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!]
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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Date: 2014-04-13 12:24 am (UTC)"..The one who worked at a restaurant or something?"
Sorry, Momoko. Best she had right now.
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Date: 2014-04-13 12:35 am (UTC)"Warren Peace. He was a student my first year at Fandom. We dated until he was killed saving someone during a zombie attack and had to go home to get over it." Skating over all the important bits that still hurt, yes, moving on.
"Sort of my Priestly, I guess? Even down to the dying and cooking."
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Date: 2014-04-13 12:49 am (UTC)"Ouch," Karla said, wishing Momoko was present to give her a sympathetic hug. "And he was...there? At Fandom? You were there?"
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Date: 2014-04-13 01:53 am (UTC)"He was. Really him. He said he had tried to get back to Fandom and ended up trapped in a future one instead. That's why he hasn't been able to return my calls or emails lately. But we had a good time."
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Date: 2014-04-13 02:20 am (UTC)BRAAAAAAAAAT.
Aren't you glad you had another little sister, Momoko?
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Date: 2014-04-13 03:35 am (UTC)