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]

//I'm still working on splitting the difference,// Jono replied, shrugging his shoulders, wishing he had pockets to stuff his hands into. //It was a desperate move, and it wasn't a situation I could've called for help in the middle of. Once he lost interest in them and turned his attention to me...//

Jono had rolled around on the ground for a bit, with no clear idea just what the difference was between himself and the people whose nightmare memories D'Spayre was forcing into his brain. He had been all of them at once, splintered and suffering and he'd just surrendered himself to the one chance he'd have to make it stop.

He shuddered a little. Even before his mind had been re-written by Weapon X, he'd had moments where he couldn't pick himself out inside of his own head.

//Didn't much feel like talking, after that.//

[glacial_queen]

"Dammit, Jono," Karla groused, headbutting him in the shoulder, before wrapping an arm around his waist. "What the Hell am I going to do with you?"

If anyone ever needed proof that Karla loved him, the lack of beatings she administered in a vain hope to start his brain would surely serve as proof.

[furnaceface]

//Send me to bed without dinner, I suppose,// Jono replied, reaching to smoothe a lock of hair from her forehead. //Ground me for a month. Really, there's no lack of options, is there?//

He shrugged his shoulders a little.

//If I told you about every time something tore me apart or kidnapped me or used me as a human battery while I was one of Emma's students, I suspect we'd be here a while.//

[glacial_queen]

"I could stop sharing my steak," Karla threatened, using a chunk of buttery fried potato to sop up some of the juice on her plate. "Just take this big bite and keep it all to myself."

Would serve him right, the brat.

[furnaceface]

//Well, did you want a numbered list, then?//

He was raising an eyebrow at Karla. And then a moment later he was smacking himself on the forehead with one hand.

//Never mind 'stop' sharing,// he added. //Link's open, but I forgot to start.//

They'd been discussing other, more important things than steak.

[glacial_queen]

Karla was just going to set her plate aside onto empty air and start laughing. "Oh, you great nit," she giggled. "Only you!"

That was earning him another companionable shoulder nudge.

"That tells me more about how you're doing that all your blustering about being fine," she said quietly when she was done laughing at him.

[furnaceface]

Jonothon gave his shoulders a slight hitch upwards, leaning back in her direction to nudge her shoulder right on back.

//I'm doing better than I was, at least. And really, we're all quite the pieces of work right now, aren't we?// He closed his eyes for a moment, chasing away the nightmare face that he'd stared at through Cecil's eyes, and then through Dr. Lecter's. //But no, I suppose I'm not fine. Not many people are, right now.//

[glacial_queen]

"Well, I am," Karla decided. "Other than this ridiculous cold."

She drew back the covers on the bed. "Come here. When was the last time you had a decent rest?"

[furnaceface]

//Decent? Karla, luv, I'd have to go back years.// He eyed those pulled back sheets for a moment, and then shrugged his shoulders a little. //You just want someplace warm to put your feet, don't you?//

[glacial_queen]

"I can't believe you would think that," Karla sniffed, which didn't actually answer his question. "Now shut up and crawl in. You can be the little spoon."

[furnaceface]

//It'd be warmer for you if I was the big spoon,// Jono noted, though he did give his head a shake before climbing into the bed, too. Platonic cuddling with someone who might as well be a sister? Yeah, he could go for that.

He didn't exactly get cuddles often.

//Suppose if nothing else, at least I can't develop a cough.//

[glacial_queen]

You would get cuddles and like it, Jono.

"It would be warmer, but you'd get bitchy if I tried to tuck my feet anywhere," Karla replied, giving him a glimpse into Warren's personal hell. "Besides, now I get to tell everyone that when we cuddle, Jono is the little spoon."

Guess who thought she was hilarious?

[furnaceface]

//How fortunate for me that nobody will ever believe that I agree to cuddle in the first place, hm?//

Because he wasn't going to admit to it.

[glacial_queen]

"Riiiiiight," Karla snerked. "Because you being a giant marshmallow softie is still this big deep, dark secret nobody knows about."

Feel the sarcasm, Jono. Feel it.

[furnaceface]

//Giant, hm?// Yes. Yes, that was what Jono was choosing to pay attention to.

[glacial_queen]

"The giantest. How you manage to get all that marshmallowy softness into your skinny self is a mystery of the ages."

Karla settled down into a comfortable position and opened her arms. "Get over here, Softy McCuddles."

[furnaceface]

//You know, wearing a kilt doesn't automatically mean I get a McName,// Jono replied, rolling his eyes but settling in all the same. //I'm British, not Scottish.//

So there.

//Anyway, I think we all know the answer is, 'I don't fit it all.' I mean... Have you taken a good look at me lately?//

That's right. That fire was really just pillowy softness in disguise.

[glacial_queen]

"Like there's a difference," Karla said, waving that distinction away. "One of you has accents like Scelt, but that's about it."

Because even without a mouth, Jono could still sputter and it was hilarious.

[furnaceface]

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//I no longer want to cuddle,// Jono informed her, his tone working up to a good mock-sulk. //You'll have to find yourself a new little spoon.//

So there.

[glacial_queen]

"Aww, don't get your kilty knickers in a twist," Karla said, petting his pretty, pretty hair. "I was only teasing. The group of you that sounds like you're sucking on marbles is clearly the superior group."

Going. To. Hell.

[furnaceface]

//Marbles!?// Oh, she was getting a dirty look for that one, stolen over his shoulder. //Just for that, I might have to drag you to see Don't Go Rounin' Roun to Re Ro again.//

That would show her.

[glacial_queen]

"I already told you," Karla said, crossing her arms over her chest and glaring at him. "I'm not watching that movie again without subtitles."