The Queen's Chambers, Sidra, Glacia, Sunday Afternoon (Fandom Time)

[glacial_queen]

It had been a long and miserable two weeks. Just ask anyone who had had the misfortune of dealing with their Queen. Karla was a terrible patient; somehow managing to be a tyrant even when she was coughing so hard she could barely speak. It was a good thing her nasty chest cold had also kept her asleep a great deal, or it was possible she would have

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[furnaceface]

Some people didn't need to be called. They simply cleared up a slot on their busy schedule, bought themselves a portal ticket, and stopped by for a visit.

While wearing a kilt. Jono would thank people to ignore that part. He randomly wound up wearing the bloody things more often than he'd care to admit.

//Knock knock.//

Because it would be rude to just walk in. Or... something.

[glacial_queen]

"Did you bring something to eat that isn't invalid food?"

Such a sweet girl.

[furnaceface]

//... Define 'invalid food,' and then I'll figure out if I need to head back to the kitchen,// Jono replied, looking down at the plate in his hand.

Steak and potatoes, Karla. Because he loved you.

And because he loved steak.

And yes, he'd had to argue with a handful of Healers about it on the way to her room, too. It was a wonder they didn't try to kill him in his sleep when he was in Sidra.

[glacial_queen]

They almost certainly talked about it, Jono. In fact, Karla wouldn't be surprised if they had a dart board with his picture on it.

"Anything that's mushy or watered down," Karla grumped. "Or toast. If it's toast, you can just turn around and keep on walking."

[endsthegame]

Well. His Fandom phone was ringing. "Wiggin here," Ender answered, just to stave off any use of his first name one way or the other.

"You're going to regret that," Jane sing-songed in his other ear.

[glacial_queen]

"Wiggin, huh?" Karla sounded amused. "Well, this is Her Majesty, Queen of Glacia, who is also too good for first names."

Just be glad her throat was still healing from two weeks of nigh-constant coughing. It stopped her from squealing 'Ender!' into the phone at high volume.

[endsthegame]

"Sorry," Ender said easily. "First names have become a little more complicated since the last time we spoke."

He took a head start and began ignoring Jane's running commentary early.

[glacial_queen]

Probably for the best, Ender.

Karla was going to raise an eyebrow at that. "Complicated? Maybe I've just had too much cough syrup in too short amount of time, but how did your name get complicated? Are you incognito or something?"

She paused and then leapt to the conclusion that any Fandomite would. "Are you in danger? Are people after you? Do you need sanctuary?"

...Forgive her if her offer of sanctuary came with excited plans to get a few guest suites ready for them.

[bitten_notshy]

Jack had absolutely nothing to do today, so it was really no surprise he picked up the phone. He saw it was Karla calling and answered with a complaint:

"The island put me in a kilt."

[glacial_queen]

"What are you wearing beneath it?"

SHE WAS ASKING FOR REASONS!

[bitten_notshy]

"The traditional kilt undergarments," Jack answered with a smirk Karla could probably hear. "Why do you ask?"

[glacial_queen]

A mutual audible smirking, yes.

"Don't you remember, Jack?" Karla drawled, leaning back against her pillows. "I'm a stickler for tradition."

[never_dull]

Hannibal had just returned home from his handwavy session with Derek when his phone rang. He juggled it to one ear as he took off his coat. "Hello?"

[glacial_queen]

"Are you in a kilt, too?"

Greetings were for other people. Karla really, really needed to know whether or not Hannibal was in a kilt, too. She wasn't going to ask him about his underwear or lack there of, but if she could somehow convince him to get a selfie...

[never_dull]

"...Not precisely, no." Apparently, the island had decided to put him, for some odd reason, in a leather armored skirt. On the bright side, after attempting a few times to take it off, he now had quite a bit of good leather, should he ever need it.

And he was definitely wearing underwear. Sorry, Karla. "I take it this latest oddity has spread to your land, as well?"

[glacial_queen]

Some people were just no fun at all.

"Only in the form of one knobby-kneed mutant," Karla said, giving Jono a wink. "And a phone call or two of complaints. But since I've never seen you in anything but an excellently-tailored suit, I needed to know if you were similarly afflicted."

[trigons_child]

"Karla!" Raven exclaimed, sweeping into the room.

"Why did no one tell me you were ill? I would have healed you!" she scolded. Not that she'd exactly been around much. She'd been back to Glacia a few times to make certain there were no messages about anything that needed her attention, but in between she'd been jumping to Fandom or whatever dimension caught her whim.

[glacial_queen]

"Because I wouldn't let them," Karla said stubbornly--well, as stubbornly as she could wrapped in a thick nightgown with blankets and pillows tucked around her. "You needed room and space and you wouldn't get that, worrying after me."

[trigons_child]

"Nonsense," Raven said, sitting on the edge of the bed. "I am your Healer, and you are my priority."

She reached for Karla's hands. "At least allow me to take what lingers from you."

[glacial_queen]

"Sometimes you need to be your priority," Karla said firmly. And followed it up with a painful bout of dry, hacking coughs. "But, yeah, if you'd like to get rid of the rest of it..."

Karla had no problems letting Raven take this stupid illness and dispel it. None at all.