A seemingly abandoned house on Godiva Street, Tuesday Morning
Since yesterday's meeting, Kate had spent the majority of the rest of the day informing everyone she could about the plan to take Detention on Saturday. And at the end of the day, she'd fallen into a bed that had seen better days in this house that had worked as a hideout for a few days now. Maybe if they were lucky, they'd manage to stay still until Saturday, but she wasn't holding her breath. Not that she'd bothered to think about it last night. She'd been exhausted, just hoping for a dreamless sleep.
Of course, that wasn't how it went. She'd dreamed about the same thing she always dreamed about these days. The same fucking thing that made getting up just that much harder, every morning.
She couldn't muster up much surprise for the fact that after waking up, singing happened. The topic wasn't much of a surprise, either. "Special guest will you come tonight? Brief visit from the other side." She sighed, getting up from bed, trying not to listen to herself as she straightened up her clothes. There were no more Hola Gato pajamas these days. She slept in whatever she happened to be wearing at the time she fell into bed. "I am patient, I am calling you, in the teahouse of the spirits!"
This was just cruel. But that was just par for the course.
"I can feel you, I can hear you! Give it all up just to be near you." There was a petty part of her that wanted to argue (yes, with her own words): she was sure Bod was still near her, a lot of the time. His background had been full of ghosts. It made sense he'd wind up one too. Sadly, there was less argument against the part where she'd been close to giving up more than a few times. "I am praying, I am calling you."
She sighed again, trying to just wait this out. Hoping no one was listening. Apart from the intended audience.
(She tried not to think about that. She didn't exactly want Bod to see her like this, tears threatening to trickle down to her cheeks.)
Her voice sounded a little more strangled as the island forced more words out her mouth. "From the silence comes the sound, the underdrone beneath the crowd. I am humble, I am calling you." God-fucking-dammit. Actual tears, now. She'd blame the stress. She hadn't been crying as much lately. No time for it. "In the teahouse of the spirits! I can feel you! I can hear you! Give it all up just to be near you."
She sank down on the edge of the bed, buried her face in her hands, trying to wipe her eyes dry. "I am praying, I am calling you." Fuck, she really hoped no one in the house had heard that. She just needed a minute to pull herself together.
[ooc: Broadcastable for Resistance only, please. Open post/resistance hideout! Song in the post is a slightly rearranged version of this.]
Of course, that wasn't how it went. She'd dreamed about the same thing she always dreamed about these days. The same fucking thing that made getting up just that much harder, every morning.
She couldn't muster up much surprise for the fact that after waking up, singing happened. The topic wasn't much of a surprise, either. "Special guest will you come tonight? Brief visit from the other side." She sighed, getting up from bed, trying not to listen to herself as she straightened up her clothes. There were no more Hola Gato pajamas these days. She slept in whatever she happened to be wearing at the time she fell into bed. "I am patient, I am calling you, in the teahouse of the spirits!"
This was just cruel. But that was just par for the course.
"I can feel you, I can hear you! Give it all up just to be near you." There was a petty part of her that wanted to argue (yes, with her own words): she was sure Bod was still near her, a lot of the time. His background had been full of ghosts. It made sense he'd wind up one too. Sadly, there was less argument against the part where she'd been close to giving up more than a few times. "I am praying, I am calling you."
She sighed again, trying to just wait this out. Hoping no one was listening. Apart from the intended audience.
(She tried not to think about that. She didn't exactly want Bod to see her like this, tears threatening to trickle down to her cheeks.)
Her voice sounded a little more strangled as the island forced more words out her mouth. "From the silence comes the sound, the underdrone beneath the crowd. I am humble, I am calling you." God-fucking-dammit. Actual tears, now. She'd blame the stress. She hadn't been crying as much lately. No time for it. "In the teahouse of the spirits! I can feel you! I can hear you! Give it all up just to be near you."
She sank down on the edge of the bed, buried her face in her hands, trying to wipe her eyes dry. "I am praying, I am calling you." Fuck, she really hoped no one in the house had heard that. She just needed a minute to pull herself together.
[ooc: Broadcastable for Resistance only, please. Open post/resistance hideout! Song in the post is a slightly rearranged version of this.]