vanillajello: (Better times.)
The winter storm that had snowed Kate and Bod in a couple of days ago was well and truly over. This meant Bod was at work again, while Kate was having a day off. Which was great for Seamus who didn't yet need to learn to stay home alone. Possibly less great for all of Kate's acquaintances who were getting moddable texts with puppy pictures. She was just excited, okay? And Seamus was amazing. Best dog ever.

And besides, at least she'd only invited just the one person to come see him in person. And while she waited for Mitchell to show up, she passed the time throwing a ball carefully across the living room area so the puppy with his stubby legs could run after it and bring it back.

"Aww, good boy!"

He was clearly also the greatest at playing fetch.

[ooc: NFB, and mainly for that one guy who knows who he is, but feel free to mod dog-centric communications and text/call back to react to them!]
vanillajello: (Finding this highlarious.)
Last weekend had been kind of rough, yeah. And so had this past week, because it was like there'd been something in the air, making every person flying SkyKans a total pain in the ass. But, Kate had the day off today. And yes, she was totally intending to do useful crap at some point. Like... groceries. Or cleaning. Or... Something. She hadn't decided yet.

Because slouching on the couch with her laptop and dicking around on the internet and watching a million YouTube videos was the best use of her time right now. You couldn't go wrong with cats doing funny things, or people falling down a lot. Or, apparently, stop-motion animation with foul-mouthed Barbies.

Also:

"... Oh my fucking God, these dolls totally live in Overland Park. Oh my God."

Well, she'd just become a fan.

[ooc: NFB, but open for calls/texts/the guy! In case Tumblr hasn't clued you in already, she's watching The Most Popular Girls In School. Which is somewhat NSFW but funny.]
vanillajello: (Here in my car.)
Kate had stayed the night in Fandom. Then she'd grabbed the earliest possible portal back home. Then she'd gone by a flower shop to get purple roses before actually going home. And she hadn't explained a whole lot to Bod, just dragged him along to the car because there was somewhere they needed to go today. A certain place back in Overland Park.

And they were on their way now. Almost there, in fact, because it wasn't that long a drive, even if Kate still kind of drove like a little old lady, sometimes.

"Wait, fuck, I always get confused around here. Is the next turn to the left? I think it is."

It would probably have been helpful if she'd actually told Bod where they were going.

[ooc: NFB. For the boy I just modded, omg.]
vanillajello: (That vaguely excited look.)
Ah, blissful days off. Perfect for doing pointless things! Okay, maybe not so pointless, they had some minor things to shop for. But mostly, Kate had gotten her mother's car and dragged Bod off to her old favorite mall just for the hell of it. Just to see if it was still the same and you could still get decent ice cream from the food court.

She stopped near the entrance after coming in, and looked around. It was your basic Midwestern mall. A little on the small side, and maybe it had seen better days. "Jesus, I haven't been here in years." A little over three years, to be exact. "And it's exactly the same! You'd think they'd have renovated a little."

She actually sounded a little gleeful.

[ooc: NFB. For the boooy about to meet someone from the past, oh em gee.]
vanillajello: (Gamer chick.)
Christmas had come and gone. So had Marshall who'd joined the holiday festivities (and stayed at Kate and Bod's place) for a week or so, but was already back on the eastern coast. His friends wanted him for New Year's. Charmaine, Neil and Wheels where intending to spend the turn of the year with Tara and Max since they'd been in no rush to get back to Texas after Christmas. And Kate had no idea what her personal plans were.

So she was obviously devoting a lot of thought to that right now.

Or, you know. She was sitting in her pajamas on the couch, eating Twizzlers for breakfast while playing video games. In deep thought.

[ooc: NFB, but open for the bf as well as texts and calls and whatever!]
vanillajello: (Drinking coffee.)
Some days Kate just felt like an adult. This seemed to be one of them. Maybe it was the fact that she was actually having some vaguely healthy cereal for breakfast, or that she was reading the morning paper, or something seemingly inconsequential like that. It couldn't be work, because she had the day off, blissfully. There'd been screaming children and grouchy old men all over her flights yesterday.

Maybe she was just happy, and therefore willing to feel like she could be a responsible and productive member of society.

"Oh, man, there's a sale at this one furniture store," she said, mostly to herself, spotting the ad in the paper, "we should totally go."

That was an adult thing to say, wasn't it?

[ooc: NFB, but open for calls/texts/visits/the guy!]
vanillajello: (Wait wait WHAT.)
A lot had happened since Kate had left Fandom and returned to Kansas City on Sunday evening. No, seriously, a lot.

The first odd thing she'd noticed had been that when she'd tried to arrange for a quick trip back to Fandom on the following night, to come and claim her promised drink from the club on the island, Portalocity had listed the connection as unavailable. Weird, but not unheard of, and she'd just given up on fake birthday drinks and gone about her business. And then they'd been busy, just settling into life in their new apartment (a separate bedroom, and a little bathroom with an actual bath, but everything else was one space), their new routines. And because Bod didn't really have too many people he kept in touch with anyway, and Kate didn't tend to talk to her Fandom friends daily or even weekly, it took them some weeks before Kate tried texting Mitchell and it didn't go through. She tried calling Jack. It didn't go through either. Luke, Emma, Hannibal, Bobby, Francine, Puck, Ramona, Leto, even Nathan. A dozen calls and texts, and none of them went through.

She tried her best to dismiss it as a random disturbance in the multiverse.

The weeks dragged on. Bod got a job in a graveyard. Kate got a teeny-tiny raise. Marshall graduated from high school. Charmaine kept sending pictures of the ever-growing Wheels. Kate and Bod had dinner with her parents and brother a lot, and avoided questions about their friends elsewhere. No word from any other universes. The few workers employed at the small Portalocity hub at Kate's airport (past the Kloudklimber Klub entrance, behind the fake palm tree) kept coming to work every day, but they couldn't get through to anywhere else. Kate visited them every day.

The weeks turned into months. The summer was nice enough, and Kate and Bod took to having breakfast on their little balcony. Tara got a part-time job illustrating article for a women's magazine she couldn't stop making fun of. Kate and Bod took Marshall on a Kansan road trip of shitty motels and even shittier tourist attractions. It was probably the best time they had all summer – though whether that was hard for a summer where Kate spent so much time fretting over whether they'd gotten cut off from the multiverse for good, it was hard to say. Eric's shirts were still hanging in their closet. The Portalocity workers kept shaking their heads at her.

Summer turned into fall. They saw Marshall off to a film school on the east coast. Tara and Max started talking about selling the house and moving somewhere better suited for two, but decided not to. (Like Tara said, it was never going to be just the two of them, was it? T and Buck and Alice popped up from time to time.) Kate repainted the kitchen area with her mother's help. There were sunflowers on the wall, now. And not a single sign of life from other parts of the multiverse.

And today, it was finally October first. Kate was turning nineteen. Six months since she'd last spoken to anyone in Fandom and she knew it, so her mood was maybe not the greatest, hard as she tried. She looked at her phone, and found a few texts. A birthday greeting from Marshall, a request for a shift change from a coworker – and a message from one of the airport Portalocity people.

She read the last message.

And then she screamed.

And then she found her words, if not too many of them: "Bod! Bod! Oh my God!"

[ooc: NFB, but open for the boy and calls/texts! Also, she'll be in Fandom again later today. Bouncing around because she hasn't heard from anyone in six freaking months because we are horrible people. Also, Bod modded with permission!]
vanillajello: (Just chillin'.)
The Gregson house was a lot busier than it had been for the last couple of months. More cramped, too, or so it seemed. Kate's parents had finally come back a few days ago, and everyone was still settling back into everyday life. Or in some cases, getting ready to settle into everyday life somewhere else. Kate and Bod had secured themselves an apartment, see, a little further away in KCMO. They'd be able to move in a few days. So while they'd hauled their belonging out of the master bedroom and into Kate's, most of the stuff had already gotten packed away into boxes that they'd eventually load into Max's truck to be driven to their new digs. And Kate was still packing.

Except right now. Right now, she was laying down on her back in what had been her bedroom for fifteen years (and on and off again even after that), looking up at the ceiling. She needed a breather.

They were really going to do this. So, was this what being an adult felt like?

[ooc: NFB, but open for calls/texts/the boy! Subject to various paces of SP while I'm at school.]
vanillajello: (Hide some stars.)
Marshall was at school, Bod had been sent on errands, and Kate had the day off. She was using it productively – no, really! – by looking at ads for apartments for rent in the general Kansas City area. And kind of daydreaming about the swankier ones while she circled some of the cheaper places to show to Bod, later.

Also, she was eating candy. But mostly that apartment hunt thing!

[ooc: NFB, and mostly for one but open for texts/calls, I guess.]
vanillajello: (Kittycat face.)
One moment, Kate was standing in the school with a knife in her hand, practically wishing the last few Loyalists would come at her so she could hurt some more people, like that'd help her.

The next, the knife was gone and it was a very different Kate standing in that exact same spot.

And then she was off and running, scrambling her way out of the school and out the gates and making some kind of a personal record with the way she ran through town to the hotel. They'd had a hotel room, see, her and Bod, before this whole thing had started. And he had to be there. He had to be there.

She ended up repeatedly slamming her fist against the hotel room door once she got there. "Bod? Bod!"

[ooc: Just for the guy about to get cried on!]
vanillajello: (Just chillin'.)
It was a morning in early January in Kansas, and Kate was awake but hadn't accomplished much past rolling onto her back to look at the ceiling of her parents' bedroom. (Or, as it had been for a couple of months, hers and Bod's.) Awake enough to have thoughts whirring in her head but not enough to actually bother getting out of bed. She'd get to that. She had work, later, and all. But she was thinking right now.

They had about a month to go before her parents would be coming back. The news from Boston seemed to be positive, most of the time. It was hard, too, of course it was, but her mom seemed to think she was making some sort of progress and while Kate was naturally wary of getting too optimistic, it was still pretty nice to hear.

But that wasn't really what she was thinking about. Her thoughts were more centred around what would happen once her parents got back. You know, with their general living situation. Even with how annoying paying the bills was, she'd kind of gotten used to just having the house for the three of them.

Hmm.

[ooc: NFB, naturally, but open for calls/texts, and that guy that lives here.]
vanillajello: (Smiling and happy!)
It was Christmas Day, fucking finally. It even felt like it: there had been some pretty impressive snowfall earlier in the week, so it was a seriously white Christmas, and Kate had really done her best to get the house looking Christmassy (and less creepily than when Grandma Sandy had been around some months before). The living room looked postcard perfect, with the tree in the corner and other decorations all around.

There'd been some Skypeing with Boston, earlier, and even the parentals had been pretty impressed with how things looked, when Kate had insisted on carrying her laptop around for a webcam tour. They were alone again now, though. Moosh was in the kitchen, putting finishing touches on what he had deemed gift-giving snacks, while Kate, in her adorable/ridiculous bear dress, was sitting cross-legged on the living room floor, a camera in her hands. Because a lot of these things just called for being immortalized as pixels.

She looked pretty happy. And sort of bouncy, even though she was sitting down.

"Sorry if I'm all hyper or whatever. I kinda always eat too much sugar over the holidays."

[ooc: NFB. For thems that are here!]
vanillajello: (Our house in the middle of our street.)
It was Sunday morning in Overland Park, even if many a person inside this particular house on Oak Avenue thought it was actually Monday morning. They could probably all agree that it was morning, though. And maybe that last night had been fun.

And as far as their darling hostess was concerned, it had been a success. Kate was thrilled that people had shown up, even if it hadn't stopped being weird to see them all actually in her house. In Kansas. It was trippy, and not just because she'd gotten a little tipsy over the course of the evening. But it had made her so damn happy, and she would have probably tried insisting on staying up all night if Bod hadn't half carried her to bed after she'd started nodding off on the couch.

Things had eventually quieted down, yes, and a comfortable place to sleep had been found for all those who'd stayed over, whether in beds or on mattresses hauled over from the house next door. And now it was morning. Kate was still completely out of it, upstairs in her and Bod's bedroom (formerly her parents' room), of course, but the smell of coffee and crisp bacon was already drifting through the house. And that could only mean one thing:

Marshall was a good person.

[wee ocd up!]
vanillajello: (Unbearably cute.)
Yesterday, Charmaine and Neil had gotten married in a tiny municipal wedding ceremony that had somehow been better for everyone than Charmaine's previous attempt at a marriage. And early today, the newly wedded couple, along with their infant daughter, had taken off for Houston to go househunting. And Kate was already feeling weird that it was really just her and Marshall and Bod around, now.

So it was a good thing this was the day she'd invited people to come visit. Some booze had been acquired, and Marshall had busied himself in the kitchen making snacks, and they were all set. It was going to be weird since Kate had invited a bunch of people who'd never been to Kansas before, but she was hoping it would be a fun kind of weird.

[Minor OCD coming up! And like I said in the invite, come one and all!]
vanillajello: (On the computer.)
From: illegalpants@sirchmail.com
To: (Pretty much everyone Kate was ever friendly with in Fandom. Srsly. Vampires and demigods and mutants and normal folk alike. ...@gmail.com)
Subject: Overland Park house party, bitches!

Hello my lovelies!

It has come to pass that I'm gonna have full reign over my parents house in scenic Kansas for a few months. I think you should all know that this can only mean one thing:

This weekend (I think it's actually like... Sunday til Monday in Fandom time), you're cordially invited to the first house party I've thrown since I was a wee fifteen-year-old who hadn't even heard of Fandom Island yet. I promise there will even be better booze than the peppermint schnapps we served back then, though I still totes expect you people to bring some of your own, too. I'll get the snacks! (By which I mean I'll make my little brother cook delicious stuff.) There's plenty of room because I can also stick people in the house next door (my aunt's getting married and fucking off to look for a house in Houston right after), so come one and all and make Kansas a little bit less boring! Map and portal instructions are attached, email back for questions or to RSVP or something. Whatever.

I MISS YOU. YAY PARTY.

- Kate

[ooc: NFB, but open for RSVP emails/texts/calls and the like! As always, if you think you got it, you most certainly did.]
vanillajello: (Spraaawl.)
Dorian Owens was a pretty resourceful and brave little boy. So, when he couldn't locate his parents at the big building he'd found them last time, and he heard someone mention an awful lot of people would be at the hotel this morning, he set on his way across town

Lots of bright persuasive smiles, a rickshaw ride, and a helpful hotel employee later he found himself at a door behind which he was supposed to find his parents. So, he knocked. Enthusiastically.

Inside the room, in bed, it made Kate frown lightly. "Did you order room service breakfast or something?" she mumbled, still half asleep.

[ooc: For the two pale dudes, and masses of SP!]
vanillajello: (Sitting on the bed.)
Things had calmed down. Tara and Max had made it to Boston, but they were still getting acquainted with the place. The facility. That was such a weird word, facility. Kate was going to have to get used to it, though. Her mom was going to be at one for months, now.

Kate had just baked muffins just because she needed something to do. Nothing fancy – Moosh had fucked off somewhere, so she hadn't been able to ask for any help or recipes. They were done now, anyway. Cooling on a tray on the counter.

She sighed, sitting down on a chair by the counter and picking up her phone. There were a few people she thought she should get up to date about the recent Gregson goings-on, and she figured she should start now. She also figured she shoud start with the one who'd require the fewest explanations, having already been exposed to Bryce and all, so she picked Luke's number and raised the phone up to her ear.

[ooc: NFB, mostly for Kate's favourite demigod, but open to other texts/calls as well! And that dude who's probably still here as well. ETA: Warning for various dark themes being discussed.]
vanillajello: (Kittycat face.)
It was the first day of the rest of their lives.

Okay, so maybe that a little overly dramatic, but Kate was pretty much feeling like that. It was still morning, but Tara and Max had more or less packed all their stuff in the truck already. Max was just fetching the last few of the bags now.

They were all gathered in the front yard: Charmaine with Wheels in her arms, Neil, Bod, Kate, and Marshall. And Tara, of course, fussing with some of her bags before the goodbyes.

Kate looked like she was going to cry, but then she'd been looking like that all morning.

And so Tara is sent on her way. )

All things, including emotional turmoil, calmed down eventually. By the afternoon, tears had dried, Charmaine and Neil had taken Wheels to the park, and Marshall had gone for a walk. Only Kate and Bod remained.

Standing in her parents' kitchen – her kitchen now? – Kate glanced around, sighed, and wondered when she should start moving her crap over from next door.

[ooc: NFB. Once more, preplayed with the utterly fabulous [livejournal.com profile] nimeni, and taken and tweaked from the very end of USoT S03E12, also known as the series finale, woe. NO MORE CANON. Open for that guy, and calls and texts!]
vanillajello: (With a drink.)
It was amazing how much work could go into a single dinner when everyone knew it was a big freaking deal of a dinner. Kate spent most of her day in the kitchen with her mother and aunt, while the various menfolk (apart from Marshall who was still insisting on being uncooperative and making cracks about just ordering takeout – though he did do a grocery store run) cleaned the good plates and utensils and wine glasses, and tried to watch a game on TV. Sure, it might have been a little... enforcing traditional gender roles or whatever, but Kate didn't mind. She wanted to hang out with her mother before she went away. Even if it meant dealing with Charmaine's whining about getting cold feet about moving to Houston.

And all the preparations of the day had paid off. It was almost dinner time, and they were all gathered at the dining room table. Kate, Bod, and Marshall were seated on one side, Tara, Charmaine and Neil on the other, with Max and Ted at either end. All the food was still in the kitchen, though: they only had wine.

Well, wine and lively conversation. And a total freakout. And a memorial. )

[ooc: NFB, NFI, OOC-okay! This, too, preplayed with [livejournal.com profile] nimeni and taken/tweaked from USoT S03E12. THIS IS KATE'S SECOND TO LAST CANON POST YOU GUYS.]
vanillajello: (Bedhead.)
This week had been far too intense. Kate could tell by how long it took her to put the pieces of all of it together after waking up. Bryce had attacked her brother. Her aunt and uncle and cousin were moving away. Her mom was going away for three months.

It was a lot of new information.

But at least she and Bod were back in their own bed, and had already been the previous night. No Bryce meant no more barricades. Even Marshall had been sleeping in his room again, even if it still had Bryce's handiwork all over it. You couldn't really say things were back to normal.

With a sigh, Kate picked up her head off Bod's chest, sitting up and rubbing her eyes. Lots to do today, but she didn't feel particularly awake.

Wake up. )

[ooc: NFB, NFI; OOC-okay! Preplayed with the transplendent [livejournal.com profile] nimeni, lifted with tweakage from USoT S03E12.]

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