A Deserted Spot on the Beach, Saturday Night

The beach was cold and and empty; just the waves and the water and the wind right now. It was good. Soothing. Like the wind could just hollow her out, blow everything away. Raven had gone up to the roof for some alone time and Karla couldn't help feeling grateful for that. She needed some time too. To think, to reflect. In so small part, to castigate. What she'd done to Warren...

But more than that, she needed to talk to someone. A very specific someone. The person who had warned her about this very tendency before. And what had she done? Gotten huffy. Now, she wished with everything she had that she had listened. Maybe that they'd had this talk sooner. Something.

Anything to change what she'd done.

Now she was standing and the dust was settling and she had no idea if there was anything left to salvage.

[For one, please!]

Room 218, Sunday Afternoon

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!]