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

Right. Kate had made sure Bobby was staying out of the room for a good while, she'd bribed the squirrels with a bottle of rum and promises of adding some in her wishlist as well, and she'd brought the cake she'd baked in the morning into her room.

( So now it was just her in her Princess Valhalla costume, the cake, a tub of Cool Whip -- and someone else. )

[ooc: Establishy, OOC-okay, and everything under the cut NFB, thank you! And I feel there ought to be a warning here for a teenager engaging in pornographic activities even if it's not sexual for her. This canon, IDEK guys. Taken from USoT S02E08. Bobby modded with kind permission.]

After returning to Fandom the previous afternoon, Kate had mostly been recuperating by sleeping a lot. It had been more than necessary after the week she'd been having, and it had been all kinds of awesome to just be completely unconscious most of the time.

But there came a point where there was no more sleeping or napping needed. And Kate had gone past that point a while ago, and then she'd started to feel like she should do something, just to get her mind off things. And at first that something had been to clean up her desk, but that was only until her eyes happened fall on the notepad with the original PVH email list on it.

It didn't take all that long for her to be at the point where she'd made sure she'd be undisturbed for a while, and she was just about to start a webcam chat with a guy who called himself fourth_mister.

She'd only put on her wig and her helmet, and foregone the rest of the outfit for a generic pink shirt and her golden leggins, and she adjusted her helmet right before watching a slightly nervous twenty-something show up on her screen. She felt a twinge of some nervousness of her own, but she quirked a quick smile at him. "Hey."

"Hi," the guy replied, starting to smile. "Is this Princess Valhalla Hawkwind?"

"Yes it is," Kate smirked. "Now let's do this."

And so Princess Valhalla Hawkwind had officially entered the webcam business.

[ooc: NFI, OOC-okay, partially taken from USoT S02E08 'Explosive Diorama', and up super early because I'm leaving to spend the weekend being overfed by my darling grandmother who seems to think that an average-sized 22-year-old girl is actually half a battallion of malnourished soldiers in clever disguise.]