Kate's mood was a seriously fickle thing. Generally speaking, she was probably doing better than she had last week; she was largely doing fine when she was with people (provided none of those people were Bod), mind comfortably occupied, but relapses into severe gloom were still far too easy when she was alone. Like right now ( Read more... )

Kate was in her Princess Valhalla costume, again, for an appointment she'd set up already a week ago. With Dark Nihilist, this time, although it didn't matter much. Even though there weren't all that many guys she'd talked to, they all kind of blurred together, one geek to the next ( Read more... )

There had still been no way to contact Fandom today, so Kate was trying to keep busy and distracted. Somehow, that meant keeping her brother busy too: after coming home from school he'd been enlisted to dig out her old box of little porcelain figurines and assorted other trinkets from the garage, while she'd gone on a little search of her own ( Read more... )

Right. Kate had made sure Bobby was staying out of the room for a good while, she'd bribed the squirrels with a bottle of rum and promises of adding some in her wishlist as well, and she'd brought the cake she'd baked in the morning into her room.

( So now it was just her in her Princess Valhalla costume, the cake, a tub of Cool Whip -- and someone else. )

Kate was twitchy. She supposed it was a natural side effect of knowing one of her best friends was pretty much going to walk into his death in a few days, and she was supposed to go... see him off, or something. That was not something she wanted to be dealing with ( Read more... )

After returning to Fandom the previous afternoon, Kate had mostly been recuperating by sleeping a lot. It had been more than necessary after the week she'd been having, and it had been all kinds of awesome to just be completely unconscious most of the time ( Read more... )

Since getting back from her impromptu trip to New York, Kate had mostly been keeping to herself. It had been kind of a heavy trip in parts, and it didn't help that that damn edginess was still going on. So she'd just spent time by herself as much as possible ( Read more... )

Just like things weren't going too well back in Overland Park, they weren't going too well in kansas City, either.

Sure, Lynda and Kate had their fabulous table with the banner and the comics and the handmade PVH action figure and some of Lynda's sketchbooks and a Polaroid camera for the pictures they were selling. But none of that helped if no ( Read more... )

It had been a long day, and Kate and Lynda hadn't really felt like going into town for the evening. Instead, they'd retreated back to Lynda's hotel room to relax and talk about business. And maybe to smooke a little bit of something or other ( Read more... )

Yesterday? Had been a fucking catastrophe of epic proportions, and Kate really didn't want to even think about it, but of course thinking about it was unavoidable. Everything was completely fucked up, again.

And now there were ants in their fucking kitchen, againSo, Kate wasn't exactly pleased when she was having to have breakfast with a deep- ( Read more... )