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

Kate hadn't slept at the cabins last night. She'd hidden herself away at the dorms for the night, like a total coward, then killed some time doing some laundry, then caught a portal to the mainland to spend most of her day window shopping and eating ice cream and generally repressing the hell out of everything.

She'd only just now finally come to her alcove, and had already managed to make herself a blanket nest to half hide in and be miserable. She was telling herself she'd do something about... something, tomorrow. Right now she still didn't feel like she had the energy to try and be an adult or sensible or to take the high road or anything like that.

No, she was just going to keep wallowing in her self-pity for tonight.

[ooc: I had this post planned way early today, so I'm gonna post it, gdi. Post is open, in case anyone else is actually getting on the site by now. And wanting to deal with the emo.]

Despite plans to the contrary, Kate had never made it to the slumber party. It was probably for the best, since after that one big bit of news and stupid hurt, all she really remembered of the evening was a whole lot of booze, and making big declarations on something about giraffes and how they would recognize Nathan as their king. She couldn't remember coming down to her room, though apparently she had.

So when she woke up to the cold with her head a little fuzzy and a lot in pain, at first she thought it was just Bobby's powers acting up. But no, soon enough she figured it was too cold for that, and it was too dark (though her aching head was actually grateful for that) and she could hear the blizzard outside, and all she could think was that this felt really familiar. Except for the hangover. That was new.

She got out of bed for for just long enough to slowly pull on some more clothes and then find a painkiller and down it with a glass of water, before crawling right back into bed and making herself a nest from all her blankets.

So not going to class, no way.

[ooc: Door is locked, but the post is open.]

It had been a very tense, hectic few hours in the Gregson household. There had been a few fights, though those had been had mostly away from Bod's immediate vicinity, even if sound carried well in this house.

First, there'd been a brief row between Tara and Max once she'd finally made it back. Thankfully, that hadn't lasted long, and then Tara had already been off to go get Kate.

Next, there'd been a slightly heated discussion between Max and Charmaine, who'd finally dragged herself out of bed and out into the house, though she wasn't helping much.

Then, once Marshall had gotten home, Courtney had turned up some time after, and they'd had... a discussion, outside. It was about as close to an argument Marshall tended to get, really.

And then finally, once they'd managed to break the vacuum cleaner and had had to call Max's friend Neil to bring his one over, Neil and Charmaine had ended having a major fight in the front yard.

So, it was no wonder that even though the house was starting to look like it could be lived in (the broken windows had been taped over with plastic, the garbage bags had been taken out, the yard had been mostly cleared) the people inside were extremely tense, right about now. It didn't help that Tara and Kate were still nowhere to be seen. It was less than an hour until the social worker was supposed to show up.

Max was vacuuming the floor, while Marshall and Bod had been tasked with putting the finishing touches to everything. Mostly, it meant making sure family pictures were upright and sofa cushions in order.

And Charmaine? She was in the kitchen, and she needed the wall socket for the appliances.

"Stop unplugging the vac!" Max yelled for what felt like the nth time.

( Click for endless drama. )

[ooc: NFB, NFI, TBC in the comments! Part three of three. Again, preplayed with the amazing there_was_life, and taken and modified from United States of Tara S02E07 'Dept. of Fucked Up Family Services'.]

Two weeks and a day ago, on New Year's Eve, around this time, Kate had been dancing with Jason, teasing him and smiling at him, having just apologized to him for being a bitch the day before.

Two weeks and a day ago, around this time, Kate had been feeling like maybe Jason was actually a pretty decent guy to be around.

( Exactly a week ago, and now. )

She kept trying to tell herself that it made no sense, the amount of pain she was in. She didn't really even know all that much about Jason! And hadn't she gone on a date with Warren within the last two weeks, and didn't she still want to go out with him again? Wasn't all this pain and overpowering sadness overdoing it a little for a guy she'd only known for, like, five minutes?

But the thing was that she hadn't had a chance to process anything about what was going on with her and Jason until it was over. It had been somehow violent, the way he'd gotten so close so fast, and it was a lot to take in. She needed to figure out what it actually was that had ended so quickly, before she could let it go. She needed to close herself off. To deal. To hurt.

To stare off into space and pity herself.

[ooc: Establishy, as she won’t open the door for anyone yet, and I need to be in bed soon. Also wow, this came out a lot longer than I expected.]