Room 229, Thursday Afternoon
The weather outside was offending Gert's delicate Los Angeles sensibilities, so as soon as she was back from her field trip, she retreated to her room and returned to her bed, swiftly shimmying under the covers.
Ten minutes later, that turned out to have been a rather well-chosen place to be when her phone buzzed with a text from her version of Karolina that felt like a punch.
Thinking about meeting up. How soon can you get away?
Gert thought of the woman at Portalocity who'd been so apologetic but ultimately unhelpful when Gert had last tried to book a ticket back to LA.
Stupid superpowered controlling jerks and their power trips.
Gert didn't answer Karolina right away, but instead chose to set her phone aside and pat the space beside her for Old Lace to hop up. She could use some comforting.
Ten minutes later, that turned out to have been a rather well-chosen place to be when her phone buzzed with a text from her version of Karolina that felt like a punch.
Thinking about meeting up. How soon can you get away?
Gert thought of the woman at Portalocity who'd been so apologetic but ultimately unhelpful when Gert had last tried to book a ticket back to LA.
Stupid superpowered controlling jerks and their power trips.
Gert didn't answer Karolina right away, but instead chose to set her phone aside and pat the space beside her for Old Lace to hop up. She could use some comforting.