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

This was it.

Kate had packed stuff in this room many, many times over the last two years, but this was it. The big one. The one time of packing where she'd already sent a few boxes of crap to be shipped off back to Kansas, because this wasn't just packing for a weekend at home, or a spring break, or a surprise trip off the island. This was packing to leave, to move away for good, and it felt more than a little surreal. She could remember many times she'd wanted nothing more than to leave the island and never look back, and now that she was actually doing it, she... She found she really, really didn't want to.

But she didn't really have a choice, and at the same time, she was looking forward to whatever was going to happen to her from now on. She just wished she could've maybe continued doing all of that from here.

She'd mostly packed all of her stuff already, and only a few open bags remained on her stripped bed. She was taking down the last of her possessions: everything on the wall beside her bed, the collection she'd started out on her very first day in order to make the room feel more like hers. Fliers and drawings and postcards, and photos of her family, and Bobby as a penguin, and herself as a boy, and all the other mementos that had been fit to be tacked into the wall.

She hadn't cried yet but it was still early.

[ooc: Open door, open post! This is Kate's last post in Fandom for now, yes. *CLINGS*

And I'm gonna go ahead and say the inevitable thread with Bod is gonna be chronologically last regardless of tagging order.]

So, after her randomly awkward visit to the library, it seemed there was to be no party for Kate today. Well, not unless you counted it a party that she was wearing her new dress while music played on in the background. Kate didn't. The dress was because for just a moment, she'd considered going into town after all, before she'd realized that would've either meant going to the Devil's Nest and not being able to drink, or going to Caritas and having to face Caroline.

The music was just because.

She was slumped on her bed, playing a game on her phone and wondering whether she should dig out the liquor bottle she knew she had stashed in the depths of her closet. It called for consideration.

Thinking hard on just how pathetic that would make her look, mostly.

[ooc: Mostly 'stablishy, but can be open since I'm probably not gonna go to bed for a couple more hours like an insane person! The door is cracked open.]

Fire. There's someone on fire. But Kate can't see who it is until the figure turns around and it's her but not her but her and she's standing there and the flames lick up her arms and she's on fire but then it's Mitchell, wild-eyed with a fire inside, and it's Hannibal and the flames go from hot to cold from hot to cold in time with his eyes, and then it's Jack and Emma and Karla and Sebastien and David and Bod and Marshall and Max and Tara --

And then it's Annie, serene calm beautiful Annie like that time in the cellar, and everything stops for a single awful second as she smiles.

And then the flames swallow her up and there's nothing but the fire.

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Kate had been very, very glad to not wake up screaming. She had been very glad to wake up, period. Her subconscious was not the place to be right now, her dreams had made that abundantly clear. She'd had no trouble getting out of bed since she'd craved a cold shower to fully wake her up and make sure nothing lingered on.

After the shower, she'd changed her clothes, put on some music, opened the door, made her bed and then flopped down on it with a notebook to make plans for a third floor welcome she wasn't sure she'd even organize.

Saturday wasn't shaping up to be a day to be bubbly and welcoming.

[ooc: Open post, open door. ETA: I would like to call all Mitchell stuff NFB, please and thank you!]

Kate was still recuperating. Her night, once she'd bothered to even try pretending she wanted to fall asleep, had been fitful and filled with nightmares, and hadn't left her feeling particularly refreshed.

Still, she'd tried to get back into some normal kind of feeling today. She'd eaten, and she'd showered, and she'd tried do positive, normal things. Having noticed there was a Strawberry Social today, and that the weather had finally cleared, she'd even gotten as far as slipping on a red dress before she'd realized that she had absolutely no inclination whatsoever for being social in a large crowd of people today. None. She was pretty sure she'd either end up hanging around the edges or leaving way early. Or maybe crying again. So, it was best just not to go at all. She wasn't feeling normal enough for that.

So, she'd picked up her laptop and flopped onto her bed, stomach down. She'd just be overdressed for some casual surfing. Pretty things, nothing dark or depressing.

[ooc: Door and post open.]

The view out the window was still Tokyo. And it was still raining. It was starting to get a bit depressing.

This meant Kate was spending her day in bed, eating candy and reading some laughable YA romance novel for the sole entertainment value of mocking it in her head. And playing 'spot the cliche' while wondering whether she should just get her laptop and pull up TVTropes to make herself a bingo card for the next hundred pages or so, because she was sure she could see the major twists coming a mile away.

Ah, easy afternoons.

[ooc: Just for he who knows who he is, and various degrees of SP.]

Kate had finally managed to get a good night's sleep, even if it was only because she'd been exhausted beyond all measure after returning from the funeral. She didn't remember much about last night, really, beyond Bod checking up on her via phonecalls through the evening until she'd announced she was going to bed. She must've been doing random crap, but couldn't remember what it had been, and didn't really care, either.

Her head was a little clearer today, though she wasn't sure if that was good or not. She didn't want to think about the funeral anymore, not about Nathan's coffin, or his mom, or how she was pretty sure Caroline hadn't cried at all, or how she herself had been crying all the fucking time. She just needed a mental break from it all.

So, she was focusing on the party tomorrow. She'd considered calling it off and having someone tear down all the posters, but she really needed something like that to concentrate her energy on instead of wallowing. So, halfway decently dressed in one of the less revealing pairs of shorts and a long hoodie, she sat on her bed and jotted down errands she needed to run today.

[ooc: Post and door open, girl is far far less likely to fall apart than she has been for a few days omg.]

Uncharacteristically, Kate was awake first. Not that that meant much: it wasn't like she'd moved yet or anything. Why would she have, when she was all wrapped up in blankets with Bod and could just enjoy his body heat and his familiar smell and feel all right there, close to her?

... Well, actually, she could think of a reason. It just came to her, suddenly, something they'd talked about, something she'd put some thought into later. She was warm and happy and it seemed like as good a time as any, probably for those very reasons.

Trying to move as slowly and smoothly as she could, so as not to wake Bod up yet if she didn't have to, she reached to fumble the drawer of her bedside table open for a notebook she knew she had there.

[ooc: Just for that pale English dude that's not the one I'm playing!]

Yeah, so, last night had been fun. If you were a masochist and thought messed up weather coupled with a stupid fire drill was fun, which Kate didn't. Bod had had to half carry her up to her room and help her out of her wet clothes before she'd fallen in bed and dozed off into deep sleep pretty damn fast.

And deep sleep was where she'd stayed until just now. She wasn't even sure why she was already waking up now, but she was. And maybe it wasn't so bad: she needed a shower, and breakfast, and she'd planned to actually get her ass down to the salle today, and there was other crap that she was supposed to do as well. Waking up would have actually been a good idea.

... Kate just shifted a bit and clung to Bod some more. Five more minutes. Just five more minutes.

[ooc: For the mildly-yet-lovingly modded boy.]

It was the day before the start of Parents' Weekend, and Kate was cleaning her side of the room.

Of course, she wasn't planning on letting Zach visit her room, not after what had happened the first time she'd let him in her room at home. And she didn't exactly give a damn about what condition her room would be in if Moosh and Lionel happened to come by there. So, if anyone asked, she'd say she was in fact doing a nice thing for Bobby and his visitors by cleaning up some of her mess. Yes.

She didn't even know whether Bobby had anyone coming to visit, or if he cared at all about what their room looked like, so maybe that excuse was not entirely true. Whatever, at least her side of the room would be kind of spotless for a while.

[ooc: Door and post are open! Even for people that aren't me.]

Kate had been a little melancholy to lose the run of the dorms, yes. Somehow that had turned into confining herself in her room, where she was currently sprawled on her back on her bed in her favored combo of tank top and short skirt, just idly looking at the ceiling as some music played on in the background.

She'd considered going out yesterday when people were coming back, to maybe talk to some of the returnees, but then she'd decided against it. She'd say it was out of laziness, but at least some part of it was that she just didn't want to get confirmation of something she was already pretty sure was true.

Namely, that no one had noticed her little disappearance.

She hadn't told anyone when she left (apart from administration), and it wasn't like she was expecting anyone to notice when the resort was so big and she'd been spending so much time on her own, but it still wasn't a thought that made her particularly happy. So, it was better to just let people come to her, and maybe not even mention it unless they did first. And if no one did, well, whatever. Looking at the ceiling and listening to music while thinking about her next trip out of town was as fine a way to spend some time as any.

[ooc: Door is halfway open, post completely so.]