a day in the life of Katherine Kirschenbaum
8:00 AM While Katherine Kirschenbaum doesn't think she's necessarily the best at chess, she tends to win a lot. Tournament chess she'd be no good at, simply because her main chess strategy has absolutely nothing to do with the game itself. She's well above average at the actual game, able to read five or six moves ahead, but really, the way she wins is by annoying the fuck out of the person she's playing with.
She is currently sitting playing in Grant Park. She's probably one of the younger folks there. She sets out her chess pieces carefully in front of herself. It seems like most of the regulars are avoiding her -- they probably value their ears.
10:00 AM Kat shows up late to work because she's disgruntled and can. And besides -- what are they going to do? Fire her? They lost most of their decent chemists a while ago. They need her. Plus, she puts in plenty of extra hours when she has to, so they can just sod off.
12:00 PM Theoretically, Kat left for lunch, but this is not actually the case. She doesn't really eat much; she's got good systems in place where she can basically subvert that system. It works for sleep too, but not as well.
Really, she's people watching at a cafe as she drinks a cup of coffee. Caffeine is a suitably complex molecule -- breaking it down gives her the energy she'll need for the rest of her day.
Her cell phone rings, and she ignores it. There is absolutely no one she can think of that she wants to talk to right now. She just wants to scan the crowd and watch the placid sheep.
Well, she might want to talk to Josef, but he has a special ring tone. It's not him.
2:00 PM Kat still hasn't gone back to work. She has field research to do.
Which apparently involved blowing up a post box. We do not question the validity of her experiments. In reality, she might have gotten really bored with people watching. She stares blankly at the smoldering piece of metal. It reeks to high hell. Perhaps a bit too much.
She tilts her head to the side, just watching it burn.
It's probably not very good for people to breathe in those fumes.
4:00 PM And Kat finally goes back to work.
Really, she's just going to bother Josef. If there's a Nikolas, that's extra fun. She doesn't have any projects to actually keep her interest right now.
6:00 PM Work is officially boring. Kat decides that going to the nightclub might be fun. She doesn't bother changing into clubbing clothes. She just wants to drink some idiot under the table.
That might be her missing Katja. Oh, how she always cheated with the girl.
10:00 PM The club is boring.
Kat wanders outside, staring at the sky, wishing she could hold onto this feeling of being tipsy for just a moment longer. It's just too hard to focus. The feeling dissipates, and it's all over.
She sinks to the curb, watching taxis run by. She doesn't care if people watch her. She doesn't care if her feet are in the gutter or if the cars splash her. She just needs something to do.
She reaches into her pockets, feeling a gas canister. Standing up, she follows someone exiting the club. She's not entirely silent, but she's not afraid of being able to overpower them.
It's been too long since Josef's given her a pet. She needs to study something. She needs to see someone express themselves. She needs to hear someone blubber for their life. She needs to be in control of everything.
So she tries to choose an easy target -- someone slight, someone smaller than her. A hand reaches around, shoving the canister in their mouth, letting the toxin into their system.
All it will do for now is knock them out. Later, well, that's another situation entirely.
They'll wake up, trussed on her floor, everything foggy. It's a very nice apartment, if not a bit messy. She needs something that can keep her interest. Anything.
She is currently sitting playing in Grant Park. She's probably one of the younger folks there. She sets out her chess pieces carefully in front of herself. It seems like most of the regulars are avoiding her -- they probably value their ears.
10:00 AM Kat shows up late to work because she's disgruntled and can. And besides -- what are they going to do? Fire her? They lost most of their decent chemists a while ago. They need her. Plus, she puts in plenty of extra hours when she has to, so they can just sod off.
12:00 PM Theoretically, Kat left for lunch, but this is not actually the case. She doesn't really eat much; she's got good systems in place where she can basically subvert that system. It works for sleep too, but not as well.
Really, she's people watching at a cafe as she drinks a cup of coffee. Caffeine is a suitably complex molecule -- breaking it down gives her the energy she'll need for the rest of her day.
Her cell phone rings, and she ignores it. There is absolutely no one she can think of that she wants to talk to right now. She just wants to scan the crowd and watch the placid sheep.
Well, she might want to talk to Josef, but he has a special ring tone. It's not him.
2:00 PM Kat still hasn't gone back to work. She has field research to do.
Which apparently involved blowing up a post box. We do not question the validity of her experiments. In reality, she might have gotten really bored with people watching. She stares blankly at the smoldering piece of metal. It reeks to high hell. Perhaps a bit too much.
She tilts her head to the side, just watching it burn.
It's probably not very good for people to breathe in those fumes.
4:00 PM And Kat finally goes back to work.
Really, she's just going to bother Josef. If there's a Nikolas, that's extra fun. She doesn't have any projects to actually keep her interest right now.
6:00 PM Work is officially boring. Kat decides that going to the nightclub might be fun. She doesn't bother changing into clubbing clothes. She just wants to drink some idiot under the table.
That might be her missing Katja. Oh, how she always cheated with the girl.
10:00 PM The club is boring.
Kat wanders outside, staring at the sky, wishing she could hold onto this feeling of being tipsy for just a moment longer. It's just too hard to focus. The feeling dissipates, and it's all over.
She sinks to the curb, watching taxis run by. She doesn't care if people watch her. She doesn't care if her feet are in the gutter or if the cars splash her. She just needs something to do.
She reaches into her pockets, feeling a gas canister. Standing up, she follows someone exiting the club. She's not entirely silent, but she's not afraid of being able to overpower them.
It's been too long since Josef's given her a pet. She needs to study something. She needs to see someone express themselves. She needs to hear someone blubber for their life. She needs to be in control of everything.
So she tries to choose an easy target -- someone slight, someone smaller than her. A hand reaches around, shoving the canister in their mouth, letting the toxin into their system.
All it will do for now is knock them out. Later, well, that's another situation entirely.
They'll wake up, trussed on her floor, everything foggy. It's a very nice apartment, if not a bit messy. She needs something that can keep her interest. Anything.