It had been... really dry on the gossip scene for months now, at least if you were Kennedy and your gossip scene consisted of news from the Hellmouth. In point of fact there hadn't been much of anything at all since some brief rumblings of a demon nest six weeks ago, and some vague and weird thing about a fast-food joint the month before that (and ( Read more... )

If Kennedy were the type to be that introspective, and the type to look for patterns, she'd have realized something interesting: it had been an impulsive decision that landed her in Fandom, and it was an impulsive decision that led to why she was packing up her room today, rather than at the end of the summer. Of course, as impulsive decisions ( Read more... )

So. Her plans for the summer were... not shaping up like she'd thought they would, and Kennedy wouldn't even bother to lie about not being in a downer of a mood right now, either.

Keeping herself busy was going to be trickier than usual during the break week, but at least there was the immediate option of sending out handwavey messages to a few ( Read more... )

( Enter three vampires, stage left )

Thing was, this was actually scaled down a lot from Kennedy's original plans, since her original plans had banked on being in Fandom for this party.

...that begged the question of how insane her original plans must have been, given she'd rented out a Vail nightclub (on short notice, and hadn't that taken some effort). One side of the room was ( Read more... )

Ugh. What a long, insane, and in places totally gross night, coming right on the heels of a hellish weekend. Kennedy was absolutely worn out, still dressed in the (pretty hot, she had to say) outfit from the orgy when she trudged back up the dorm steps. It was late, yeah, but you didn't tell your girlfriend you were running off to infiltrate an ( Read more... )

Ugh. So fleeing Ebou Dar in one hell of a hurry, then helping a totally wiped out Karla back to her cabin (and snarking the whole way) before making it back to her own would've been tiring enough as it was; doing it not that many hours after getting both arms freaking dislocated in a fight was worse. Throw in the constant ravenous hunger-- ( Read more... )

The first thing Kennedy had done after she'd left the Magical Reserves meeting was head straight out and buy herself an iPhone and a brand new MacBook Pro, and blamed the Wii consoles from today's Punching People class for the inspiration. If she was going to be ten years in the future, she'd better get with the technological times. Exercising ( Read more... )