Lt. Comdr. Kat-320 (
inmylight_commander) wrote in
paradisa2012-07-14 06:49 am
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[Kat's journal opens with a CRASH. Nope, the castle hadn't forgotten about all the components she'd previously wished for in order to make her impressive armory, a hangar, and the FALCON. One wish for breakfast as she was finishing her morning routine brought it all down on her in one fell swoop, and for someone unused to feeling at such a disadvantage she'd lost her balance directly into her desk.]
Damnit, what the hell?
Damnit, what the hell?

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[Softly, a very slight lowering of barriers,] I want to make sure she's not going to do anything to you.
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Thank you. I don't think she'll manage it... But you can never tell with South.
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I guess I haven't been too reliable. [A jab of self-hate in her words. Dammit, she shouldn't even be in bed.]
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[Softly,] I've been gone a long time.
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[Hope you weren't serious about that 'no arguments' thing, because the longer she's laying there the more likely she is to try and leave.]
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[It's not going so well.]
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[Pushing her back to the bed.]
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[She goes down easy, far easier then she thinks she should, and the brings a hand up to her temples as her vision tinges with black at the edges for a moment.]
[Softly,] Washington, what is going on?
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You need to rest. It's the castle's work.
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I hate when this place pulls shit like this.
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