'I am the bud, I am the flower, be the flower, feel the sun on your petals, feel yourself opening up to the Source...' she thinks as she sits crosslegged on her bed. At the moment though, she feels more like a weed than a rose ( Read more... )

[ooc: Millitimed to during Q's talk with Chase]
Q: "I can't allow that." He snaps his fingers, and someone else has them now.
Kim is packing. She's not sure what she's going to do, but everything is telling her she can't stay here and now that she can't even trust Chase, she has to get away.
Her ribs protest another deep breath and the dark ( Read more... )