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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[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."