vanillajello: (Using my brain.)
Yes, Kate had gone a little overboard with her drinking last night. She had also spent a good portion of today being glad that Bobby had already taken off for the weekend and that Bod was working at the library, so that no one had been around to interfere with her intense desire to just die.

But at least the party had been a success. An by the time evening came, she was feeling a little more functional. Once the headache and nausea had abated, she'd finally called home, just to chat about inconsequential stuff with her mom. Just to hear her voice, and make promises of coming to visit soon. She'd even made up an entirely fictional problem with their dorm room shower just so she'd had a reason to ask her mom to put her dad on the phone.

And after that, without considering it long, she'd left a voicemail for Bod. She'd only been outside the room once the whole day, to get food once she'd felt like she could keep it in, and having seen there were... island things happening again, she'd pretty much decided to keep to her room, probably for the majority of the weekend.

And right now that translated to leafing through an old issue of Cosmopolitan, because this was not the day for anything even remotely intelligent.

[ooc: Cracked door, open post! ETA: NWS.]
vanillajello: (Attack of the numb.)
Having put up her posters, Kate had returned to her room to continue her good day with further party planning. But that was sadly not to be: her phone had been charging while she'd been away and she'd finally gotten around to seeing she had a voicemail. So she listened to it.

Bad idea.

Her first thought was that it was a sick joke, that Nathan really was pushing things too far in an effort to be excused for his radio silence since leaving, but she couldn't hold onto that bit of disbelief for long. The woman – Nathan's mom – was far too shaken, the quivering of her voice far too real. It was all real. On the second listen Kate had to sit down on the edge of her bed because the room had started to spin, but it took about four times before it all started really sinking in.

Forcing herself to skip listening a fifth time, her brain instead switched on to practical matters, the first of which was leaving a voicemail of her own. And the second... Was staring dully into the middle distance.

She'd maybe get to something a little more useful later.

[ooc: Post and door open, if you wish to deal with the upset.]
vanillajello: (On the computer.)
Kate had had the whole room to herself for a few days now.

This meant that she'd been doing a lot of stuff she didn't usually get to do. Which in turn meant mostly that she'd been doing whatever she usually did, just wearing only some boyshorts and a top. No need to be properly dressed when there was no one else around, and especially not when there was nowhere she had to go.

Right now? She was sprawled scantily-clad on her bed with her computer, mostly watching random music videos on YouTube. And eating Twizzlers.

It was totally a productive day for Kate Gregson. She'd just left a voicemail and everything!

... Her standards for productivity were pretty low.

[ooc: Door is closed, post is open!]
vanillajello: (Standing.)
Nothing had happened since Tara had downed the first of her new meds on Sunday morning. And they'd all been waiting for something to happen ever since. It had been a weird two days.

Today, finally, Kate had escaped the house to go to the mall, where she promptly ran into her old gang of girlfriends, who were oh my God so excited to see her and who wanted to know everything that had been going on with her since she'd moved.

An hour later, Kate slipped away from their old usual table at the coffee shop, making idle promises of keeping in touch.

They were promises she had no intention of keeping. It had been an awkward hour of stilted conversation. She couldn't bring herself to care about any of their shit, and there wasn't a whole lot she could tell them about her life now.

They had probably never really been friends in the first place, Kate figured as she wandered around the mall. Alone again, and kind of really wanting to go back ho-- to where her potted plants were.

Somehow, this led to a slight voicemail spree, after she realized she hadn't actually replied to the two very amusing ones she'd received on Sunday. So, she replied to those, then left a couple others, too.

Then, just for the hell of it, she texted... most of Fandom, really:

Rejoice! Miss Overland Park is returning tomorrow. What should I expect from our (un)fair Fandom Island?

This was Kate Gregson showing her love. Fandom better appreciate it.

[ooc: NFB, open for calls and text messages and stuff. You know her, you got the message.]
vanillajello: (Hah!)
Having over-slept and missed Ghanima's class, again, was not the biggest of Kate's problems today. No, the real problem was that when she woke up – boggling over the weird dream she'd had – she didn't even realize she'd overslept: she thought she still had about 48 hours until she had to be in class. She was convinced she'd only taken a nap, and that it was still Saturday morning, and so she left to go Christmas shopping.

She only realized what day it was when she saw the newspapers at a mainland coffee shop, and even then she had to ask three people before she believed that yes, it was Monday.

Yes, she'd lost two days.

For some reason, the first thing that hit her about the situation was that she needed to apologize to Ghanima, and so she left her a message. After that, though, the reality of it all set in. Unsurprisingly, she didn't get much shopping done. She wandered around for a while – quietly freaking out over the fact that losing time wasn't exactly an unusual thing in her family – and eventually decided to get back to Fandom. It had to be just a Fandom thing.

Back in her room in the evening, she looked around for something, a clue, anything. She found the letter. It did nothing to rid her of her fears; it just earned a screech of "What the fucking fuck?" and sent her straight and without any hesitation to listen to the weekend's radio podcasts.

And after listening to them, Kate laughed, happy, although with a slight hysterical edge. She'd just been in a random coma. She wasn't insane.

The island, on the other hand, was.

[ooc: For the roomie and epic timezone-challenged SP which is epic and timezone-challenged and crippled by finals week. Can be open for others before him, though, if you're not scared off by the supermassive SP warning. Last final on Thursday, guys!]
vanillajello: (Ladies' room.)
It seemed like the coast was clear when Kate left the school to return to the dorms after classes, but that was not the case. A little before she reached the dorm doors, she was ambushed by two cucumbers: a regular-sized one distracted her while an abnormally large one snuck up behind her and lunged at her.

Kate surprised herself with how fiercely she fought back, and how swiftly she kicked both vegetables into pulp. There was, however, nothing surprising about how disgusted and angry it made her, especially after the frigging things exploded and covered her in gooey cucumber slime.

She ran the rest of the way, and left a voicemail for Leto while she was climbing the stairs to her floor. She needed a break. She wanted out.

But right now, after a long shower that had started with her still fully clothed, she’d put on a clean clothes, and was drying her hair with a towel. She was doing her best to resist the urge to go straight back in the shower and stay there forever.

Stupid Fandom. Stupid, ridiculous, unpredictable Fandom.

[ooc: Door is closed, post is open.]


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Kate Gregson

January 2017



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