Room 218, Mon--Tues--Whatever the Hell Day it is Evening

[glacial_queen]

On day three of the Cold That Would Not Die, Karla blearily swam back to consciousness sometime that evening. Ugh. Where had the days gone? Oh right, they'd gotten lost somewhere in a bottle of heavy duty cough syrup. She was tempted to take more and go back to sleep until she felt less like she'd been hit by a rickshaw or three, but she was also starving and badly needed a shower.

She sent Mini-Morton off to try to scavenge her something to eat while she made a quick trip to the bathroom. It was kind of amazing how much better a shower could make you feel after several days of being almost completely comatose. Back in her room, she found Gabrielle's note and tried not to worry over much about her roommate.

Ahahaha, yeah. Right.

Climbing back into bed, she waited for Mini-Morton to come back with something edible (hopefully) tried to keep herself entertained by playing solitaire. That would be a lot easier to do if she wasn't so easily distracted by--wow. Did you know that there were faces in the patterns of the ceiling tiles? Cooool.

[Door and post open. Method RP FTWL]

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[brat_inslayage]

Not that Kennedy could just wander up to the dorms, but she did have a phone that worked again, and hadn't gotten over the novelty of that yet.

Sooooooo-- that'd be your phone ringing, Karla.

[[that is, if you don't mind indulging some massive sp?]]

[glacial_queen]

"'Lo?" Karla said, sounding stuffed up and rather nasaly. Then, as she noticed the caller ID, "Kennedy! You're here! And okay! It's so good to hear from you!"


[Massive SP tastes like candy. Not that I can taste anything right now...]

[brat_inslayage]

"Hey, Karla. Back at you," Kennedy replied. "I'm actually, like, here-here, on the island, and oh... wow, you kinda sound like crap. No offense."

[glacial_queen]

"I can't really argue with you there," Karla croaked, smiling a little. Ahh, Kennedy's charm--she'd missed it! "Feel like crap. Most of the past few days have been a haze of cough syrup and unconsciousness."

[brat_inslayage]

"Oh god, that's the worst. Isn't it dumb how a regular cold can make you feel way more like crap than..." Medicine: also not her field of expertise. "Way more serious stuff?"

"But my totally sketchy medical expertise aside, hi. I missed you."

[glacial_queen]

"If it were something worse than I cold, I could justify using Craft to Heal myself," Karla grumped. "But it's just a lame old cold and it's kicking my ass and how is that even fair?"

Because, you know, illness was so concerned with being fair. Just like every other aspect of their lives.

"I've missed you, too. What the Hell happened to you? You know you have a stack of Christmas presents as tall as you are waiting for you, right?"

[wwiii]

There was the briefest of knocks on Karla's doorframe, followed, shortly after, with a soft sort of clearing-the-throat sound. And, of course;

"Soup delivery!"

Somebody might have stumbled over Mini-Morton while he was heading out for a flight, yes. And now Warren was standing in Karla's doorway, a bag full of hot food in one hand, and a tiny robot tucked under one arm.

"You know, this little guy is surprisingly good at charades?"

[brat_inslayage]

"I know, right? What sense does that even make?" Because sickness clearly followed the rules of logic.


"I heard from Sookie, yeah." Kennedy at least had the... vague semblance of decency to sound chastised. For a second. "My world got a little cut off there. Which was way inconvenient when we really could've used the old Fandom cavalry to help out."

[glacial_queen]

"Food!" Beat. "I mean, Warren!"

Sorry, Warren. But Karla had been subsisting on crackers, cough syrup, and whatever else she could scavenge from around her room for the past three days. Some times her belly spoke louder than her heart.

[glacial_queen]

"Everything okay, now?" Karla asked, shoving her sheets off the bed. Like she was going to be able to go much further than the hallways without help. "If it's not, just say the word. We'll have your back."

[wwiii]

"It's good to know that I rate in there somewhere," Warren teased, stepping into the room and setting Mini-Morton down on the floor. "Is chicken noodle okay? The dishes at Fina swore up and down that it was the best thing for a cold."

What? It wasn't like Warren really had any reason to know this sort of thing, otherwise. Sure, people made references to it on television all the time, but television was so... television.

"I grabbed some tea from the Perk, too. It's got honey in it."

Because that's where the dishes had directed him to, next. And Warren was nothing if not obedient when a cheese grater gave him stern instructions to do something for the sake of his girlfriend.

[glacial_queen]

"Chicken noodle sounds wonderful," Karla said, making grabby hands for...him. Sure. Him. "Oooh, and tea. That sounds really good."

Especially with the way her throat was scratchy and sore.

[brat_inslayage]

"Yeah, we're good now, thanks," Kennedy assured her. "Which doesn't rule out future possibilities, in which case the word will totally be said. I tried to call you, you know. Not that it went through. Sorta needed help with a magic-related problem."

[blondecanary.livejournal.com]

*ring ring*

Momoko having called reminded Dinah that she really owed Karla a call too. Plus she had a zillion things to talk about.

[glacial_queen]

"Oh? What happened?" She settled back under the covers and gave Kennedy the full benefit of her murky attention. "You mind retelling?"

She was guessing that Kennedy had probably been made to tell the story any number of times already.

And could be handwaved in narrative if you preferred, as I read the updates obsessively.

[wwiii]

Warren was thoughtful like that!

... Mini-Morton helped.

"Hopefully," Warren agreed. "Fina hasn't really disappointed yet, so it should be pretty tasty, on top of being... you know, good for you."

He sat down on the edge of her bed, pulling out the drink tray first (tea for Karla, a double Americano for himself), and then a take-out soup container directly after that.

"But from the way it smells? I'm kind of regretting not getting some for me, too."

[glacial_queen]

Karla blearily grabbed for her phone, then looked at the caller ID before deciding whether or not to answer it.

"Dinah! You had a spring break! With my face!"

...Dammit, cough syrup.

[blondecanary.livejournal.com]

Dinah paused, swallowing a snicker, even though the grin was impossible to quash. "Yes, I did! Also, your face says hi. And she was considering art with your face and her face." Heeeee. "And how are you today?"

[glacial_queen]

"Mine!" Karla said, hovering protectively over her soup container. "Not sharing."

Maybe Warren would believe it was the sickness making her act that way?

[wwiii]

Except that Warren had met Karla.

"Fine, fine," he chuckled, holding his hand up (the one that wasn't occupied with a coffee cup) and edging back a little. "The soup is for the sick lady, I had my chance to get my own."

[glacial_queen]

"Might have a cold," Karla admitted. Stuffily. "What about my face and her face?"

[glacial_queen]

"S'right," Karla mumbled, reaching for a spoon so she could start eating it. "And 'm hungry."

Which, honestly, was a good sign, considering she'd been fairly uninterested in food for the past few days. See? It was a good thing that she wasn't sharing!

[blondecanary.livejournal.com]

"She was talking about putting you into a mural too. No idea if she's going to do it or not," Dinah clarified. "And awww. Do you have soup? And tea? And juice? I hope?" Alfred might be sending you something soon, Karla.

[glacial_queen]

"Warren bought me soup and tea earlier," Karla admitted. "I love him."

Thus still proving Dinah's hypothesis about the connection between Karla's heart and stomach.

"He didn't even make me share. What would I be doing in the mural? Are you sure she's just not going to paint herself twice? Make sure she gets my Sapphire, it's important."

TRANSITIONS WERE FOR THE WELL!

[blondecanary.livejournal.com]

This Hypothesis was practically Scientific Law, now.

"I will," Dinah promised, smothering a laugh. "Should I let you go back to sleep? Or do you want to be entertained with further tales from Spring Break in Santa Cruz?"