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alsohawkeye) wrote2024-01-11 07:28 pm
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KATE BISHOP
KATE BISHOP
So how goes the whole bow and arrow thing?
[AWKWARD SMALL TALK ALERT.]
[AWKWARD SMALL TALK ALERT.]
[ He gets a reply like 8 hours later. Maybe she was in a dead spot? (No.) ]
Good news: I'm still amazing at it. How goes the whole dude who sucks at exits thing?
Good news: I'm still amazing at it. How goes the whole dude who sucks at exits thing?
Hey, I've got your copy of space Rocky for you
[super casual start to this]
[super casual start to this]
cool, thanks. i can come pick it up later if you're around in an hour or so?
text --> action (this is what you had in mind right i can swap to more texts if not lmk)
alsohawkeye
- 2014-06-30 19:50 (UTC) - ExpandHow's the aftermath going?
[ Severus has been slow and cagey about checking up on people, given how pissed off he is about everything still; Kate's the first he's bothered with. Maybe because he can see her aggressive everythingness on the network. ]
[ Severus has been slow and cagey about checking up on people, given how pissed off he is about everything still; Kate's the first he's bothered with. Maybe because he can see her aggressive everythingness on the network. ]
i feel like i got run over by at least 12 rabid bulldozers and apparently people have just been sitting on fucking encyclopedias of info about this place w/o telling us. fuck everything
[ Obviously the best way to handle what just happened is with pie. Sometime late on July 3rd once everyone has returned, they are summoned by Kate via text to meet at the Pie Hole near the Oxygen Gardens, Tranquility's own inexplicable pie shop. The largest booth has been commandeered and pies (mostly variations on apple, berry, and appleberry but those are the best kinds of pie anyway) and drinks ordered. There is also alcohol, magically produced from don't ask where.
Kate for her part looks pretty much like shit, wan and bearing some lovely bruises on both arms and one cheekbone. Wet hair says she's showered, fresh stitches up one bicep and at her hairline say she's been to medical (or is both more hardcore and more skilled with a needle than anyone knew), and the vodka she is pouring into her soda says she's totally fine, seriously. ]
Kate for her part looks pretty much like shit, wan and bearing some lovely bruises on both arms and one cheekbone. Wet hair says she's showered, fresh stitches up one bicep and at her hairline say she's been to medical (or is both more hardcore and more skilled with a needle than anyone knew), and the vodka she is pouring into her soda says she's totally fine, seriously. ]
Edited 2014-07-07 04:16 (UTC)
[ Claire doesn't accept any of the alcohol that's offered to her. She had tried beer back in the dorms and didn't like the taste of it enough to justify drinking it when it wasn't going to produce the effect so desired, and the tequila had been bad enough going down every time that she's not eager to repeat the experience. Maybe if they had some wine, which she finds she actually likes, but for the moment she's content to push crumbling crust around a plate, soak it up with the ice cream that has somehow been procured - she's going to have to ask about that - and actually eat her feelings.
If she's being perfectly honest with herself, she's exhausted, but Claire looks no worse for wear. All the blood has been cleaned off of her skin, washed out of her clothing, soaked from her hair. Some of it remains under her fingernails, little clumps that had collected deep enough that she hadn't been able to get them out with her teeth. She longs for some nail polish. Or a set of nail clippers. Something. It seems so insubstantial, when she looks at Kate, who looks like she's been through hell and back. Guilt shakes her down every time she makes eye contact with the other girl. If only she had been faster. ]
You know. [ Claire eventually beings this by shoving another bite of the appleberry into her mouth. ] I could make better pie than this.
If she's being perfectly honest with herself, she's exhausted, but Claire looks no worse for wear. All the blood has been cleaned off of her skin, washed out of her clothing, soaked from her hair. Some of it remains under her fingernails, little clumps that had collected deep enough that she hadn't been able to get them out with her teeth. She longs for some nail polish. Or a set of nail clippers. Something. It seems so insubstantial, when she looks at Kate, who looks like she's been through hell and back. Guilt shakes her down every time she makes eye contact with the other girl. If only she had been faster. ]
You know. [ Claire eventually beings this by shoving another bite of the appleberry into her mouth. ] I could make better pie than this.
I've been busy. Was your comm only one way until now?
Sure, what's up?
PS don't be mad but I kind of tore my hands up training. I have no calluses at all, I have to break them in.
PS don't be mad but I kind of tore my hands up training. I have no calluses at all, I have to break them in.
Edited 2014-09-21 07:53 (UTC)
[ Kate has to delete a couple petty kneejerk replies. 'I don't know, can we?' 'You're the one who wasn't talking', etc. ]
Ok.
Ok.
I don't know, I think I'm most entertaining when I'm being entertained.
[ Hahahahahahaha ]
It's called autotune. It's basically a computer program that can change the pitch of your voice. If you use it just a little it can make people sound like they're more on key but if you use it too much you sound weird. Also she's just got a nasaly voice, I guess?
It's called autotune. It's basically a computer program that can change the pitch of your voice. If you use it just a little it can make people sound like they're more on key but if you use it too much you sound weird. Also she's just got a nasaly voice, I guess?
[Picking up from here:
Sirius does not go back on promises. Which means that, as soon as he's given his time frame, five minutes, he leaves his room and heads for one of the empty ones. The after-effects of his fight with William is slight--wizards, man, they heal up and they heal up fast, and in the end, the damage hadn't been that much. And his good cheer is still intact, perhaps weirdly.
Then again, this is Christmas that they're talking about. Some things are important.
He leaves the door open so Kate will know which room to go into. Not that she'd have a hard time finding it, because he's also whistling, very loudly, Christmas carol after Christmas carol, sat on the floor and filling a conjured basin full of conjured water.]
Sirius does not go back on promises. Which means that, as soon as he's given his time frame, five minutes, he leaves his room and heads for one of the empty ones. The after-effects of his fight with William is slight--wizards, man, they heal up and they heal up fast, and in the end, the damage hadn't been that much. And his good cheer is still intact, perhaps weirdly.
Then again, this is Christmas that they're talking about. Some things are important.
He leaves the door open so Kate will know which room to go into. Not that she'd have a hard time finding it, because he's also whistling, very loudly, Christmas carol after Christmas carol, sat on the floor and filling a conjured basin full of conjured water.]
[ Kate has never been the sort of Christmas zealot that others clearly are or that her bitching at Edgeworth might imply. If you'd asked her how she felt about it as a holiday her reply would mostly consist of shrugging. It's alright, better in theory than in practice. She doesn't even really love snow, either. It's a pain in the ass in the city after the first lovely half hour or so, all filthy slush puddles and cabs sliding around the street.
But stuck in space for almost a year the idea of anything even a little like weather grabs her hard, and Sirius doesn't have to wait for long. She follows the sound of O Christmas Tree until she finds the right door, giving the wizard on the floor a smile as she props bow and quiver against the wall and then joins him, folding her legs in front of her opposite the bowl. ]
Okay, so more water than what's in the air required. Good to know.
But stuck in space for almost a year the idea of anything even a little like weather grabs her hard, and Sirius doesn't have to wait for long. She follows the sound of O Christmas Tree until she finds the right door, giving the wizard on the floor a smile as she props bow and quiver against the wall and then joins him, folding her legs in front of her opposite the bowl. ]
Okay, so more water than what's in the air required. Good to know.
This message is to inform you on behalf of the medical team that we will be making records of your recent injuries and only these records specifically available to Security for the purposes of investigation into mural tampering. You will be informed again by myself if your records are accessed at any point in any investigations, and if you have any concerns about your information and its availability, I maintain regular office hours where I will be happy to discuss the matter in further detail.
Your recovery and comfort are a priority to our team.
- Dr M. Gallo
Your recovery and comfort are a priority to our team.
- Dr M. Gallo
No, different guy. I didn't know the vampire was one until he attacked me.
[ Ooooookay. It takes Kate a second to remember what she means, but that is not on the recording. ]
Uhh. Jay, Cap, Brrrrad maybe? Maybe Jax if we weren't already friends? To be honest I remember the part where I left you off of it much more clearly than the rest. Why?
Are you poaching off my list? What's yours these days?
Uhh. Jay, Cap, Brrrrad maybe? Maybe Jax if we weren't already friends? To be honest I remember the part where I left you off of it much more clearly than the rest. Why?
Are you poaching off my list? What's yours these days?
Oh my god.
[Laying on her stomach on Kate's bed, reading along with the network, and then this happens, which, okay, whatever, except--
Johanna tosses her device down onto the bed, angry.]
If that stupid bitch actually contacts these people, I'm going to cut her hands off. One at a time.
[Laying on her stomach on Kate's bed, reading along with the network, and then this happens, which, okay, whatever, except--
Johanna tosses her device down onto the bed, angry.]
If that stupid bitch actually contacts these people, I'm going to cut her hands off. One at a time.
[ Kate is engrossed in her own network conversation, if it really deserves the name. Mutual interrogation? She feels like she's winning at the moment, so whatever. It takes a moment for her attention to shift. But she lowers her comm from where she's been holding it up over her head and rolls from back to side, half-draping herself over Johanna to peer past her shoulder, reaching for her comm to look. ]
I mean there are only two, so I don't know how much longer that will take really. One at a time is much more threatening with fingers. Which stupid bitch?
I mean there are only two, so I don't know how much longer that will take really. One at a time is much more threatening with fingers. Which stupid bitch?
[Maybe a few days after Johanna pretended like she had real feelings to win an argument... (Or maybe made a real confession of feelings, in a very roundabout way...)
Johanna knocks at Kate's door, once, a sharp rap. Very matter of fact. And then she stands back with her arms folded over her chest, hip cocked, eyes turned upwards. Bored and irritated and already tired of waiting. Fine; she knocks again, this time more annoyed.]
Hurry up.
Johanna knocks at Kate's door, once, a sharp rap. Very matter of fact. And then she stands back with her arms folded over her chest, hip cocked, eyes turned upwards. Bored and irritated and already tired of waiting. Fine; she knocks again, this time more annoyed.]
Hurry up.
Just a second!
[ The call from inside is annoyed too, and if sound traveled better through these doors (thank god it doesn't) she'd hear Kate fumbling around putting on pants and bumping into things as she's rushed. She'd meant to get in touch before now-- she feels like she owes Johanna an apology, maybe an explanation, or god forbid a conversation-- but there've been Things to Do. Meetings to attend, boggarts and pirates to hunt.
She answers the door with wet hair still half-wrapped in a towel, but dressed, and already asking ] What? [ before she's really gotten it open. ]
[ The call from inside is annoyed too, and if sound traveled better through these doors (thank god it doesn't) she'd hear Kate fumbling around putting on pants and bumping into things as she's rushed. She'd meant to get in touch before now-- she feels like she owes Johanna an apology, maybe an explanation, or god forbid a conversation-- but there've been Things to Do. Meetings to attend, boggarts and pirates to hunt.
She answers the door with wet hair still half-wrapped in a towel, but dressed, and already asking ] What? [ before she's really gotten it open. ]
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