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Throwing herself headlong into the duties of Haven had helped Karla come to terms with what had happened in that other Fandom--and, by 'come to terms,' she meant 'repress until almost a month had passed and she could pretend she believed that none of it mattered because it hadn't really been her.' Even the realization that some version of her had deliberately slept with Peter (and enjoyed it! Multiple times! Ew!) was now capable of only causing her to flinch. And occasionally shudder.
See? Progress!
After the inevitable scolding over being gone for two weeks with no word when they'd said they'd be gone only a few days at most (somehow, the argument that they'd gotten stuck in a time-vortex that had made them live out the lives of alternate selves hadn't seemed to garner much sympathy), they'd gotten back to a village hit hard by a nasty case of the measles, brought into the village by a sick family that had fled when their eldest daughter's snake-tooth had finally shown through. Two weeks later, the epidemic had finally passed. They hadn't lost a single life, though everyone had been run ragged, either suffering from the bout or helping nurse those who had been.
Of course, now it was about time to start getting the harvest in, which would mean yet more work with everyone pitching in and helping, but for now, at least, they had a day or so to breathe and relax. Though, it had to be admitted that Karla was dreading looking at her phone. She'd turned it off the day they'd arrived and hadn't checked it since.
Hmm. Maybe she could go do another round of the people who were still recovering instead?
[Open for residents, visitors, phone calls, and random people who just decided to drop by. *Easies* NFB for distance]
See? Progress!
After the inevitable scolding over being gone for two weeks with no word when they'd said they'd be gone only a few days at most (somehow, the argument that they'd gotten stuck in a time-vortex that had made them live out the lives of alternate selves hadn't seemed to garner much sympathy), they'd gotten back to a village hit hard by a nasty case of the measles, brought into the village by a sick family that had fled when their eldest daughter's snake-tooth had finally shown through. Two weeks later, the epidemic had finally passed. They hadn't lost a single life, though everyone had been run ragged, either suffering from the bout or helping nurse those who had been.
Of course, now it was about time to start getting the harvest in, which would mean yet more work with everyone pitching in and helping, but for now, at least, they had a day or so to breathe and relax. Though, it had to be admitted that Karla was dreading looking at her phone. She'd turned it off the day they'd arrived and hadn't checked it since.
Hmm. Maybe she could go do another round of the people who were still recovering instead?
[Open for residents, visitors, phone calls, and random people who just decided to drop by. *Easies* NFB for distance]
