Karla hated the entire world this morning. It was very similar to the mood she'd woken up in yesterday morning, only today had brought the added gift of pain. Her head was throbbing in time to her heartbeat and her entire body felt like it had been beaten. Repeatedly. With the logs they'd been using as firewood.
There was movement in and around the cabin, which only made Karla's headache worse. She attempted to put up an aural shield around her room, but even that light bit of Craft made her wish for death. What in Hellfires happened last night? she wondered in between waves of pain. Details were blurry, but she did remember sharing the wine she'd stolen from her uncle.
But wine wasn't enough to make her feel like the demon-dead after an afternoon in the sun. Darker-Jeweled Blood processed alcohol very quickly; it took hard work, determination, and something much stronger that simple wine to get them drunk. That went double for Black Widows, whose bodies were adept at neutralizing poisons. So what...?
Leda. One of Karla's last clear memories of the evening was Leda giving her a drink of...something. After the drink was when things started to get hazy--had she really been clinging to Jon O'Neill's arm and trying to find bawdy songs to sing? Mother Night, please let that be a hallucination.
*Leda,* Karla sent over a general distaff thread. It was too much effort to try and find Leda specifically. *You're gonna have to talk real fast if you don't want me to throttle you next time we meet.*
[Mostly establishy, but open to people who *want* to deal with a cranky and hungover Karla. A 'general distaff thread' means that the thought was broadcast over the entire campground, and any female who can hear thoughts can pick it up if she wants.]
There was movement in and around the cabin, which only made Karla's headache worse. She attempted to put up an aural shield around her room, but even that light bit of Craft made her wish for death. What in Hellfires happened last night? she wondered in between waves of pain. Details were blurry, but she did remember sharing the wine she'd stolen from her uncle.
But wine wasn't enough to make her feel like the demon-dead after an afternoon in the sun. Darker-Jeweled Blood processed alcohol very quickly; it took hard work, determination, and something much stronger that simple wine to get them drunk. That went double for Black Widows, whose bodies were adept at neutralizing poisons. So what...?
Leda. One of Karla's last clear memories of the evening was Leda giving her a drink of...something. After the drink was when things started to get hazy--had she really been clinging to Jon O'Neill's arm and trying to find bawdy songs to sing? Mother Night, please let that be a hallucination.
*Leda,* Karla sent over a general distaff thread. It was too much effort to try and find Leda specifically. *You're gonna have to talk real fast if you don't want me to throttle you next time we meet.*
[Mostly establishy, but open to people who *want* to deal with a cranky and hungover Karla. A 'general distaff thread' means that the thought was broadcast over the entire campground, and any female who can hear thoughts can pick it up if she wants.]
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Date: 2009-05-16 10:16 pm (UTC)Which is why he tapped very, very lightly on the wall of Karla's alcove.
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Date: 2009-05-16 10:35 pm (UTC)There was some additional muttering and then she called, "All right, come in." Her voice was less hoarse, but still grumpy. "And I might let you live if you brought coffee. Or if you promise to keep your voice down."
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Date: 2009-05-16 10:44 pm (UTC)He did have coffee though, two nice, hot, caffeinated coffees, and offered one the cups.
"So, I guess I don't need to ask how you're feeling," he said, quietly.
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Date: 2009-05-16 11:05 pm (UTC)She sipped the coffee in silence for a few minutes.
"So other than earning my eternal appreciation, what brings you here?" Karla asked.
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Date: 2009-05-16 11:23 pm (UTC)He waited a moment before bringing up why he came. "They say the best cure for a hangover is to work on another hangover. And there's this party today. Well, two of them actually."
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Date: 2009-05-16 11:44 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-05-16 11:50 pm (UTC)"Well, there's one at the lighthouse, and then someone's birthday party on the beach, but you have to wear green for that one. We could wake up Leda with some loud music and make her go with."
Yes, he was a bit of a jerk sometimes.
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Date: 2009-05-17 12:02 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-05-17 12:06 am (UTC)"We'll have to find her first. I'm not sure where some of my cabinmates ended up."
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Date: 2009-05-17 12:14 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-05-17 12:21 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-05-17 12:34 am (UTC)Karla gave Jon a stern glare. "Tonight, only one bottle of wine, and not a single drop of Leda's...whatever it was. I don't think I could handle another morning like this. How do people do it?"
She saluted Jon with the coffee and finished it it off in one long swallow. Then peered suspiciously at the dregs. "Mother Night! What did you put in here? I feel...a helluva lot better."
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Date: 2009-05-17 12:39 am (UTC)"Coffee. Just, made with the really good beans." Say, the stuff that Daniel was always dishing out forty some dollars a pound for. "Lots of nice caffeine in it."
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Date: 2009-05-17 12:55 am (UTC)Karla swung her legs out from under the blankets, remembered exactly what she was wearing, and swung them back, flushing. No male had seen her knees since well before her father died.
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Date: 2009-05-17 01:21 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-05-17 01:31 am (UTC)Knees were bad enough. If she were caught in a towel, she'd probably die.
Well, someone would anyway.
And if you happen to go to the fire, who is there but our third naughty musketeer?no subject
Date: 2009-05-17 01:36 am (UTC)And that's where he'll be. (http://community.livejournal.com/fandomhighdorms/1643739.html?thread=137115355#t137115355)