RBH Cabin, Room B2, Saturday Morn--Early Afternoon
Karla hated the entire world this morning. It was very similar to the mood she'd woken up in yesterday morning, only today had brought the added gift of pain. Her head was throbbing in time to her heartbeat and her entire body felt like it had been beaten. Repeatedly. With the logs they'd been using as firewood.
There was movement in and around the cabin, which only made Karla's headache worse. She attempted to put up an aural shield around her room, but even that light bit of Craft made her wish for death. What in Hellfires happened last night? she wondered in between waves of pain. Details were blurry, but she did remember sharing the wine she'd stolen from her uncle.
But wine wasn't enough to make her feel like the demon-dead after an afternoon in the sun. Darker-Jeweled Blood processed alcohol very quickly; it took hard work, determination, and something much stronger that simple wine to get them drunk. That went double for Black Widows, whose bodies were adept at neutralizing poisons. So what...?
Leda. One of Karla's last clear memories of the evening was Leda giving her a drink of...something. After the drink was when things started to get hazy--had she really been clinging to Jon O'Neill's arm and trying to find bawdy songs to sing? Mother Night, please let that be a hallucination.
*Leda,* Karla sent over a general distaff thread. It was too much effort to try and find Leda specifically. *You're gonna have to talk real fast if you don't want me to throttle you next time we meet.*
[Mostly establishy, but open to people who *want* to deal with a cranky and hungover Karla. A 'general distaff thread' means that the thought was broadcast over the entire campground, and any female who can hear thoughts can pick it up if she wants.]
There was movement in and around the cabin, which only made Karla's headache worse. She attempted to put up an aural shield around her room, but even that light bit of Craft made her wish for death. What in Hellfires happened last night? she wondered in between waves of pain. Details were blurry, but she did remember sharing the wine she'd stolen from her uncle.
But wine wasn't enough to make her feel like the demon-dead after an afternoon in the sun. Darker-Jeweled Blood processed alcohol very quickly; it took hard work, determination, and something much stronger that simple wine to get them drunk. That went double for Black Widows, whose bodies were adept at neutralizing poisons. So what...?
Leda. One of Karla's last clear memories of the evening was Leda giving her a drink of...something. After the drink was when things started to get hazy--had she really been clinging to Jon O'Neill's arm and trying to find bawdy songs to sing? Mother Night, please let that be a hallucination.
*Leda,* Karla sent over a general distaff thread. It was too much effort to try and find Leda specifically. *You're gonna have to talk real fast if you don't want me to throttle you next time we meet.*
[Mostly establishy, but open to people who *want* to deal with a cranky and hungover Karla. A 'general distaff thread' means that the thought was broadcast over the entire campground, and any female who can hear thoughts can pick it up if she wants.]