Room 218, Sunday Afternoon
Dec. 18th, 2011 02:01 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
glacial_queenKarla'd had an excuse why she'd missed the wrapped present on her bed Friday night. She and Warren had been awake for almost twenty-four hours, fought in a battle, had gotten hurled into a bridge, made up, and then she'd performed at the Showcase. Karla counted herself lucky that she'd managed to make it to a bed, never mind her own, before collapsing and sleeping like the dead. She'd managed to drag herself to Dite's suite the next morning for baking and cookies and a Conversation, and had blearily just tossed the blankets over the top of the bed and called it made without paying attention to what else might be getting covered: pillows, pilfered stuffed animals, presents...
The excuse for missing it last night was a little thinner. She'd fallen asleep on top of her covers, reading a book and had been mostly asleep by the time she got cold enough to crawl under her blankets.
But the second thing she'd noticed when she'd finally woken up this afternoon--the first being the adorably fluffy baby penguin who'd managed to sneak into her room and cuddle with her--was a wrapped gift half-hidden under one of her pillows. All the possibilities she'd come up with for what it could be--a gift from her roommate before Gabs had left? A gesture from Warren? Random Fandom whimsy?--had not prepared her for the bloody horror within.
Her little penguin friend vanished out the door in a flurry of tiny, grey feathers as Karla opened her present and began screaming.
[Warnings for a hideous--but non-bloody--horse head statue in the last link]
The excuse for missing it last night was a little thinner. She'd fallen asleep on top of her covers, reading a book and had been mostly asleep by the time she got cold enough to crawl under her blankets.
But the second thing she'd noticed when she'd finally woken up this afternoon--the first being the adorably fluffy baby penguin who'd managed to sneak into her room and cuddle with her--was a wrapped gift half-hidden under one of her pillows. All the possibilities she'd come up with for what it could be--a gift from her roommate before Gabs had left? A gesture from Warren? Random Fandom whimsy?--had not prepared her for the bloody horror within.
Her little penguin friend vanished out the door in a flurry of tiny, grey feathers as Karla opened her present and began screaming.
[Warnings for a hideous--but non-bloody--horse head statue in the last link]
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Date: 2011-12-18 07:14 pm (UTC)He appeared in her doorway, ruffled and wide-eyed, one hand flexed slightly while he looked around for anyone or anything that was in dire need of a set of claws to the face.
... The baby penguin couldn't possibly be it.
"Uh, Karla?"
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Date: 2011-12-18 07:15 pm (UTC)When she realized the screaming was coming from Karla's room, she felt blind panic going through her.
"Karla!" She yelled out as she made it to the doorway. Then she switched to a distaff thread when she saw her friend screaming. *Karla, what is it? It's Cassidy and I'm coming in.*
You did not intrude on a Black Widow's space without making sure she knew you were a friend.
[[OOC: Did not realize door was open. *facepalms*]]
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Date: 2011-12-18 07:20 pm (UTC)Because screaming usually meant something was wrong, but there didn't look to be anything out of the ordinary, so...
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Date: 2011-12-18 07:28 pm (UTC)"They killed my horse!" she wailed.
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Date: 2011-12-18 07:30 pm (UTC)"You know that's not a real horse, right?"
He had to be sure. This could be a gremlin thing or something.
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Date: 2011-12-18 07:31 pm (UTC)Karla was starting to calm down a little--you know, so long as she didn't actually look at the thing--and sent a wordless nudge of assent out to Cassidy. "It was awful!" she said, hiding her eyes.
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Date: 2011-12-18 07:33 pm (UTC)By now, Karla was feeling pretty stupid. And thinking about climbing under her covers and never coming back out. "I was startled..." she said, a little lamely. "There was a bloody horse's head in my bed."
Or, you know, paint on a marble statue. LOOK. KARLA HAD HAD A ROUGH DAY-WEEK-THINGY.
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Date: 2011-12-18 07:34 pm (UTC)"...a real one?"
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Date: 2011-12-18 07:34 pm (UTC)"Mother Night!" Not wanting to touch it,she used Craft to move some of the paper to cover it so that Karla didn't have to see it any more while they talked. "Where in all of the Realms did that come from?"
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Date: 2011-12-18 07:41 pm (UTC)In Karla's defense, the horse's head was pretty hideous, even without the paint.
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Date: 2011-12-18 07:42 pm (UTC)So...she had no idea. Though a few suspicions.
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Date: 2011-12-18 07:44 pm (UTC)Way to point out the flaw in her explanation there, Tony.
"But it scared me. I wasn't fully awake yet."
And she had been having dreams about ashes in her mouth. Ashes that had once been people, Jean.
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Date: 2011-12-18 07:44 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-12-18 07:47 pm (UTC)He edged into the room, followed by a small flock of equally baffled penguins.
"...Who killed your horse?"
He hadn't actually been aware that Karla had a horse.
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Date: 2011-12-18 07:48 pm (UTC)Oh, Tony. Don't try to make jokes.
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Date: 2011-12-18 07:51 pm (UTC)"Er." Wesley rapped his knuckles on the doorframe. "Is everything all right?"
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Date: 2011-12-18 07:57 pm (UTC)Now, mind, she'd had horses growing up. But she'd had to leave them behind when she'd run away. WHICH JUST ADDED ANOTHER LAYER OF TRAUMA, THANKS SO MUCH KITTY.
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Date: 2011-12-18 07:59 pm (UTC)That's right, Karla. You just keep telling yourself that.
"It was there. In my bed."
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Date: 2011-12-18 07:59 pm (UTC)Warren was just growing more and more baffled here, Karla. He kind of hadn't been around for that.
Or anywhere at all for that, really.
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Date: 2011-12-18 08:00 pm (UTC)...She didn't normally freak out about horse heads in her bed, Tony. Just throwing that out there.
On the other hand, this was the first time that had happened. So, who knew?
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Date: 2011-12-18 08:01 pm (UTC)A statue. With paint on it. Not even life-sized. But it was the principle, Wesley. The principle.
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Date: 2011-12-18 08:02 pm (UTC)"You're good?" So he knew before getting into any sort of conversation.
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Date: 2011-12-18 08:05 pm (UTC)Darkness help Cassidy if Karla ever tried to explain Dungeons and Dragons to her.
"It was horrible to do something like this to you, but it's even more cruel spirited for them to leave it in your bed."
She glared at the covered-up head. "May I vanish it, Karla? I don't like the idea of you having to do anything with this." She paused, trying to hide her own horror over the thing; and then a thought occurred to her. "Can you pick up the psychic scent of who left it?"
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Date: 2011-12-18 08:06 pm (UTC)Brave rogue demon hunter that he was, Wesley took a cautious step forward, then another, and --
"...Karla, it's a statue."
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Date: 2011-12-18 08:09 pm (UTC)Give Karla a few more minutes and she'd realize how ridiculous she sounded. Really.
"And then I woke up this morning--" afternoon "--and saw that."