The Queen's Chambers, Sidra, Glacia, Sunday Afternoon (Fandom Time)

[glacial_queen]

It had been a long and miserable two weeks. Just ask anyone who had had the misfortune of dealing with their Queen. Karla was a terrible patient; somehow managing to be a tyrant even when she was coughing so hard she could barely speak. It was a good thing her nasty chest cold had also kept her asleep a great deal, or it was possible she would have been overthrown by her own Court.

Now, however, she was on the mend. Which, on the positive side, meant she was feeling almost human again--and behaving that way. On the negative side, it also meant she was bored out of her mind. Morton and Julian had finally made good their escape after their third straight hour of playing cradle, her lunch lay untouched because she was tired of soup and toast, and the next person who came in to make her take another foul-tasting brew was going to get kicked in the face.

There was clearly only one thing to do. Call people and whine about how bored she was. Also, check up on anyone who had gotten tangled up in the latest bout of Fandom crazy, but mostly the whining and bored thing

Let's see. Who to call first?

[Open for phone calls, visitors, and them what live here. If you think Karla would have called you, she did!]

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[furnaceface]

Some people didn't need to be called. They simply cleared up a slot on their busy schedule, bought themselves a portal ticket, and stopped by for a visit.

While wearing a kilt. Jono would thank people to ignore that part. He randomly wound up wearing the bloody things more often than he'd care to admit.

//Knock knock.//

Because it would be rude to just walk in. Or... something.

[glacial_queen]

"Did you bring something to eat that isn't invalid food?"

Such a sweet girl.

[furnaceface]

//... Define 'invalid food,' and then I'll figure out if I need to head back to the kitchen,// Jono replied, looking down at the plate in his hand.

Steak and potatoes, Karla. Because he loved you.

And because he loved steak.

And yes, he'd had to argue with a handful of Healers about it on the way to her room, too. It was a wonder they didn't try to kill him in his sleep when he was in Sidra.

[endsthegame]

Well. His Fandom phone was ringing. "Wiggin here," Ender answered, just to stave off any use of his first name one way or the other.

"You're going to regret that," Jane sing-songed in his other ear.

[glacial_queen]

"Wiggin, huh?" Karla sounded amused. "Well, this is Her Majesty, Queen of Glacia, who is also too good for first names."

Just be glad her throat was still healing from two weeks of nigh-constant coughing. It stopped her from squealing 'Ender!' into the phone at high volume.

[endsthegame]

"Sorry," Ender said easily. "First names have become a little more complicated since the last time we spoke."

He took a head start and began ignoring Jane's running commentary early.

[bitten_notshy]

Jack had absolutely nothing to do today, so it was really no surprise he picked up the phone. He saw it was Karla calling and answered with a complaint:

"The island put me in a kilt."

[glacial_queen]

"What are you wearing beneath it?"

SHE WAS ASKING FOR REASONS!

[bitten_notshy]

"The traditional kilt undergarments," Jack answered with a smirk Karla could probably hear. "Why do you ask?"

[sharp_as_knives]

Hannibal had just returned home from his handwavy session with Derek when his phone rang. He juggled it to one ear as he took off his coat. "Hello?"

[glacial_queen]

"Are you in a kilt, too?"

Greetings were for other people. Karla really, really needed to know whether or not Hannibal was in a kilt, too. She wasn't going to ask him about his underwear or lack there of, but if she could somehow convince him to get a selfie...

[sharp_as_knives]

"...Not precisely, no." Apparently, the island had decided to put him, for some odd reason, in a leather armored skirt. On the bright side, after attempting a few times to take it off, he now had quite a bit of good leather, should he ever need it.

And he was definitely wearing underwear. Sorry, Karla. "I take it this latest oddity has spread to your land, as well?"

[trigons_child]

"Karla!" Raven exclaimed, sweeping into the room.

"Why did no one tell me you were ill? I would have healed you!" she scolded. Not that she'd exactly been around much. She'd been back to Glacia a few times to make certain there were no messages about anything that needed her attention, but in between she'd been jumping to Fandom or whatever dimension caught her whim.

[glacial_queen]

"Because I wouldn't let them," Karla said stubbornly--well, as stubbornly as she could wrapped in a thick nightgown with blankets and pillows tucked around her. "You needed room and space and you wouldn't get that, worrying after me."

[trigons_child]

"Nonsense," Raven said, sitting on the edge of the bed. "I am your Healer, and you are my priority."

She reached for Karla's hands. "At least allow me to take what lingers from you."

[give-areason.livejournal.com]

It was... rather rare for her phone to ring.

She answered it without looking at the number, half-hoping and half not daring to hope that it would be Tseng. Or Reno.

"Rosalind."

[glacial_queen]

Sorry, Rosalind. It was a Karla with a nasty cough, a long afternoon of nothing, and access to a phone.

"Hello Rosalind," she said. "It's Karla. Do you have a few minutes to talk? I know how crazy the island's been recently. Wanted to touch base, see if everything was getting back to normal. Give you a chance you complain about wearing a kilt."

Totally not making sure Rosalind was okay! Of course she was okay, she was a Turk. But, y'know, sometimes some people just needed to talk! After things happened!

[give-areason.livejournal.com]

It wasn't Karla's fault that Rosalind's heart sunk at the sound of her voice.

"You sound terrible," Rosalind said mildly. "Should you be calling people, right now? Resting would be better for you."

Sorry Karla, Rosalind was a big sister under all the Turk-ness.

"Though I concede I can't stop you. I have time to talk. Though the kilt is a bit out of my usual style."

But she looked really, really good in it, with a white dress shirt. That made it hard to complain too much about it.

[heromaniac]

"Oh thank GOODNESS!" Momoko's relief was obvious when she picked up the phone. Caller I'd was wonderful. Momoko's face peered into the vid-phone anxiously. "What HAPPENED?!?!?!? You were gone and portalocity said I couldn't have a portal and no one answered their phones and I was so worried and even Dinah didn't know what was wrong and then SHE went all weird and Jono lost his head and I hoped it was just stuff with Fandom and not some horrible plot by Hobart and the Council...?"

And better get a response in there, Karla, while Momoko takes a second to breathe.


[slow cause am at mom's, but wanted to get this in!]

[glacial_queen]

Was a fit of hacking a decent response? Because that was what Karla had for you Momoko. A nice, long coughing fit and then a raspy, "...No?"

[Yay! And no worries about slow!]

[heromaniac]

"No?"

Momoko frowned at the phone. "What part is no? And why are you coughing?"

[blondecanary.livejournal.com]

Dinah'd had a week to deal, so, yay, PHONE.

"You're alive! And awake! Are you still sick, though?"

[sp is yay, if you are up for that.]

[glacial_queen]

"I'm on the mend," Karla said grumpily. "Which means that I'm feeling just enough better to be completely aware of how miserable I feel."

Which was why she was calling you now, Dinah. For pettings and sympathy and entertainment, because she'd worn out the patience of everyone else around her.

[ALWAYS up for SP, bb!]

[anarchist-queen.livejournal.com]

"Karla! How old are you?"

[glacial_queen]

Karla blinked. That was not the hello she was expecting.

"Twenty-one?"