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[cookiesandhugs]

GLADYS, having gotten all her rage out in that little journal post, is in the back of the cafeteria, flour in her already gray hair and all the way up her arms to her rolled-up sleeves. She's had to throw out three batches of cookies for various problems, which is what happens when you bake while angry. The last batch turned out okay, though, which

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[taibhsearachd]

Kara's head hurts. Kara's everything hurts. There's too much psychic distress in the basement, and while she could leave, it wouldn't do her much good - she'll be able to feel it no matter where she goes. There's the trouble with being a strong psychic.

She's wedged herself into a cabinet, knees curled up to her chest, forehead resting against her knees, and she's been here since before Gladys came in, quiet enough to not be noticed. Focusing on Gladys' thoughts helps, a little, to drown out the rest of it. Or... not really, just distract her from it.

"Is it any better this time?" she asks eventually - which must sound rather disturbing, a young woman's voice suddenly coming from a cabinet, but Kara's used to being disturbing and a little creepy sometimes.

[taibhsearachd]

Kara nods solemnly. Oh, she knows how much they're hurting. She's a psychic so strong she can't shut out anything, even if she wants to - she knows.

"You're a good person. Good people here. A lot of them." Kara's eyes go unfocused for a moment, and then she glances down at her hand, tracing the patterns of creases in her palm with one finger. It's a long while before she says anything more.

"You know, it never ends well for them."

Well, she's a bright little ray of sunshine, isn't she?

[cookiesandhugs]

"Thank you, dear," she says, working away at the side of the bowl, creating little balls of dough that would later flatten out and become cookies. "There are an awful lot of good people. Nearly everyone has some good in them, even those that you wouldn't think have any good."

She pauses, looking at the little dough balls as she thinks. "It never ends well for anyone," she concludes finally. "No one wants to die. And no one wants to lose someone. It's a big mess, dearie, all a big mess." And Gladys doesn't mean the flour on the counter.