Wendy the Werewolf Stalker Cabin, Monday Afternoon.
The first time the pain hit, she was on her way back to the cabin after having tea with Irulan. She was just on the edge of the campsite when it hit her, like a nasty punch in her lower gut. It was so abrupt and unexpected that she actually doubled over, grasping onto a tree to keep her balance. What the Hell?
She made it back to the cabin, almost staggering into her alcove. Laying down on the bed, she tried to figure out what it was that was affecting her so. Had she eaten something bad? She didn't remember tasting anything off, though she hadn't been quite as diligent about probing foods as she probably should. It wasn't until she rolled over and caught sight of the calendar that she realized what was going on.
Of course. She groaned aloud, half because she was still hurting, half because she was an idiot. I drank the suppression brew last month. This is going to be a nightmare. Fortunately, she still had plenty of soothing brews left. She called in her tea supplies and heated up some water with a small tongue of witchfire. And her cellphone, of course, to make a few quick calls. At least she could still do Craft okay, it was only the physical pain that started early. Counting off the days on her finger, she drew aside her curtain to try to catch her fellow cabinmates.
She was hoping to get their permission to throw a slumber party in the cabin.
[Open, though mostly for cabinmates or folks who got phone calls. SP warning in effect.]
She made it back to the cabin, almost staggering into her alcove. Laying down on the bed, she tried to figure out what it was that was affecting her so. Had she eaten something bad? She didn't remember tasting anything off, though she hadn't been quite as diligent about probing foods as she probably should. It wasn't until she rolled over and caught sight of the calendar that she realized what was going on.
Of course. She groaned aloud, half because she was still hurting, half because she was an idiot. I drank the suppression brew last month. This is going to be a nightmare. Fortunately, she still had plenty of soothing brews left. She called in her tea supplies and heated up some water with a small tongue of witchfire. And her cellphone, of course, to make a few quick calls. At least she could still do Craft okay, it was only the physical pain that started early. Counting off the days on her finger, she drew aside her curtain to try to catch her fellow cabinmates.
She was hoping to get their permission to throw a slumber party in the cabin.
[Open, though mostly for cabinmates or folks who got phone calls. SP warning in effect.]