It was Kate's birthday.
Not that that was much evident from anything, except maybe the slightly stilted happy birthday phonecall she'd gotten from her dad earlier, and the far more animated one from Lynda a little later. But it was still her birthday. Seventeen. Hmmh.
She was grabbing a portal to KC in the evening to join Lynda in the Crossroads district's
First Friday art thing. And afterwards she was going to take another portal back, and tomorrow morning Lynda was going to fly over to be her weekend guest.
But for now? She was lazing about in a skimpy top and shorts (it was her birthday, she thought she was allowed) with some candy and a random bad movie on her laptop. And wearing her Princess Valhalla boots for no real reason, other than having just checked the insane number of hits on her video.
So far it was an okay birthday.
[ooc: Half-open door, completely open post! Handwavey knowledge of birthday completely fine.
A some bits of AFKness coming up, first as I go to class, and then way later when I go see Scott Pilgrim, but other than that I'm around!]