Rome, Italy Thursday Evening Fandom Time

[glacial_queen]

Even in Kaeleer, Karla made sure to keep a Fandom-based calendar handy, so she could keep track of things like friends' birthdays and things like that. A few days ago, she'd noted another anniversary was coming up, but not one as fun or exciting as a birthday.

Thursday, May 10th, was the day that Triela had died, last year. Funny how it felt like both more and less than that long. Funny how much it still hurt, an ache in her heart she doubted would ever go away.

After seeing that, Karla had made a few handwavy calls to people, friends of hers and Triela's that she thought might want to join her sojourn back to Italy. Unsurprisingly, several people had already made separate plans to do just that, but didn't mind combining those plans with hers. Karla couldn't speak for everyone, of course, but she was sure that very few people wanted to go back and remember their friend alone.

For once, Portalocity was willing to work with her, and she was able to set up several portals to meet in Rome for Thursday afternoon and a return set for late Thursday evening. Hopefully that would give everyone time to...do whatever they needed to do today.

[For any friends of Triela's who want to meet up. If you think you'd've gotten a phone call, you absolutely did. Give a sec for OCD. NFB, NFI]

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Re: Arrive

[glacial_queen]

"I like that we all brought gifts," Karla said. She was also holding tea, as well as a potted plant.

There was also a box of chocolate waiting, but that was for the living, not the dead.

"It still doesn't feel entirely real, does it?"

Re: Arrive

[blondecanary.livejournal.com]

"No," Dinah admitted, putting an arm around Karla. "Not that she's gone, or that it's been a year already.. Either thing." She sighed. "What kind of plant is that?"

Re: Arrive

[glacial_queen]

"Rosemary," Karla said, offering the pot to Dinah for a closer look. "Rosemary for remembrance. And there are forget-me-nots in an identical pot back in my suite at the Hall. This way, whenever I water it..." She shrugged. "Well, I won't forget."

Re: Arrive

[blondecanary.livejournal.com]

"Like in Shakespeare." Dinah petting a tiny frond, and smiled, thinking how appropriate it was from Karla. "Aww, that's... yeah." She sighed. "The teddy bear is for the other girls, I think. It'd probably just get rained on if I left it on her grave." She still half-wanted to do so.

Re: Arrive

[glacial_queen]

"Better for the girls, yeah," Karla agreed, trying to smile. "Triela would be sad if a teddy bear got ruined."

And it was possible one of the other girls needed it. And didn't even know she did.

"You still have--of course you still have yours. Stupid question."

Re: Arrive

[blondecanary.livejournal.com]

"Augustus." Dinah's smiled was crooked. "On my bed in the dorms." She ducked her head into a mumble. "I talk to him, sometimes. When Gabby's not there."

Re: Arrive

[glacial_queen]

Karla's smile got a little less forced at that and she wrapped her arms around Dinah. "He's a good listener," she pointed out. "No reason to be ashamed."

Re: Arrive

[blondecanary.livejournal.com]

"Yeah," Dinah whispered back. She wanted to think she was too old for that, but... she hadn't really had any idea how to deal when her Mom died. Talking to a stuffed bear seemed to help with Triela. She'd loved him too. She leaned her head against Karla's and sent, Thank you for organizing this. How are you dealing?

Re: Arrive

[glacial_queen]

*Most of the reason I did was so that I couldn't chicken out of coming,* Karla confessed, leaning right back. *I wish I weren't so bad at this.*

Re: Arrive

[blondecanary.livejournal.com]

Oh honey. We all do. But nobody wants to be good at this... it just means you've done it too many times. She hugged Karla close and sighed. Just remember that Triela would think it's silly. She won't care about what we have to do. This is for us, not her.

Re: Arrive

[glacial_queen]

Karla didn't have a reply to that. Instead, she drew what comfort she could from Dinah's quiet wisdom and squeezed her hand. *Thank you,* she sent. *For everything.*