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[glacianbitch]

Karla is hidden away in a small, abandoned room, struggling with a tangled web on a table, a blanket over her lap, a needle and thread, and now a bleeding finger. Swearing loudly and very explicitly, she gets up and kicks the wall, very, very frustrated. If she'd known how hard this would be starting out, she wouldn't have done it

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[young_baticeer]

((Am I late?)) Beatrice pokes her head round the door. "Karla? Are you okay?" She doesn't appear to have found a corpse, which is a relief.

[glacianbitch]

Karla looks around and notices Beatrice even as she vanishes the heaps of packages and tries to look innocent. "--Oh! Hello, Beatrice. Yeah - just - er - I'm fine."

[young_baticeer]

"What's the matter? I heard you shouting." She opens the door all the way and comes in. "I thought someone might have died again."

[glacianbitch]

Karla looks alarmed. "It didn't sound that bad, did it?"