Kate never got on with technology. It was useful, and there were days back home she prayed for a tech wave to make her life easier... But that didn't mean it agreed with her. She'd had this phone a week? Maybe two. It'd taken a chunk out of the money Greg had given her for the semester, and it turned on when it wanted to, off when it wanted to, and ( Read more... )

There... was really only so much to do on this little island, wasn't there?

Sure, Kate could've taken to exploring the mainland, but the greyness and the incessant wholesome was starting to bug her. It should've been a good thing, she supposed, but it just felt so unnatural ( Read more... )

It'd been a while since Kate had heard anything from home. Given Greg was about all she had left, and since he was well aware of her problems with him, a lack of contact was almost to be expected. It wasn't like she encouraged it. It just reminded her of what she'd lost ( Read more... )

A morning dicing ugly grey... whatever the hell they were, was a good morning spent, in Kate's book. It was a shame she couldn't do that constantly, but even the most dedicated fighter needed breaks. Needed food, and needed rest ( Read more... )

It was a rare moment to be catching Kate actually in her own room. The itchy feet that constant traveling as a kid had given her usually drove her to be doing something. Preferably somewhere bigger and more open than a tiny dorm room.

Today, it was freaking cold out there, and that had driven her indoors. With a book. Kate wasn't what you'd ( Read more... )

Yesterday had been a bit of an eye-opener.

Greg had said this place was well-hidden, but had failed to mention it being in freaking Iceland surrounded by Vikings, or that she'd have to try and be nice to weird undead supposed siblings and a certain obnoxious roommate. Or that there had been no apocalypse here, and somehow the magic was up and ( Read more... )