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: (Can't even hear you.)
Kate had been all set for going to Fandom. Not really looking forward to it, obviously, but... Ready. Bags packed, Portalocity ticket acquired, generally fed up with the family. That kind of ready. But then the cards had arrived. One for her brother, one for her parents – and one for her. The only one without a note.

And she'd silently freaked out, and she'd kept doing that until she got to the airport where she marched straight to the Portalocity counter and announced she wanted her destination changed. Anywhere, she'd said, but they'd made her choose so she'd picked New York. She'd been in Bristol way too much, lately, and she just needed to go somewhere else, and to be with someone sympathetic that was more or less like her.

But the main thing was not being in Fandom. And she wasn't. No, instead, she was standing outside a door to an apartment she'd only been in once before, hoping against hope the occupant was in right now. And even if he wasn't home then fine, she'd bunk at some skeezy hostel for a few nights with her Christmas money. She'd do the New York thing on her own.

For now, though, she knocked.

[ooc: NFB, and just for that guy who she's foolishly springing a surprise visit on. ETA: comments get NWS, and then violent. 'Cause that's how we roll.]
vanillajello: (This'll be good.)
You knew you were in Fandom when a class where the room was full of bunnies was not the most insane class of the day. But that was all forgotten now, because Kate had to prepare for tomorrow. Because tomorrow, she had a job interview! And that trumped everything else.

She'd considered calling up Mitchell or Hannibal to gush, but what she really needed right now was someone to go over her outfit with her. Which meant that after a lot of persuading and general harassment, she'd managed to get her brother on webcam.

Her laptop was on her desk chair now, so Marshall got a full-body view when she finally emerged from the bathroom in her carefully picked job interview clothes: a black turtleneck shirt, black skirt, black leggins, and black boots. She thought black was a good color for the job. "So, is this serious enough?" she asked, stopping to pose with her hands on her hips.

What makes you think I know anything about fashion? )

Kate just made another face at him and muttered "no" as she started prying the boots off her feet. Stupid logical little brother, trying to bring her down.

[ooc: Door is closed, but post is very open for interaction of all kinds. Yep, still USoT S02E01, tweaked-for-Fandom version.]
vanillajello: (Not yet dressed.)
This was the first time Kate actually stopped to look through the cards on her Valentine's Day flowers. Sure, she'd glanced at them yesterday, her attention grabbed mostly by the one that made her mutter "No, Hannibal, you are" to herself, but now she actually took the time to see who they were from, and what they meant.

A few flowers from friends.

Carnations from someone who was a bad – if totally hot– decision just waiting to happen.

And a rose from someone who'd probably ordered it before she'd... Done that thing. Whatever it should've been called. Being a mess? Showing off her damage? Panicking?

She poked at the flowers, lost in thought.

[ooc: Open door/post! I'm sick, entertain me.]
vanillajello: (Sleepyhead.)
Kate was still comatose, and everything in room 324 was the same as it had been on Saturday.

Well. Not everything. The letter was still on the bedside table, but less prominently displayed, now that it had served its purpose. Also? Kate seemed to be wearing a slightly different top than she had the day before, but who remembers those kinds of little details, huh? Not the costume department, that’s for sure.

Anyway, her clothes weren't the important thing here. The important thing was that she was still oblivious to the world around her.

And that she still looked pretty. Prettier than you'd expect coma victims to be, even.


[ooc: Open door, open post, same deal as yesterday. ILU guys. And my soap has continuity errors.]
vanillajello: (Arms crossed.)
So. Kate’s morning shower had been a bust. It had left her covered in egg nog, which she’d mostly been able to scrub off her hair and her skin, although the smell still remained. She’d had to rush to class before she could do anything more about it, like attempt to find water.

When she got back from her classes, she remembered she actually had a bottle of water in her room. After considerably more searching than she had expected – seriously, had there been a tiny tornado in the room, switching up the places of everything? – she found the bottle. The contents still looked like water. She might have to make do with that. It wasn't going to turn into egg nog, too, was it?

Examining the bottle, Kate shook her head and sighed. "Oh, Fandom."

She wasn't thrilled, but at least she sounded a little more amused than she had the last time the island acted up.


[ooc: Open door, open post, I gave a presentation today, I’m allowed to have fun.]

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