vanillajello | Abigail & Hannibal's Place, Sunday

Kate felt awful. Her head hurt, although she was glad she was only feeling a little pukey. Mostly when standing up, which she obviously had to do just about first thing after waking up, because she needed to take something for her head. So, she made her unsteady way into the kitchen and found her bag and the painkillers that she'd been wise to equip herself with before coming here last night.

She also found her phone, and on her said phone, she found a text from Bod (hoping she wasn't going to be feeling badly this morning) and a voicemail. Running water from the tap, she brought the phone to her ear to listen to the latter.

And then she was left standing with her mouth open because it was Luke. Who she'd pretty much assumed was dead, yes. Except now he wasn't and seriously, should she just not trust the finality of death anymore? ... And seriously, was no one who came back from certain death going to actually tell her in person? Because this voicemail and text message stuff was getting old.

Why yes, Kate Gregson's most prominent emotion at getting her friend back was pure annoyance. She'd probably blame that on the hangover later, but right now she was frowning a lot, and calling Luke back.

[ooc: NFB. House modded with permission, post for that guy she's calling.]

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Kate rubbed her temple. This was kind of a heavy morning, and she had several questions in her muddled brain. "How do you get to be called a hero for killing yourself?"

That was kind of a major one.

Oh right, that did sound weird if you weren't there. "So you know the guy that I teamed up with and turned out to be a big asshole was Kronos, right? Well, he wanted a human form and he volunteered me for the job and I was kind of forced to take it."

This sounded completely ridiculous, even to himself.

"So we shared a body for about a year, and he was calling the shots the entire time," Luke continued. "That is until I started learning how to take back control of my body. So in the end killing myself ended up destroying him too and stopped the war."

"So... Kind of like a divine form of DID," Kate decided, always ready to put things into terms she could easily grasp. "Except evil and inducing suicidal tendencies."

... Yeah, you just wait a few months, Kate.

"Wait, was it seriously a year for you?"

"It was a year sharing a body with Kronos. Honestly, death was the better option compared to that," Luke told her. "But I was gone longer than that. I'm twenty-three now. And Percy's already made fun of me for it, don't worry."

"Yeah, I don't think I'm really up to making fun of you for your old age right now," Kate drawled. "I woke up convinced you were dead. I think you're exempt from being made fun of right now, sensei."

"Thanks," he said, smiling slighly. "I'm glad I'm not dead. Well, not anymore. And I don't have any drama to worry about at home now either. Now all I have to worry about is regular mortal stuff and, well, Percy. Always Percy."

"Which is more than enough for one person, really," Kate noted. "I'm glad you're not dead, too."

She finally got around to actually saying that. Good for her.

"I still don't approve of all this letters and voicemails bullshit, but that's just 'cause I missed you."

"I missed you too," he said. "We should probably arrange to see each other sometime soon so you can see my handsome face again."

Kate snorted. Not that he wasn't handsome. "I'm sorta due for a Fandom visit, anyway. Next time there's a break in my fabulous new work schedule. And you obviously still have an open invitation to my place, but my aunt had her baby so it's kind of a hectic mess sometimes."

"You're still living with your aunt?" Luke asked. "I thought you were leaving the country."

Kate would've rolled her eyes if she hadn't been convinced that would've hurt right now.

"Yeah, even after paying for my parents' support by getting punched in the face by an alter, that plan kinda fell through," she said. "The Cliff Notes version is that my first attempt at leaving was foiled by an earthquake and the second by my nervous breakdown at the airport. So now I'm a trainee flight attendant at SkyKans."

Because that made sense.

"You're a stewardess?" Luke...did not see that coming.

Kate was a girl of fast, unexpected life decisions, truly.

"Trainee," she said. "But yeah. Had my first flight couple of days ago and everything."

"Well congratulations," he said, smiling to himself. "That's actually pretty cool. Minus the possibility of little kids throwing up on you, of course."

"Thanks," Kate replied, and even managed a small smile for that, pointless as it was on the phone. "Not quite as epic as hero status but I still feel like I might be going somewhere."

Finally.

"Well if you ever find that you're doubting yourself you can always remember that I'm a twenty-three year old junior in high school," Luke said. Not that he thought he looked it, despite what Percy said.

"Yeah, I don't know if it helps that even my friends fall more on the fuck-up prone end of the scale," Kate drawled, though she sounded wryly amused. "But at least I haven't died yet."

"It's not as bad as it sounds," Luke said. "Well, okay, I kind of exploded so that part hurt but the actual dying part wasn't too bad. Like falling asleep."

That was a little morbid but, hey, it was the truth.

Kate couldn't help sighing. "I hope it's like that for me."

... Right.

"Uh, okay, way morbid. Let's blame my hangover and the general fucked up way this death thing works around me."

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