Room 218, Monday morning
Karla didn't really want to get out of bed today. After her encounter with 'John Conner' yesterday, she'd decided that discretion was the better part of valor and spent all of Sunday locked in her room, alternately reading and taking naps, occasionally sending Mini-Morton out to foray for food. The droid, of course, being contrary like all males, had been pleased by her quiet Sunday, and had spent the evening beeping contentedly at her. If he'd been human, Karla would have picked a fight with him just so his mood would have matched hers.
George having turned into an unrepentant jerk had just been the miserable icing on a really crappy cake; Saturday had been an absolute disaster. First, she'd visited the boyos' room to discover Ender had turned into some crazy version of Peter, then headed to the common room only to find Triela was now some vapid twit, Hinata was a bottle fairy, and Zack was a vampire. Three guesses, no prizes for which had terrified her more. It was just like being in the other Fandom again--Craftless and confronting a vampire--except this time he was actually in the dorms instead of lurking around outside.
Fleeing from that had ended up with her on a boat attending the world's creepiest party, with Hayley handcuffing her to a chair and pulling a gun on her. She didn't want to think of how that would have ended, not when the pain of passing through the handcuff had had her huddled on the floor and almost dry-heaving, but fortunately, Dinah had shown up to save the day. Except Dinah had been Black Canary, not Dinah, and even as nice as she had been, after kicking Hayley's ass and saving the day, she hadn't been the real Dinah.
So, yeah, not really the best of all possible weekends. Karla had vacillated between really scared and really lonely. So now she was giving serious thought to just pulling the covers up over her head and going back to sleep. Except...
The realization that going back to sleep meant having to explain herself to Ghanima next week was enough to get her out of bed. Remembering that it was Monday and that her Craft was back--thus making her a match for any vampires or psychopaths still on the island--got her into the shower. Realizing that today was also her first shift at 'Dite's got her dressed and ready for the day, and knowing that she'd convinced Ben to come visit her at her new place of work actually heading off to class with something akin to a decent mood.
Now, if only she could be sure that the Fandom-weird had just been confined to the weekend, she'd be all set.
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George having turned into an unrepentant jerk had just been the miserable icing on a really crappy cake; Saturday had been an absolute disaster. First, she'd visited the boyos' room to discover Ender had turned into some crazy version of Peter, then headed to the common room only to find Triela was now some vapid twit, Hinata was a bottle fairy, and Zack was a vampire. Three guesses, no prizes for which had terrified her more. It was just like being in the other Fandom again--Craftless and confronting a vampire--except this time he was actually in the dorms instead of lurking around outside.
Fleeing from that had ended up with her on a boat attending the world's creepiest party, with Hayley handcuffing her to a chair and pulling a gun on her. She didn't want to think of how that would have ended, not when the pain of passing through the handcuff had had her huddled on the floor and almost dry-heaving, but fortunately, Dinah had shown up to save the day. Except Dinah had been Black Canary, not Dinah, and even as nice as she had been, after kicking Hayley's ass and saving the day, she hadn't been the real Dinah.
So, yeah, not really the best of all possible weekends. Karla had vacillated between really scared and really lonely. So now she was giving serious thought to just pulling the covers up over her head and going back to sleep. Except...
The realization that going back to sleep meant having to explain herself to Ghanima next week was enough to get her out of bed. Remembering that it was Monday and that her Craft was back--thus making her a match for any vampires or psychopaths still on the island--got her into the shower. Realizing that today was also her first shift at 'Dite's got her dressed and ready for the day, and knowing that she'd convinced Ben to come visit her at her new place of work actually heading off to class with something akin to a decent mood.
Now, if only she could be sure that the Fandom-weird had just been confined to the weekend, she'd be all set.
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