vanillajello: (Just chillin'.)
It was a morning in early January in Kansas, and Kate was awake but hadn't accomplished much past rolling onto her back to look at the ceiling of her parents' bedroom. (Or, as it had been for a couple of months, hers and Bod's.) Awake enough to have thoughts whirring in her head but not enough to actually bother getting out of bed. She'd get to that. She had work, later, and all. But she was thinking right now.

They had about a month to go before her parents would be coming back. The news from Boston seemed to be positive, most of the time. It was hard, too, of course it was, but her mom seemed to think she was making some sort of progress and while Kate was naturally wary of getting too optimistic, it was still pretty nice to hear.

But that wasn't really what she was thinking about. Her thoughts were more centred around what would happen once her parents got back. You know, with their general living situation. Even with how annoying paying the bills was, she'd kind of gotten used to just having the house for the three of them.


[ooc: NFB, naturally, but open for calls/texts, and that guy that lives here.]
vanillajello: (Deep thoughts are possible.)
Friday had been pretty spectacularly bad, and the less said about it the better. Saturday, Kate had just laid low and recuperated. And today, today was just one of those days she had to get off the island. It was just a necessity, being outside in the normal world. Not getting yelled at by vampires, not singing things that were better kept silent.

So she'd come here, to this ice cream place. She'd been happy here once, months and months ago, flirting and drawing out some of the very first of those blushes she'd later come to love so much. This was a good, non-crazy place to be spending a Sunday afternoon in.

She had a big bowl of ice cream and her laptop in front of her, and was currently busying herself with following some of Knatasha Knightblade's advice from a few weeks ago by setting up an Amoozoo wishlist for Princess Valhalla Hawkwind.

Picking out things she wanted was like therapy. She'd be here a while.

[ooc: NFB due to being off-island, but open for calls/texts/randomly finding her here.]
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: (Pretty and knows it.)
After her classes of the day, Kate had headed into town, because there was finally nothing to stop her from doing so. The weather wasn't the best possible, but she'd wandered around for a long time anyway. She needed it after last week.

But eventually, she'd retreated back to the dorms and her room. And now, she stood in front of the mirror on the wall, running her fingers through her still slightly damp hair, and tried to figure out whether she should go for a slightly different hairstyle sometime in the future.

She'd been letting her hair grow, lately, and had started to wear it wavy instead of completely straight more and more often, and the blue streaks were hardly ever getting used anymore. So, changes had already happened, but still, she wondered.

Thinking about her hair was so much better than worrying about fog and creatures. She was allowed.

[ooc: Open door, open post! Yes, I'm starting the slow transition to S2 with her hair. Apparently. ETA: thread with Bod gets NWS somewhere around 200 comments in.]
vanillajello: (Looking up the stairs.)
So, apparently, as requested, Leto had asked Mat to find someplace else to stay for tonight.

Which was why Kate was now knocking on the door to room 645, already smirking.

[ooc: For that guy with the eyes whose room this is, and great SP justice! Roommate's awayness modded with permission. ETA: NWS it is.]
vanillajello: (Not yet dressed.)
This was the first time Kate actually stopped to look through the cards on her Valentine's Day flowers. Sure, she'd glanced at them yesterday, her attention grabbed mostly by the one that made her mutter "No, Hannibal, you are" to herself, but now she actually took the time to see who they were from, and what they meant.

A few flowers from friends.

Carnations from someone who was a bad – if totally hot– decision just waiting to happen.

And a rose from someone who'd probably ordered it before she'd... Done that thing. Whatever it should've been called. Being a mess? Showing off her damage? Panicking?

She poked at the flowers, lost in thought.

[ooc: Open door/post! I'm sick, entertain me.]
vanillajello: (Underaged drinking.)
Kate had been at this motel since Thursday night. She'd spent the days cooped up in her room, or taking walks around the surrounding area. There wasn't much to see, but she'd told herself that at least there weren’t any gremlins popping out or anything unusual falling out of the sky. In essence, at least it wasn't Fandom.

And the evenings were spent in the motel bar, dressed in her least sixteen-looking clothes, wearing the kind of make-up Alice had tried to get her to use. She hadn't been carded once. It was that kind of a place; indifferent, sleazy, kind of depressing...

She was never telling Mitchell about it.

There'd been some random thirtysomething guy, staying at the motel on a business trip, who'd bought her drinks and told her she had an interesting name and an even more interesting life story. And she'd smiled and said she’d grown to like the name, and oh hey, had she told him about that messed up thing that happened when she’d kinda been involved with Colin Farrell?

... Yeah. This time she was January Harcourt, born in South Africa to a boxing promoter and his trophy wife, grown up all over the States, and currently residing in Monaco. He'd bought it all. (He'd been most interested in her cleavage, anyway.) And she'd been amused. It was simple and easy, and so totally removed from her real life.

But now he was gone, and tomorrow Kate would be gone too. Back to Fandom.


For now, though, she was still here, with a glass of orange juice in front of her, and the only thing reminding her that it was Valentine's Day was the drunk middle-aged couple at the corner table loudly declaring their love for each other.

[ooc: NFB due to distance, open for calls and text messages, although depending on who you are, she may not pick up straight away.]
vanillajello: (On the computer.)
Kate had been back from her weekly trip to Baltimore pretty late last night. After her ballet class had ended, she'd spent a long time just walking around, trying to convince herself she didn't have to go back.

But the reality was that she didn't have the money to stay off the island. Her monthly allowance from her parents wasn't coming in until next week. So she'd just have to deal. There were girly plans for Sunday. That helped, a little.

But the idea of a few days anywhere but here wouldn't leave her alone.

So, now, after a morning session down at the dance studio, Kate was once again lying on her stomach on her bed, with her laptop in front of her, and she was looking for the cheapest and least romantic place all of Maryland, and a way to get there next weekend.

She thought she might head to the club fair in the afternoon, but it was entirely possible she wouldn't.

[ooc: Open door, open post!]
vanillajello: (Looking up the stairs.)
After the thing with Ben at the mall on Monday, Kate had done the rest of her shopping in a daze, kind of disoriented. She'd even bought a green top. She never really wore green, but she was wearing it now, paired with black skinnyjeans. She'd bought it; might as well wear it.

Somewhere in the back of her mind it was a symbol for that weird feeling of victory she'd felt at seeing Benjamin walk away.

After Monday, the rest of the week had been pretty mellow. Board games, food, hanging out, bad holiday movies, sharing a bottle of peppermint schnapps with her brother. Vegging out in front of the Xbox. Getting presents. Eating some more. Being... happy, really. And kinda surprised by it.

Of course, Alice had shown up and had a few concerns to voice about the way Kate was living in Fandom, but even that had been kind of okay. Eventually. It was a part of Kate's life.

But it was enough to remind her why she was living in Fandom now, and she was glad to be back.

She was nearly finished with her unpacking. Some of her things still had glitter on them, but she was fine with that. It was just a little bit of glitter. The door was half-open, and the music would probably inform people she had returned a day early.

[ooc: Open post! *clings to the internet* Omg I have catching up to do. ETA: NWS.]
vanillajello: (What the hell are you saying?)

Some weeks ago, Kate had had a little accident with glitter. Namely, she'd dumped a containerful of it in one of her desk drawers. She'd tried to clean it all up, but it was like the drawer was generating more of it by itself, and so she'd given up and just avoided using anything in the drawer until she absolutely had to.

Well, now that time had come, because she was packing and wanted to take a certain sketchbook back to her mom. And it happened to be in that drawer, and so she’d taken it out and yeah. Now there seemed to be glitter all over everything, and especially her hands, which just made it spread more.

But whatever. Glitter wasn't the end of the world. She was going to get everything packed now, glitterified or not, and then maybe head into town for a massive DDR session later. It was her last day at Fandom before a week in Overland Park; she wasn't about to let that get ruined.

[ooc: Open door & post, last chance to talk to her face-to-face before she goes to Kansas. I'm around on and off all day.]
vanillajello: (On the computer.)
Kate was a mess. A little bit. In a vague, numb way. Not that she would be showing that to people.

It had been a pretty long week; filled with thinking she was insane, and Christmas shopping, and talking about ballet, and theater, and people unexplainably falling madly in love, and sleeping with several blankets and wearing many many layers because her roommate was making their room cold.

Despite having made two separate trips to the mainland within a week, a part of her wanted to just follow Jack’s lead and get the hell off the island for the weekend. But it was only a week until she’d go back to Kansas for Christmas. Might as well stick it out on the island until then. There was a party on Sunday and everything.

And now she’d found a bunch of photos she’d forgotten about on her computer. They were from the spring, and featured a lot of people she hadn't seen or talked to in a while. Her girlfriends back in Kansas (and such awesome friends they were, having lost contact with her pretty much straight after she moved to Fandom), people from school, Gene, Benjamin. Seemed like half a lifetime away.

She looked at the pictures, comparing her life then to her life now. Deciding which was better wasn't an easy thing to do.

[ooc: Open door, open post!]
vanillajello: (Smiling sideways.)
As planned, Kate and Leto had handwavily left Fandom on Friday, acquired a crappy but cheap car by questionable means – Leto used Voice on the salesperson so they could buy it – and set out on their road trip.

So far it was seeming like an extremely good idea. Kate needed this, being in her world, being in a place where she knew the rules. The further they'd got from Fandom, the more relaxed she’d been.

Really, even this sleazy motel was making her happy with just how normal it was.

Of course, it didn't mean she didn’t want to leave and continue the trip. There was still a lot they could see before they had to head back. And they had to be out of the room by noon, anyway.

"I think I'd like to get some birthday cake today," Kate smirked, drying her hair with a towel after a quick, cool shower.

[ooc: For the boy mentioned in the narrative. NFB due to distance.]
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.]
vanillajello: (Cattified.)
Kate loved Halloween, and October in general. It was her favourite time of the year. Usually, at least: this time the month had been a little rough. But she was sure nothing could ruin Halloween for her.

She was wrong.

She'd handwavily acquired some Halloween decorations and was hanging them up on her side of the room, when she suddenly started to feel weird. And wrong. She had just enough time to recognize the feeling.

"Oh fu––mwror!"

It was going to be a bitch, decorating your room when you were suddenly a lot smaller and had paws instead of hands.

Kate the cat was not pleased.

[ooc: Mostly establishy, but if you’d like to interact with a rare case of "Kate can’t snark at you", go ahead. I’m around! Availability notice for the weekend coming up.]
vanillajello: (Sleepyhead.)
Kate had had a lot of fun at the dance. A lot of fun, and a lot of spiked punch.

It was no surprise, really, that today was not the best day Kate had ever had.

She had woken up feeling intensely hungover. She didn’t have any painkillers, so – in a very, very dumb move – she had decided to bravely face the carnival without them.

It didn’t exactly work out, and she’d eventually been forced to get pills from town. She’d returned to the carnival for a while after that, but it hadn’t taken her long to figure out that she just couldn’t do it. Getting lost in the house of mirrors and subsequently wanting to cry were pretty good signs of that. She’d headed back to the dorms.

The lights were out, the door was closed, and Kate was lying on her bed, slowly starting to feel like a human being again.

[ooc: Post is open, door is closed.]
vanillajello: (Eating.)
So. It was Kate’s 16th birthday today.

She’d gotten a birthday phonecall from her family first thing in the morning. It was a lot more extravagant than the one she’d made to her brother on Monday, when it had been his birthday.

It had been as sweet and vaguely embarrassing as always, but it was weird that her family wasn’t here with her, making her feel embarrassed in person.

...And it was even weirder that she couldn’t say she was completely happy that in just a day, her mother and brother were going to be here.

There was no way she could completely ignore the weekend, looming there in the very near future. Talking to Mitchell had calmed her a little, but there was still a lot of stress left, making her slightly twitchy. So many things could go wrong and wreck everything.

But that was a problem for tomorrow, and this was today, and today was her birthday, and she had been promised a present, and she focused on that thought while she watched an appropriate movie on her laptop, and stuffed her face with candy.

[ooc: Door and post open! If you’d like, you’re more than welcome to handwave having found out Kate's a birthday girl today.]
vanillajello: (Genderswap: looking at you.)
It had been quite an interesting morning, to say the least.

Kate had woken up to her brother calling her. She had confused him a lot before finally noticing that her voice wasn't exactly her voice, and by the way neither was her body, and she had then promptly hung up on him and turned the phone off before dealing with the situation.

After searching her closet for the pair of boxers she'd bought after Bobby was girlified, and for other clothes that still fit and looked good on this body, she'd gone to meet (and confuse) Mitchell.

And now she was back in her room, standing before the full-length mirror on the wall, examining her current shape from every angle. She was still about the same height, and had the same slim build, and she was more androgynous than plain old masculine, but still. A boy.

And a pretty one, at that.

[ooc: Open door, open post, although I shall be AFK for the next two hours I'm around! For those wondering, boy!Kate is Daniel Johns, back when he didn't look a little weird.]
vanillajello: (Texting.)
Kate was just getting around to emailing photos of Fandom to her brother when her phone buzzed, signaling the arrival of a message.

haven’t seen you at school, where r u?

Kate blinked a few times after she read the message. Oh-kay. Not entirely unexpected, but still pretty surprising. She wasn’t going to reply to it, though. He didn’t deserve it. She couldn’t really bring herself to delete the message right away, but went back to picking sendable pictures on the computer.

About five minutes later the phone buzzed again.

i miss you katie-chan

...He was making it really hard not to reply. Kate sat on her bed, looking at her phone.

[Open door, open post!]
vanillajello: (Sitting on the bed.)
Kate was too lazy to actually leave her room today. She slept into late morning, and after a quick breakfast was now comfortably sitting cross-legged on her bed, listening to music while alternating between drawing, reading a book and doing stuff on her laptop computer.

She had opened the door, though, and looked up if people went past it. Sure, she was feeling lazy, but that didn’t mean she was going to be missing out on talking to people.

vanillajello: (Smoking.)
Saturday had seen a very weird trip to the mall, and as a consequence, Sunday had been pretty quiet. Tara had woken up as herself again, and everything was a little awkward. It wasn’t as if Tara’s condition was a big family secret, but it was out now, and it affected the mood in the house. Everyone tried to do their own thing, and conversations revolved around trivial stuff. Kate’s family, in an effort to make light conversation, asked questions about life in Fandom and where Leto was from. They didn’t know how much editing went into answering them.

And today the house was empty apart from Kate and Leto. Max had gone to work, Tara had gone somewhere with Charmaine, and Marshall had gone to visit his best friend. It seemed like they were all maybe slightly running away, glad to put the weekend behind them.

Kate was holed up in her room for the moment. She had taken a shower, and after getting dressed and blowdrying her hair, she rummaged around her desk drawer until she found a lighter and a near-empty packet of cigarettes. She took one, and after opening her door a little to signal it was okay to come in, she went to smoke the cigarette by the open window.

[For the boy. NFB due to distance.]


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Kate Gregson

January 2017



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