Alligator Cabin, Late Wednesday Afternoon
Laying in bed all day yesterday (save for the painful trudge to class) with a hot water bottle on her belly had bed a good idea. It had meant that Karla'd been able to get up and around today, and even after two classes and the Reserves meeting, she felt well enough not to crawl back into bed. So she decided to spend some time in the cabin living room, writing up letters and drinking her moontime brew.
The first letter was to Dinah, since the pigeon (a pigeon?!?) was waiting around for a reply and kind of looked all glarey at her.
Then one to Jaenelle and another to Morton, though she used a false name for Morton's letter. He was fairly certain that his mail was being watched and he didn't anything with her name on it. Or Fandom's either.
Once her letter-writing was over with, she started thinking about her conversations with Scully and Tim about her snake-tooth and poisons. Usually a few drops of her own venom was all the was required to keep her going from month to month, but she really ought to take steps to make sure that she had a ready supply of a substitute poison available if she couldn't use her own. Aside from what she'd implied to Tim, the wrong poison for a Black Widow could be just as deadly as a regular poison to anyone else. She had her own distillation, of course, but she should probably make sure enough other people had some--with the caveat they knew exactly what it was--in case of need. The next question was, which other people?
[Open, for cabinmates and visitors alike!]
The first letter was to Dinah, since the pigeon (a pigeon?!?) was waiting around for a reply and kind of looked all glarey at her.
Then one to Jaenelle and another to Morton, though she used a false name for Morton's letter. He was fairly certain that his mail was being watched and he didn't anything with her name on it. Or Fandom's either.
Once her letter-writing was over with, she started thinking about her conversations with Scully and Tim about her snake-tooth and poisons. Usually a few drops of her own venom was all the was required to keep her going from month to month, but she really ought to take steps to make sure that she had a ready supply of a substitute poison available if she couldn't use her own. Aside from what she'd implied to Tim, the wrong poison for a Black Widow could be just as deadly as a regular poison to anyone else. She had her own distillation, of course, but she should probably make sure enough other people had some--with the caveat they knew exactly what it was--in case of need. The next question was, which other people?
[Open, for cabinmates and visitors alike!]