behind when her two humans had left for Las Vegas, and for the most part did her best to ignore them whenever they approached.

That didn't stop her from whining when she saw Sara heading for the door, notebooks and calculator in a bag over her shoulder.

With an amused roll of her eyes, Sara snapped on Honey's leash and took her outside, content to let her dog frolic in the pet enclosure while she worked on more material for her textbooks.

[ooc: For anyone who feels like wandering by.]

My apologies for being MIA this week, but it'll continue for a few more days. Finals, graduation, family time, and celebrating said graduation are planned.

I'm handwaving Sara and Gil returning from Vegas. Gil's player has given me permission to mod him when needed, and if he is needed for a plot, please email me or ping me so something can be set up. :)

The day was beautiful, with no clouds and a light breeze. Sara had let the guys abscond with her groom with only minor (okay, major) misgivings.

She managed to get along tolerably well with Catherine--the older woman apparently deciding that the day needed as few conflicts as possible.

She allowed Mrs. Grissom to fuss over her hair, her makeup, the basic rights of the mother.

When the time was almost upon her, she joined her brother in the chapel, waiting for the music to begin.

[ooc: Again with the early posting and slow time being love. Same players as before.]

Sara had taken Honey to the kennel earlier that day. Gil was responsible for ensuring that his bugs had sufficient food and water to see them through the few days they would be gone.

She talked to her brother on her cell phone while waiting for Gil to bring the last few of their bags out to his car. "Yes, everything's set. I'll even let you walk me down the aisle." Pause. "No, you're not giving me away. You're just escorting me." Another pause. "Since when do I give a damn about tradition? Put Holly on."

While asking her sister-in-law to smack her brother in her place, she kept an eye out for Aziraphale and Wilson. It only made sense to be sure none were late, though with Phale on the trip, she doubted it would matter very much.

"Thanks. Tell the knucklehead I'll see him later this evening. Bye."

Closing the phone, she looked back towards the building. "Gil?"

[ooc: Posting early for great slowtimeness. Locked to drgrissom, a_phale, and dr_jwilsonmd. OOC popcorning is more than welcome.]

"--If you have to ask me that, Mike, you're better off not--yeah, yeah, I know. You weren't being serious. Keep telling yourself that. You might believe it."

Pause.

Chuckle.

"No threats. I'm warning you. Bye."

Phone clicks off, fruit salad is grabbed out of the refrigerator.

Sara heads outside, sitting in the shade next to the building.

Her handwaved visit to the obstetrician that Wilson had recommended went very well, by all accounts.

The doctor was concerned that Sara wasn't gaining sufficient weight. Other than that, things seemed to be progressing normally.

So Sara is outside, munching pensively on salt-free pretzels and eyeing the large lunch her fiance had sent out with her.

It is another gorgeous day and Sara is once again spending it outside.

She has learned her lesson, though, and is wearing sunblock and a straw hat.

The compulsive glances out at the street in front of her building are indicative of nothing other than her awareness of the date.

It will be a good day.

[ooc: Locked to drgrissom. Popcorn is more than welcome. NWS!]

Sara has decided the day is entirely too beautiful to be spent inside, pouring over books.

So she has moved the books outside.

At least there is sunshine.

[ooc: Open for any interaction. :)]

Sitting down, she takes out her phone absently, her mind miles away to a small, psychotic ridden town and accompanying high school.

He picks up, sounding tired.

"Hey..."

Returning from the park, Sara dropped her jacket on the back of a chair and curled up on a couch, one hand touching her stomach.

The other reached for the phone and she dialed the number without looking.

"Hi, Gil. It's me..."

Moving in hadn't taken very long, all things considered. Sara wasn't inclined to decorating or making a place hers. It wouldn't be considered home, however, until Gil came to join her.

Walking out in front of the complex, she looks at her surroundings. It is a nice neighborhood and she has lived in cities most of her life. She can get used to it.

[ooc: Anyone passing by is welcome to speak to her. I ask for no crazies. At least not yet.]

Everything has been packed and shipped as needed.

Grissom will bring the dog with him when the time comes.

Looking around, Sara smiles, eyes peaceful.

She will miss the place, more than she thought she would.

[Say farewell if you like. Or tell her to go to hell. Either way works.]

As they say, all good things must come to an end.

I am in my last semester of my first bachelor's degree, and things are really getting hectic. I can't reliably guarantee that I will be able to post in Sara's classes or have her interact with others. I'm sorry to say that I am leaving fandom_high for fandom_tropolis.

I (and Sara) have greatly enjoyed being here and will miss everyone. But for my own sake and sanity, I need to do this. I plan on having her accept a job offer in Tropolis around the end of this week/the beginning of next. She will be gone by April 1st.

Sara's close friends here are welcome to write to her when she leaves, if they so desire. And no, this doesn't mean she's breaking up with drgrissom. OTP and all.

Thank you for the insanity of the past year.

She holds the letter in her hands for a long time, reading and rereading.

After long deliberation, she fills out the form that came attached and seals it in a new envelope, addressing and stamping as required.

I accept.

Reminding herself to put it in the mail on Monday, she sets it on her coffee table and sighs, looking around the apartment.

Memories...

[ooc: NFB.]

Gil opens the door and Sara follows him in, going to the kitchen to check on the dog.

"We may actually have her housebroken now."

To: msidle@cox.net
From: sara.sidle@fandomhigh.net
Subject: Guess What?

Body: Hey big brother,

Gil and I are engaged. No, I'm not pregnant. And no, no wedding date has been set.

How is Holly?

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