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

Kate, who had handwavily been to the library on Tuesday, had come out to the front steps of her cabin to read. She didn’t want to go to the campfires yet – mainly because she wanted get some actual reading done – but she didn’t want to seclude herself entirely by hanging out in her alcove, either. This location was a compromise.

Bobby the penguin was out too, walking around in the grass. ”Squeak if you see anyone coming with a kiddie pool,” Kate told him before she settled to read.


[Open! I'm around until this says I no longer am. ETA: Bedtime for the mun, bye.]

Kate had been putting this off for over a day now. She had bought herself some time by realizing she had to recharge her phone, but now it was charged and she couldn’t stall any longer. Sitting on her bed, she took a deep breath and selected her mother’s number on her cell. It was time to lie again.

( An unexpectedly short call )

She hung up, and afterwards just stared at her phone for a while, a blank expression on her face. That had so not gone well at all. And she should have known that her mom would transition because of all the stressing and worrying. She should have known.


There was a distinct possibility of crying today.


[Establishy, but can be open if cabinmates want to poke their heads in. Contents of call NFB, saying she made a call is fine.]