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[gevurah]

[ stephanie brown ]

[ Just as expected, she dwells on this for some time. They haven't spoken in months and had things not ended up this way, she would have kept ceased communications. There isn't much anger she holds toward the other woman anymore, but there is a severe lack of trust. For Kate, if she could not trust someone or they didn't fit her standards as reliable, she dropped them, no matter how guilty or guiltless she felt about it.

But to not say anything would be cruel and nobody deserves that. While she doesn't consider her a friend anymore, she's still an ally. ]

Come to the clinic.


[ kidnapped filter ]

[ Kate abhors using those words for this filter. Time to check in on everyone, though. ]

How are you all doing?

[ If you're in the clinic, holla. ]


[ And it should not come as too much of a surprise, but Kate leaves out a filter to her own friends. At least for now. She's tired and has to deal with Stephanie soon, so she wants to be completely prepared for whatever is to come. She doesn't mean to make anyone worry.

With some effort, she manages to sit up on her bed. She's currently in the clinic, much to her chagrin. Never has she liked being stuck on bed rest and being made to feel so helpless, frustrated and tired. It makes her feel like a victim, something she's always hated since the time she was a child. Even knowing the clinic staff were just doing their job, it makes her feel petty.

Now? She feels restless. She pours through the journal for details on what's happened in the castle during the days she was stuck elsewhere, yet there's nothing that really explains what exactly happened. As usual, there's no reason. There's never a reason.

She shouldn't waste any energy feeling so angry about this. ]


[ ooc; open in the clinic to whoever! ]

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[gevurah]

[ She knows this is routine and just his job, but hearing "patient" makes her cringe on the inside. ]

A lot better. [ A tiny smile. ] The meds worked fast.

[confidente]

Good to hear. [ He had been a little worried, with that wound and all. ] You're one tough woman, Kate. I'm sorry none of us managed to figure out what was happening before people got hurt. [ And killed. ]

[gevurah]

[ She adjusts herself, pulling the pillow up to rest her back against it. ]

As long as you weren't the one sending penises through to us? I don't blame you. [ Shakes her head. ] It doesn't seem like there were any clues other than our nameplates being mirrored.

[confidente]

[ He laughs, awkwardly. ] Yeah that, wasn't me. I'm pretty terrible at drawing anyway. [ Stick figures are the best he can do. ]

From what I could gather over the journals, there wasn't. We had no idea what was going on until that first message came through.

[gevurah]

Neither did we, to be honest. [ A frown. ] None of it made sense.

[confidente]

The castle really isn't fond of making sense, is it?

[gevurah]

It's just more questions than answers around here. [ And she's sick of it. ]

[confidente]

I'm starting to think we're never going to get any answers. [ She's not the only one. ]

[gevurah]

I wonder how many other people here think that, too.

[confidente]

Not sure, wouldn't be surprised if there is a fair amount.

[ He sighs, shaking his head. ]

I'm thinking of grabbing a cup of tea from the break room, would you like anything?

[gevurah]

[ She waves a hand. ]

I'm good, thanks.

[confidente]

Alright. [ A short smile. ]

If you need anything, give me a shout. I should be around for a while.

[gevurah]

Thanks, Doctor.

[confidente]

You're welcome. [ And with that he gets up, moving the chair out of the way and disappears into the back to go drink himself some god damn tea before going back to work. ]