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After her remarkable entrance Saturday evening, Kate has refrained from doing anything particularly noteworthy. Exhausted from the traumas of the past few weeks, she'd slept away half the day on Sunday, only rousing herself for a few hours to return to the bar for a meal. She's been to check on Beaut (and Corella's new foal) a few times, but aside from that -- and the occasional bite to eat and nap by the fireplace -- she's stuck mostly to her room. She knows Doc is back, but has thus far been able to avoid him.
However, she can't stay in her room forever. So this afternoon, she slides herself onto a bar stool for a late lunch. Despite the hot weather, she is wearing a long duster with the collar turned up, in an attempt to hide some of the bruising on her beaten body. They've fully set in now, and instead of the shaded browns and swollen reds from a few days previous, her neck and face are mottled in blues and purples and greens. By comparison, the cuts she sustained in Weyland's world don't look so bad.
A cupcake pops up in front of her with a small, lit candle. She blinks at it in confusion. "...Bar?"
Happy Anniversary, Katherine!
It's been one year.
:)
She scrutinizes the napkin before carefully picking up the cupcake and examining it.
One year. One whole year since she first stumbled upon this place. She'd gone from a lady to an outlaw, from a schoolteacher to a bandit, and from a girl to a woman. She'd suffered a hundred heartbreaks, and witnessed a million wonders. She'd made friends, and lost loves. One year.
Another cupcake pops up on Miss Bar's gleaming surface, likewise lit with one small, flickering candle. Kate blinks at it, and shakes her head.
"What's the second one for?" she asks.
[tiny!tag: Kissin' Kate Barlow] EEEEE, BABY'S GOT A BRAND NEW TAG! ♥ THANK YOU, STEPH! ♥♥♥
However, she can't stay in her room forever. So this afternoon, she slides herself onto a bar stool for a late lunch. Despite the hot weather, she is wearing a long duster with the collar turned up, in an attempt to hide some of the bruising on her beaten body. They've fully set in now, and instead of the shaded browns and swollen reds from a few days previous, her neck and face are mottled in blues and purples and greens. By comparison, the cuts she sustained in Weyland's world don't look so bad.
A cupcake pops up in front of her with a small, lit candle. She blinks at it in confusion. "...Bar?"
Happy Anniversary, Katherine!
It's been one year.
:)
She scrutinizes the napkin before carefully picking up the cupcake and examining it.
One year. One whole year since she first stumbled upon this place. She'd gone from a lady to an outlaw, from a schoolteacher to a bandit, and from a girl to a woman. She'd suffered a hundred heartbreaks, and witnessed a million wonders. She'd made friends, and lost loves. One year.
Another cupcake pops up on Miss Bar's gleaming surface, likewise lit with one small, flickering candle. Kate blinks at it, and shakes her head.
"What's the second one for?" she asks.
[tiny!tag: Kissin' Kate Barlow] EEEEE, BABY'S GOT A BRAND NEW TAG! ♥ THANK YOU, STEPH! ♥♥♥