None of her occasional attempts to get through to friends in Fandom were any more successful than they had been, unless you counted getting a busy signal once instead of the usual "We're sorry..." message as a success. Kennedy had at least managed to get a hold of her sister, though, which was some measure of relief. If nothing else, her family was ( Read more... )

"Out of my way!" Kennedy yelled, shouldering three people aside in a panic-fueled frenzy the second the train car doors hissed open at her stop. She ignored the protests and accusations they shouted after her as she shoved her way across the platform and up the stairs, oh god, too fucking many people in her path ( Read more... )

For once, Kennedy wasn't packing like she might be gone for months on end; it was just the basics-- a couple of changes of clothes, her toothbrush, phone charger-- stuff she needed for a last-minute overnight trip ( Read more... )

Kennedy's nineteenth birthday had come and gone complete with the usual giant party, although after Tara's visit she hadn't been in her best partying form. Still, she'd made the most of it, then thrown herself right back into her usual routine ( Read more... )

Constance had a key to the apartment, and hadn’t gotten a message telling her to knock before she showed up, so when she arrived as previously agreed she just let herself in ( Read more... )

Typical sort of Saturday, for the most part: her workout, a call to her Watcher, a shower, and some downtime, except for the part where the call had been really short and left Kennedy scowling slightly at her phone. If Kennedy didn't know better-- if she wasn't so convinced that Constance was too, well, Constance to ever freak out about anything ( Read more... )

Tuesday meant Reserves, and that was always good, but Tuesday also meant a call with her Watcher sandwiched into the hour between Paranormal Activity and Reserves (this semester, anyway), and that was usually pretty good too. Kennedy had been practically twitching with impatience for days since last week's email from Constance about the Slayer's ( Read more... )

Now that they could actually communicate with the outside world again, there were phone calls of the Watcher-y, worried variety to field, and that was where all of Kennedy's morning had gone: explaining to Constance exactly what had gone on, and then yielding to having her brain thoroughly picked about every detail of that labyrinth that she could ( Read more... )

Constance had wanted to meet Tara; Kennedy didn't see anything wrong with this, intrinsically, and hadn't hesitated about setting up a dinner reservation for the three of them. (At Outback, expressly because it wasn't all that fancy and would make Constance give her that look, she had a tried and true record of being a pain, and she wasn't about to ( Read more... )

Kennedy had practically lived in the gym, the salle, and out on her usual running circuit the past couple of days; it was safe to say she didn't really believe in overdoing it. (Many people who had met her would probably not be surprised ( Read more... )