IMDb Flu EP | Kate Barlow | Main Bar
Kate hasn't been feeling like herself.
Her wound seems to be healing just fine, but she's been having hot and cold flashes, and headaches, and strange dreams. She dreams about cities -- New Orleans she somehow recognizes, even though the city looks nothing like the way she remembers it -- and people she doesn't know. They call her by two unfamiliar names, but any similarities stop there. One moment she feels uncomfortable in her own skin, the next she feels outrageously at ease. One moment she feels no greater pull than to sit and fuss over a small collection of stuffed animals, the next she itches to find a stage and a microphone and sing. When she's lucid enough she's left with veritable whiplash.
She wanders downstairs wrapped in a horrendous sweater-coat that looks like it could have been made out of your grandmother's bedspread, squinting hard and leaning on tables to make her way safely to the Bar. A pair of over-sized glasses are waiting for her once she sits down.
"Oh! I thought I lost these," she beams, putting them on. "Thank you!"
She can't resist the urge to spin on the bar stool -- but only the once -- and, already on the subject of things she's lost, touches her nose to discover the little diamond stud she thinks she recalls having is not there. Hmm.
Someone might need to stop her or encourage her before she tries to play with the wait rats. Or gets a tattoo.
[Tiny not-so-dippy-hippy tag: IMDb Flu, Bridgette Dubois]
[note: Thanks to a lot of enabling, Kate currently thinks she's both Valerie Veran from Little Nicky and Scarlett from The Badge. This will either be hilarious, or confusing (or both). She'll hopefully get another EP soon, but this one is open all weekend!]
Her wound seems to be healing just fine, but she's been having hot and cold flashes, and headaches, and strange dreams. She dreams about cities -- New Orleans she somehow recognizes, even though the city looks nothing like the way she remembers it -- and people she doesn't know. They call her by two unfamiliar names, but any similarities stop there. One moment she feels uncomfortable in her own skin, the next she feels outrageously at ease. One moment she feels no greater pull than to sit and fuss over a small collection of stuffed animals, the next she itches to find a stage and a microphone and sing. When she's lucid enough she's left with veritable whiplash.
She wanders downstairs wrapped in a horrendous sweater-coat that looks like it could have been made out of your grandmother's bedspread, squinting hard and leaning on tables to make her way safely to the Bar. A pair of over-sized glasses are waiting for her once she sits down.
"Oh! I thought I lost these," she beams, putting them on. "Thank you!"
She can't resist the urge to spin on the bar stool -- but only the once -- and, already on the subject of things she's lost, touches her nose to discover the little diamond stud she thinks she recalls having is not there. Hmm.
Someone might need to stop her or encourage her before she tries to play with the wait rats. Or gets a tattoo.
[Tiny not-so-dippy-hippy tag: IMDb Flu, Bridgette Dubois]
[note: Thanks to a lot of enabling, Kate currently thinks she's both Valerie Veran from Little Nicky and Scarlett from The Badge. This will either be hilarious, or confusing (or both). She'll hopefully get another EP soon, but this one is open all weekend!]