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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[bitten_notshy]

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

[glacial_queen]

A mutual audible smirking, yes.

"Don't you remember, Jack?" Karla drawled, leaning back against her pillows. "I'm a stickler for tradition."

[bitten_notshy]

"Silly of me to think you might feel any other way," Jack replied, and that smirk had broadened into a grin. "Would asking your opinion on corsets get me into trouble?"

[glacial_queen]

"Only your wallet," Karla teased right back. "A good corset is expensive. But sexy as hell."

She laughed outright. "Though now I'm picturing you in a corset and a kilt. Who needs tradition with an image like that, hmm?"

[bitten_notshy]

Jack took just a moment to ponder this.

"It's true, I'd be pretty enough," he said breezily. "But I think corsets lose something without breasts at the top. I can be a traditionalist too."

[glacial_queen]

"Well, then, who were you thinking about getting a corset for? And in a completely random topic switch, did you know that birthday is at the end of this Fandom month?"

Her birthday according to the Glacian calendar had passed a little while ago, but she'd been pregnant and Warren and Raven evil for it, so there hadn't been much in the way of celebrations or presents.

[bitten_notshy]

Jack let the first question pass unanswered. "I did now that you mentioned it," he said, as charmingly as possible. "I knew it was in the spring, anyhow. Are you doing something for it?"

[glacial_queen]

He was lucky he was charming!

"Possibly." Karla considered the idea. "We were planning on doing something for when my birthday passed in Glacia, but Fandom was playing games again. I guess it thought I'd want a little bundle of joy for my birthday."

Which, among many other problems, meant no drinking. Fandom gifts were the worst!

[bitten_notshy]

"Yikes, you didn't actually have a baby before things went back to normal, did you?"

It was good to make sure of these things!

"And yes, the island was being especially droll this spring. I got to be a vampire. Again."

[glacial_queen]

"Ooooh noo," Karla said, making a face. "In a way, that almost would have been better, because then I would have had Craft again. Instead, I was just fat, hot, cantankerous, and Craftless."

With Warren and Raven both evil and doing their worst to tear her--and Sidra--apart.

She'd be considering children when she was thirty-six and not a moment sooner, ugh. "Same vampire as before? Or a different one? And how weird is it that Fandom keeps track of things like that?"

[bitten_notshy]

"That's an excellent question," Jack said thoughtfully. "It was such a different circumstance I can't say for sure. There was less lurking in graveyards and more just trying to go about my business this time, which I suppose is a good thing."

He paused. "And now I'm wondering what happened to the baby when you quit being pregnant. I suppose it just stopped having ever existed."

[glacial_queen]

...There was a question that she hadn't thought of before. Huh. Food for thought.

"Is it terrible for me to say that I'm pretty okay with that?" Karla asked. "I'm twenty-one. Now is not the time for me to be thinking about babies. It's barely even the time for me to be thinking about being able to buy booze from The Devil's Nest!"

[bitten_notshy]

"Believe me, I'm in no hurry either," Jack said firmly. "Besides, it would be dreadful for you to have a child only because the island was being cruel again."

[glacial_queen]

"Ugh." Karla said eloquently. "I can't even make my aristos stop sniping at my fiancée. Can you imagine me trying to wade through children?"

And there was the whole underlying issue of not wanting to make the same mistakes her parents did. But that was neither here nor there.

"Speaking of the Devil's Nest, I've just decided that's where I'm going to throw my birthday party."

A much better topic!

[bitten_notshy]

Jack's voice brightened at that. Birthday parties were a much better topic than children, or the lack thereof.

"Because you have excellent taste," he said. "Fantastic. I'll make sure the DJ doesn't ruin it by playing The Chicken Dance all night."

[glacial_queen]

"Best present," Karla said. "Though that will deprive us of watching a Jono slowly lose his mind over the course of the night."

Because Karla was a terrible friend, that was why.

"So, yes, something raucous and extravagant. That sounds like fun, right? A good way to celebrate my very existence?"

[bitten_notshy]

"Jono was walking around with a furnace for a head for weeks," Jack said. "He deserves a break and some non-dreadful music. And you deserve a celebration of your existence. Anything else I could set up for you?"

[glacial_queen]

"We should probably have plenty of food," Karla said thoughtfully. "To absorb some of the alcohol, if nothing else. Though we can take care of that if you'd rather. I don't suppose you can convince your boss to wear his leather pants and be our live entertainment for the evening? He looks like he has moves.

[Apologies for the break! Remicaid & crazy over here.]

[bitten_notshy]

"I can try an appeal to his vanity," Jack offered. "But getting him to sing or dance is another thing entirely. Pity. It'd be fun for everyone if he was willing. Either way -- I can order food, absolutely."

[glacial_queen]

"That perfect!" Karla said happily. "Thank you, darling! An excellent birthday bash is exactly what I think we need."

'We' as in everyone, possibly the whole damn island. Because of course they were all invited. Why wouldn't they be?