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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[blondecanary.livejournal.com]

"That actually sounds-- pretty great," Dinah admitted. "Those two, yeah. Momoko knows some of it, but I'm not sure she gets it. And maybe, maybe Raven will have some ideas too." She sighed. "And you're still five-six, right? I will always be bigger in one way!" Or more. Heh.

[glacial_queen]

Definitely 'or more.' Sigh.

"We can all sit and talk about how much everything sucked and offer advice and shoulders and all that good stuff," Karla promised. "No matter how bad it is, there's nothing that can't be made a little bit better between the four of us."

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

[blondecanary.livejournal.com]

Here's hoping Karla was right.

"AT least a bit. Yeah." Dinah smiled. "I'll see you Saturday then. Any hints for gifts? Or you're getting perfumes and poisons and poignards."

[aww, never worry. *hugs*]

[glacial_queen]

"You say that like that's a bad thing," Karla said, blinking in confusion at her phone. "Why wouldn't I want those things?"

[blondecanary.livejournal.com]

"'Cause I've given them to you before, and you can make your own perfumes, and my creativity is at an all time low?" Dinah grinned though. "But if you're happy with that, that's the kind of thing you're getting."

[glacial_queen]

"I can still use them, I haven't had time to make my own in years, and I think we're both pretty drained of creativity. Something safe and unsurprising is pretty much right up my alley," Karla said.

"Aww, Hell's fire, I am old!"

[blondecanary.livejournal.com]

Dinah cackled a little at that; she had to.

"You're tired and you're getting over being sick... and you're old old old," she chanted, giggling. "It's been nearly five years since I met a teeny fifteen-year-old in Fandom and she planned to re-conquer her kingdom, and look! You did it! You must be old."

[glacial_queen]

"Technically, it's been over six on my end," Karla sighed. "And I was hardly teeny. 5'5 is perfectly average height!"

[blondecanary.livejournal.com]

"We fattened you up since then," Dinah said stubbornly, giggling. "And I it's been closer that for me, too, I guess, given the time during the War... but still. If you're going to be older than me? You're gonna be old."

[glacial_queen]

"I'm gonna tell Helena you were calling her old," Karla declared. "Then watch and laugh and eat popcorn while she kicks your ass all over the Clocktower and so there!"