I'm not a hardship. I'm awesome.

In her own view, Kate had bounced back... okay-ish, from texting with Mitchell, earlier. Of course, her own view of things was often not the most objective view possible. But at least she hadn't had to spend any time throwing up like she'd been worried would happen for a while there?

Yeah, she was pretty glad to get back in the plane, and she basically even forgot to be awkward at Evan even though there had been a slight incident between them (pre-Mitchell) earlier in the day. Apparently she'd been too smiley at him or something on the flight into Tulsa, since he'd seen fit to inform her that while he was flattered, he wasn't looking to go out with her because he'd recently gotten divorced and had a kid and yadda yadda, and she'd had to point to her ring and remark that she was the sensible teenager's equivalent of married and dude, so not hitting on him.

So, awkward. But they seemed pretty fine now that she was stuffing his carry-on bag into the overhead locker. Which was good because she'd come to like bumping into him on his frequent flights over the past few weeks after the Burger Knight candy dispenser thing.

(Time was running weirdly – even weirdlier? – for her in relation to Fandom again. She didn't even know what day it was back there.)

( TL;DR in which a flight is canceled and minibar drinks are had in a skeezy hotel room. )

[ooc: NFB! Taken with tweakage from USoT S03E07'The Electrifying & Magnanimous Return of Beaverlamp' (S3 episode titles ILU), can be open for texts/calls if you're willing to put up with SP.]

After smoking outside and making some calls, Kate was back inside the hospital again. She didn't go straight back to Mitchell's room, though. She was feeling too... something, to do that yet, and Mitchell would still be there if she went in later. So she'd wait a bit.

So, she conquered an uncomfortable chair in the nearby waiting area, and dug out her tiny pink iPod that she'd found (along with the single cigarette) on the bottom of her bag. There was a certain song she'd remembered earlier, while she'd been outside. She wanted to listen to it.

Or so she thought. Too bad she'd only remembered the hook, not the main part of the lyrics.

Pull the blindfold down so your eyes can't see; now run as fast as you can, through this field of trees. I can't shake this feeling I've got; my dirty hands, have I been in the wars? The saddest thing that I'd ever seen were sm--

She shut the player off and stuck it back into her pocket with a heavy sigh. She hated this place and everything it chose to be.

[ooc: Just for some of them Bristol folks. And NFB due to being off-island, obviously.]

It hadn't been the best morning Kate had ever had. It hadn't been the worst either, though, and she knew that. Not that she'd admit it, but it had felt good to talk, if even just a little bit.

But it had still left her feeling distinctly uncomfortable.

There were two people she usually went to when she felt like this. The first one she'd tried to get a hold of straight after leaving Jack's room. It had taken her a while, but she'd found him.

... Which had then meant bitching to a desert mouse about stupid fucking transformations taking place at stupid fucking times before letting him go off on his merry way again.

And the other person she usually went to? Mitchell. Yeah.

So Kate had just taken a long, long walk through town. And now she was back in her room, sprawled on her bed with an issue of Cosmopolitan, with music on for company, a little louder than usual. So not thinking about next week, and especially not about any Monday classes.

[ooc: Door is closed, post is open, music can be heard in the hallway but shouldn’t quite be loud enough to upset the neighbours.]

Kate was packing for spring break. The Bahamas, seriously? How awesome was that?

She so needed the vacation.

( She had been waiting for a call from her brother, so her phone was already close at hand when it started ringing. )

Kate stood frozen for a good while after the call ended. Maybe it was nothing. Maybe George was just prone to spazzing. Mitchell was a grown-up, as he was so fond of reminding her. He could take care of himself. Maybe she should just forget about it.

But she couldn't stop thinking about it. And the more she thought about it...

( Okay, Kate was now officially Worried. )

She was already gathering her stuff as she ended the call. Boots, bag, jacket.

It was entirely possible she'd be at the causeway in less than ten minutes.

[ooc: NFI (as she's running out), and let's say the topic of the calls is NFB. Preplayed with the smashing chose_humanity and the amazing bitten_notshy. Fabulous coding by chose_humanity. Follows this.]