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Karla had come back from Panem, in a mood. After her conversation with Katniss and the bombs and Prim and...Darkness. She wasn't entirely certain if she had helped anything. Anything at all. And there was still Glacia to go back to.

Some vacation.

So rather do anything productive, Karla had spent all day in her room ~~moping~~ brooding, building herself up into an awful mood. She'd been on her way to a completely awful despondency, when her voicemail beeped.

She listened to it. Once. Twice. Again. Staring in shock. She was listening to it for a fourth time when she got another call. She missed it and the next call that came in while she was listening to Bobby's.

By the end of Tony's, she was on the phone herself to Ben. And laughing so hard she thought she might pull something.

Guess it was her week for it.

[Mostly establishy but open if anyone wants to pop in or call!]

Well, that had been an unmitigated disaster. All that training, all that work, all for nothing. She'd been subdued after dinner, save for a 'friendly discussion' with Gale where she'd politely explained he was acting like a controlling jackass and he needed to cut that shit right out--which he hadn't seemed to appreciate at all, even though she'd only trying to be helpful.

After dinner, the schedule printed on her arm informed her that she was supposed to be cleaning up in the kitchens. Karla ignored that--hey she was already on record as being insubordinate, right? Why mess with a good thing?--and instead wandered around until she'd found an empty room to hide out in for awhile.

Maturely. As you do.

[NFB. Open to everyone in Thirteen, PCs and NPCs alike. Posted and Gale-modded with permission!]