glacial_queen: (Box)
Karla looked around, giving one last check to make sure she wasn't leaving anything behind that she might need. Granted, if she was, she could always pop back to the island and grab it, but she wanted to keep those emergency visits to a minimum if she could. She'd be incredibly busy this summer and any time off she got to take, she wanted to be able to keep it for fun things, like trips and visits and not wasting an afternoon searching for her...well, whatever it was she couldn't think of right now.

A summer back in Kaeleer, then back to the island for her last full year here. That seemed crazy to think of, especially since it didn't really seem possible that she was going on her fourth year here. But calendars didn't lie--unless Fandom was being wonky again, anyway--and it was time to start making sure she had some real, practical experience being a Queen, rather than just relying of birth-caste and strength of Jewel to back her claim when she finally did graduate.

Okay. All packed. Now just to find the boyfriend she'd been avoiding for almost a week now, say any last minute goodbyes, and get going.

...Oooor maybe she could go back to making sure she'd packed everything. Of all her other options, that one seemed the least intimidating.

[Meant to post this earlier, but illness and Avengers beckoned! Post & door opened for visits, phone calls, and texts]
glacial_queen: (Awake but in bed)
On day three of the Cold That Would Not Die, Karla blearily swam back to consciousness sometime that evening. Ugh. Where had the days gone? Oh right, they'd gotten lost somewhere in a bottle of heavy duty cough syrup. She was tempted to take more and go back to sleep until she felt less like she'd been hit by a rickshaw or three, but she was also starving and badly needed a shower.

She sent Mini-Morton off to try to scavenge her something to eat while she made a quick trip to the bathroom. It was kind of amazing how much better a shower could make you feel after several days of being almost completely comatose. Back in her room, she found Gabrielle's note and tried not to worry over much about her roommate.

Ahahaha, yeah. Right.

Climbing back into bed, she waited for Mini-Morton to come back with something edible (hopefully) tried to keep herself entertained by playing solitaire. That would be a lot easier to do if she wasn't so easily distracted by--wow. Did you know that there were faces in the patterns of the ceiling tiles? Cooool.

[Door and post open. Method RP FTWL]
glacial_queen: (Reading 2)
It was Valentine's Day and so Karla was celebrating the best way she knew how--a giant box of expensive chocolates and a brand-new trashy romance novel. There might be other, more traditional celebrations later in the evening, but Karla's first introduction to the holiday was through chocolate and she wasn't about to give up such an amazing custom.

Mmm. Chocolate. And a bodice-ripper. Karla was a witch of simple tastes.

[Primarily for one, but open! With a looooot of SP warnings.]
glacial_queen: (Box)
As part of her resolution to 'spend as much time with graduating friends as possible,' Karla was getting ready for Ender's visit. They'd planned to get together Friday at the picnic to exchange presents--and also to have a Serious Talk, but Karla was focusing on the more enjoyable aspect of the evening instead. His presents were wrapped--like everyone else this Christmas, he was getting the hideous Christmas sweater that was apparently a tradition no one had told her about yet, though his was a little more understated than the one she'd gotten for, say, Momoko.

She'd gotten him a few other odds and ends, too, but obviously the sweater was the best part. It was traditional!

[Specifically for one, but can be open!]
glacial_queen: (Awake but in bed)
Karla'd had an excuse why she'd missed the wrapped present on her bed Friday night. She and Warren had been awake for almost twenty-four hours, fought in a battle, had gotten hurled into a bridge, made up, and then she'd performed at the Showcase. Karla counted herself lucky that she'd managed to make it to a bed, never mind her own, before collapsing and sleeping like the dead. She'd managed to drag herself to Dite's suite the next morning for baking and cookies and a Conversation, and had blearily just tossed the blankets over the top of the bed and called it made without paying attention to what else might be getting covered: pillows, pilfered stuffed animals, presents...

The excuse for missing it last night was a little thinner. She'd fallen asleep on top of her covers, reading a book and had been mostly asleep by the time she got cold enough to crawl under her blankets.

But the second thing she'd noticed when she'd finally woken up this afternoon--the first being the adorably fluffy baby penguin who'd managed to sneak into her room and cuddle with her--was a wrapped gift half-hidden under one of her pillows. All the possibilities she'd come up with for what it could be--a gift from her roommate before Gabs had left? A gesture from Warren? Random Fandom whimsy?--had not prepared her for the bloody horror within.

Her little penguin friend vanished out the door in a flurry of tiny, grey feathers as Karla opened her present and began screaming.

[Warnings for a hideous--but non-bloody--horse head statue in the last link]
glacial_queen: (Bathrobe (Worry))
Karla was planning to head upstairs to Warren's room in a few minutes, she just had a few more herbs to mix for brews. It seemed less and less likely that this--whatever if was--was going to end in a fight, but she figured it would be best to be prepared anyway. The last of her spidersilk was spun into Healing webs, there were potions and tinctures and unguents prepared. Hopefully this meant that when it all went down, Karla would be ready for something.

glacial_queen: (Reading)
Karla was puzzling over the letter she'd gotten from Jaenelle. Okay, puzzling might not be the best word for it. She was downright confused and that confusion hadn't lessened any on this, her fourth time reading it.

...Dujae? Banard? Lady Ash? Mistral? Rainier? Karla, who are these people you asked about and why do you assume I would know them? Is this some kind of silly Fandom thing, like the time you thought you were Prince Skywalker's adopted sister? One of these days, I hope that strangeness strikes while you're here and we all get to see!

Anyway, we missed you at Winsol. Tersa came, as did Lady Sylvia and her boys. She shared Uncle Saetan's cup, much to the raised eyebrows and poorly hidden smirks of all of us...

Her letter continued, filled with pages and pages of gossip and news, but Karla's mind kept whirling. How did Jaenelle not know who Dujae was? She'd been a fan of his work since she was tiny and now he gave them art lessons at the Hall! And Ranier was their dance instructor! Lady Ash was Smoke's mate and Mistral was Kaetian's colt, likely to be the next Warlord Prince of Sceval! And Banard had been making jewelry for the SaDiablos for years.

What in Hell was going on?

[Open for visitors and phone calls and the like]
glacial_queen: (Box)
Just a few months ago, Karla would have fired off a text to a bunch of people, saying something useful like Hobart's killing all the B Widows. Going to stop him. Hugs & kisses, K and run off into the wilds of Glacia with no plan but a burning desire to stop the bastard in his tracks. But that was a few months ago--she'd learned a few lessons since then.

And one of those lessons was 'you do not simply text you friends when running into danger.'

So rather than making Ender and Emma sigh defaulting back to old habits, Karla had returned to the island, placing a number of handwavey calls to people letting them know she was back and needed to talk to them before she left the island again. See? That was like a step in the responsible direction.

Besides, she had to pack up most of her clothes. She wasn't sure how long she'd be gone for, but she she doubted it would be measured in days--probably closer to weeks or even months.

What a sobering thought.

[Door and post open! Also, if you thought you got a call, you did! Note to squirrels: Karla and Tony's conversation about Peter is all NFB, please!]
glacial_queen: (Pensive)
Karla was throwing clothes into an overnight bag and trying not to feel guilty. Or relived. Or guilty about feeling relieved. Jack's phone call had given her exactly what she'd wanted: an excuse to get away from the island for a few days, away from the memory of the Games and Katniss's death. Like Triela's death spurring her to Kaeleer for the weekend, Karla just needed a chance to get away.

She hadn't even waited for Jack to finish talking before she was agreeing to catch a fast portal to London.

The fact that she was needed to help catch a murderer who might or might not be a vampire almost made up for the fact that she was abandoning Wesley two days after he lost his girlfriend. Sorta. When she didn't think about it much.

The guilt-relief-guilt spiral wasn't going anywhere fast. Which was another reason she was glad for Jack's call. It gave her something else to think about.

[Open door, open post! Heading to bed now, will pick up pings when I wake up. (Up early to not conflict with plot posts)]
glacial_queen: (Awake but in bed)
Karla was going to get up and pack for Hawaii any minute now. Really. If for no other reason than to prove she could. Getting home last night, she'd eaten a truly ridiculous amount of food then gone straight to bed. This morning, she'd gotten up long enough to shower, get dressed, eat another ridiculous meal, and by the time she was done eating, she'd been so tired that it was straight back to bed for an extended nap.

She really needed to stop doing this. Mostly because the recovery period was so boring.

But she was awake again and getting impatient with sleeping so much. It was the last day before the trip and she had stuff to do! Pack, call people to let them know she was back and not to fuss, eat more...There were probably other things to add to that list like 'contact teachers about missed assignments' and stuff, but she was supposed to be taking it easy.

So, yeah. Time to get up. Really. Any minute now.

glacial_queen: (Pensive)
Now that she and Jason had embarrassed themselves thoroughly for Monday's class, Karla had a little time to spare to before her portal was ready to take her to Camelot for the weekend. It was good to get away from Fandom for awhile. Really good. The whole island just felt...stifling right now and Karla wanted to get away. Away from everything and everyone and the constant reminder that she'd messed up and...yeah. Just leave and forget everything for a few days.

So, in far better spirits that she would have ever assumed from a trip to go visit Arthur of all people, Karla was packing her things and even humming a little to herself. Hello, first good mood in something like three weeks.

Let's see how long it would last.

glacial_queen: (Authority)
Karla hadn't fallen asleep until well after the sun was in the sky, which meant that she hadn't woken up again until well into the afternoon. As soon as she did, she had to fight back the temptation to just pull the covers back over her head and go back to sleep. Maybe, if she slept long enough, it could all be a dream?

Not getting Raven back, no. Not that. But everything else? That would be awesome, thanks.

But sleeping more was the coward's way out--and would lead to a nasty headache anyway--so Karla reluctantly got up, put herself together, and tidied up her side of the room, all the while dreading the time when she would have to go and leave her door open in silent invitation. Should she use Craft--no. That would seem too much a summons. Warren would come to her when he was ready, no reason to push him. Just the door it would be then.

After the door was cracked in a silent invitation, she retreated to her desk, busying herself with feeding her frogs and flipping through a magazine she barely saw. Her Black Widow senses were silent but she was filled with a strong sense of foreboding anyway.

[For he who is anticipated, please!]
glacial_queen: (Sassy in a scruntchy sweater)
In a shocking turn of events that probably surprised absolutely no one, Karla was still in a fantastic mood. Honestly--and no disrespect meant to her boyfriend--most of her good mood stemmed from feeling free for the first time in a years. It was like a great weight had been lifted from her shoulders; the danger that had doggedly haunted her since she'd returned to the estate from the coven was no longer a threat.

And, okay, the rest of her good feelings came directly from the discovery that, yes, sex was as astral as everyone had said. She wondered if she should sent Alex Karev a note saying, "Fine, fine, you were right."

Since she was in such a good mood, she figured she should probably tackle cleaning her dorm, since she hadn't bothered to clean it much over the holidays and it was getting a little cluttered. She'd even do it by hand, since it was sorta homework for Home Ec. And hopefully this would give her something to do until the smugness wore off.

[Open door, open post! Friends, phone calls, and random passersby welcome, though I may be slow as I am also working on The Thesis.]
glacial_queen: (Gossip)
Karla was being very good today. Rather than fidgeting or spending all of her free time cataloging all the secret nooks and out-of-the way places she could think of on the island, she was channeling all of her extra energy into into checking on her various herbs and medicinal supplies. Between her conversations with Reno and Lady Ghanima, she thought knowing exactly what she had might come in handy.

Okay, mostly she was trying to distract herself from going down the hall and pouncing on her boyfriend. But this sounded better.

glacial_queen: (Pensive)
Karla was pretty sure that last year, she'd still been kind of shell-shocked by the island and panicking over having Uncle Saetan here to really notice just how emotional the whole island was. This time, having both another full year to get used to the island and only Morton for company, Karla was well-aware of all the different emotions battering at her shields. Love and joy and friendship, of course, but also fear and anger, guilt and pain.

Darkness only knew that if she was feeling the effects, what it was like for Ben and Raven. She wondered if they'd mind her showing up at their rooms with wine and ice cream. Because, well, damn.

She was just going to take a few more minutes to meditate and raise her inner barriers a bit higher before heading down to brunch. It would be just awful to be around all that food and have her stomach tied up in knots.

glacial_queen: (Reading)
There was a letter for Karla in the mail today. It bore the SaDiablo seal and was from Dhemlan, but just holding it filled Karla with foreboding. Even the feel of the fine linen paper under her fingers gave her a chill, like a cold, dead wind was blowing through her.

She shivered as she opened it, wishing with all her might that it was a bill for the kitchen or a written tirade from Mrs. Beale and Helene both.

It wasn't. )

All the breath whooshed out of her lungs and the note fluttered to the floor. Mini-Morton scurried over to pick it up with a series of concerned beeps, but Karla barely noticed.

Anger and planning would come later. Right now, there was only shock and a kind of fuzzy blankness.

[Door and post open. Morton's note written by the fantastic [ profile] glacial_warlord]
glacial_queen: (Discontent)
After a day like yesterday, all Karla wanted to do was relax. However, that was apparently not to be. She'd had several calls to make, both of which were probably going to lead to Discussions. Actually, she was rather hoping they did--she missed Jack utterly and, well, when it came to the whole Gaia/Edge/Midgar thing, she really needed guidance. Between her vow of silence and her worry of royally screwing up an entire planet's future, there wasn't a whole lot she could say. And she doubted Cloud was okay with what little she'd been able to tell him at 'Dite's yesterday.

You know, all this on top of yesterday. And the weekend. And the summer.

So Karla was just going to spend some quality time fretting, at least for a little while. Because that was productive, yes.

[Karla's expecting one, but open for cabinmates and friends anyway. SP warning in effect, as tonight is game night.]
glacial_queen: (Towel)
After her shower (Warren was right, she had gotten all dusty from scratching him), Karla returned to her room to get dressed. She threw on some clothes, pausing a minute before pulling on her shirt to examine her side in the mirror. It had been a week since her run-in with Sebastian and the giant bruise was only now just starting to fade from a purple-black to a sickly greenish-yellow. It was still pretty tender, too; she was sore from the bottom of her ribcage to the middle of her hip. Funny how it looked and felt like she'd been hit by a baby tree, since that was exactly what had happened.

It had been interesting week, that was for damn sure. Between Saetan showing up unexpectedly, dealing with Trigon, inviting some friends up to meet her uncle--which had gone well, but was stressful all the same, and her conversation with Sookie about uncles-who-weren' had just been a bit tough.

Rather than head back out and maybe chat with more newbies or congratulate Tara on an excellent party for Kennedy, Karla decided to curl up on her bed next to Hounddog and Moonshadow and settle in for a good brood.

[Establishy and linkdrop, but open is folks want to save Karla from brooding. Please note, the link to the conversation with Sookie carries a warning for triggery issues for sexual abuse.]
glacial_queen: (Pensive)
Okay. On a scale of 1 to awful, this was about a 9. Not only was Saetan here, trying to explain the Kaeleeran concept of Hell to people (while conveniently being able to check up on Karla while he was at it), but Raven's father Trigon was here as well. He hadn't forgotten his original plans for Karla, either.

Because that's what every girl wanted, right? To be married to a demon who thought loincloths were sexy and to die bearing his children. Riiiight.

So she'd left a message for Raven, so hopefully she could warn the girl about her incipient family reunion before she found out about it the hard way, and then lay back on her bed and contemplated running away from the island for the weekend.

Hell's fire, Mother Night, and may the Darkness be merciful.

[Establishy and link-droppy, but certainly open for visitors and phonecalls! Though SP for the afternoon as I'll be at a wedding.]
glacial_queen: (Pensive)
Karla was pacing. She was trying to reconcile Raven's accusation--an accusation Karla believed--with what she knew of Professor Max. She even have an easier time believing that he had attacked Raven physically or emotionally than believing that he was a sarden vampire.

Her talk with Jack had been illuminating, but still didn't really give her the answers she was looking for. How could she have been so wrong about Max? How could she have missed that in his psychic scent? How the Hell was 'Dite going to take the news when she found out?

And, as much as she didn't want to think of it, what was going to happen to Max? It didn't matter that this had to be a one time thing, perhaps brought on by a lack of feeding and a sudden frenzy; there was no way the school would keep Max on as a teacher after this. And Karla felt bad for him; yes, he hurt Raven, but she couldn't forget how he helped her learn to use the sword, how he braved the tormented mental landscape of her thoughts, and how he'd forgiven her when she confessed to the love potion.

In all, it made for one very pensive, very unhappy witch.

[Open! With bouts of SP warnings as tonight I run my Scion game. May become a linkdrop later.]


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