The Queen's Chambers, Sidra, Glacia, Sunday Afternoon (Fandom Time)

[glacial_queen]

It had been a long and miserable two weeks. Just ask anyone who had had the misfortune of dealing with their Queen. Karla was a terrible patient; somehow managing to be a tyrant even when she was coughing so hard she could barely speak. It was a good thing her nasty chest cold had also kept her asleep a great deal, or it was possible she would have

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[give_areason]

It was... rather rare for her phone to ring.

She answered it without looking at the number, half-hoping and half not daring to hope that it would be Tseng. Or Reno.

"Rosalind."

[glacial_queen]

Sorry, Rosalind. It was a Karla with a nasty cough, a long afternoon of nothing, and access to a phone.

"Hello Rosalind," she said. "It's Karla. Do you have a few minutes to talk? I know how crazy the island's been recently. Wanted to touch base, see if everything was getting back to normal. Give you a chance you complain about wearing a kilt."

Totally not making sure Rosalind was okay! Of course she was okay, she was a Turk. But, y'know, sometimes some people just needed to talk! After things happened!

[give_areason]

It wasn't Karla's fault that Rosalind's heart sunk at the sound of her voice.

"You sound terrible," Rosalind said mildly. "Should you be calling people, right now? Resting would be better for you."

Sorry Karla, Rosalind was a big sister under all the Turk-ness.

"Though I concede I can't stop you. I have time to talk. Though the kilt is a bit out of my usual style."

But she looked really, really good in it, with a white dress shirt. That made it hard to complain too much about it.

[glacial_queen]

"I've been resting for the past two weeks," Karla whined complained whined. "I dun wanna rest anymore. I want to talk to people who are leading much more exciting lives than I am by virtue of them being able to leave their beds."

[give_areason]

"That's the first time I've been accused of leading an interesting life," she said dryly.

Strangely enough, it was. Despite the fact that being a Turk meant her life was hugely dangerous.

"I don't know what to tell you," Rosalind admitted. "Entertaining is not the word I'd use to describe the last while on the island."

Painful, maybe. That was closer.

[glacial_queen]

"Yeah..." Karla agreed with a sigh. "We got some of that here, too. In that all of reality lost its damn mind and took us along for the ride."

[give_areason]

"That's unsettling to hear," Rosalind decided. "I knew some occurances followed people back to their worlds. I did not realize they were quite so..."

She trailed off, uncertain as to how she wanted to end that.

"Has everything returned to normal, then?"

[glacial_queen]

"As normal as it ever is around here," Karla said, huffing a small laugh. "Which is still moreso than whatever passes for normal on Fandom so I'll take it. How'd you make out?"

[give_areason]

There was a hesitation on the other end of the line. Rosalind wasn't sure what to say to that.

"I spent nearly two months as a child," she settled on. "In some respects, I fared better than others, but in retrospect... it was disturbing, in many ways."

[glacial_queen]

"Ugh," was Karla's oh-so-eloquent response. "Stuck through all of that nonsense as a little kid? That must have been terrible. I hope you weren't on your own for all of it."

Which was a diplomatic way of saying that Karla hoped she hadn't been left all by herself and defenseless. Or, well, however defenseless Rosalind had ever been.

[give_areason]

"I spent half of it living in an abandoned warehouse," Rosalind said, shrugging slightly even though Karla couldn't see that. "That version of me had lived in worse. It wasn't bad. One of the students brought me food regularly."

That was meant to be reassuring!

[glacial_queen]

...Yeah. Meant to be.

Keyword there.

"I'm...glad?" she said, struggling to find words. "That sounds very...yeah." Karla was now planning some kind of child services branch on the island. The only problem was that there was no guarantee they'd be immune, either.

Oy.

"Glad to be an adult again, living in your own apartment with takeout of speed dial?"

That's how Karla would live if she didn't have servants. All takeout, all the time.

It was safer that way.

[give_areason]

"It has some moments," Rosalind said. "Though I suspect I cook more than your question suggests you might in a similar situation."

She seemed to remember something about Karla and terrible cooking from years ago...

"Unless you'd like to tell me you're secretly a gourmet chef now, on top of everything else?"

[glacial_queen]

"I could be, if anyone would let me in the kitchen to practice," Karla grumbled. "How do they know I can't cook if no one will let me try?"

Because, you know, she could have magically improved since the last time she snuck in and ruined something!

[Apologies for the break! Remicaid & crazy over here.]