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glacial_witch

Room 218, Sunday Afternoon

Dec 18, 2011 14:01

Karla'd had an excuse why she'd missed the wrapped present on her bed Friday night. She and Warren had been awake for almost twenty- four hours, fought in a battle, had gotten hurled into a bridge, made up, and then she'd performed at the Showcase. Karla counted herself lucky that she'd managed to make it to a bed, never mind her own, before ( Read more... )

where: room 218, door: open, what: mystical bonds, event: baby penguins, can we drama queen this up a notch?, who: cassidy, [kenzi], post: open, linkdrop, this isn't humiliating at all, what: maybe i have problems, who: tony stark, who: karla, who: wesley wyndam-pryce, who: warren worthington iii

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not_a_parakeet December 18 2011, 19:14:48 UTC

Warren had been on his way down to Karla's room anyhow, because there was a thing tonight and he wanted to invite her to it. The screaming had just... kind of hurried his trip down the stairs.

He appeared in her doorway, ruffled and wide-eyed, one hand flexed slightly while he looked around for anyone or anything that was in dire need of a set of claws to the face.

... The baby penguin couldn't possibly be it.

"Uh, Karla?"

glacial_witch December 18 2011, 19:28:28 UTC

Karla was huddled on the edge of her bed, clutching a pillow tightly in front of her knees. She glanced up at Warren and pointed at the...thing still lying on shredded wrapping paper.

"They killed my horse!" she wailed.

not_a_parakeet December 18 2011, 19:30:10 UTC

Warren blinked at the... thingie... and then kind of eased his way into the room, holding up his hands.

"You know that's not a real horse, right?"

He had to be sure. This could be a gremlin thing or something.

glacial_witch December 18 2011, 19:41:06 UTC

"I know it's not!" Mother Night, Warren! "But they killed my horse anyway even though we had a mystical bond and now someone left me a horse head! In my bed!"

In Karla's defense, the horse's head was pretty hideous, even without the paint.

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nothornlessrose December 18 2011, 19:15:29 UTC

Since her room was on the same floor and Cassidy had been reading, she heard the screaming. She didn't even bother to open her door, using Craft to pass through it so she could get down the hall.

When she realized the screaming was coming from Karla's room, she felt blind panic going through her.

"Karla!" She yelled out as she made it to the doorway. Then she switched to a distaff thread when she saw her friend screaming. *Karla, what is it? It's Cassidy and I'm coming in.*

You did not intrude on a Black Widow's space without making sure she knew you were a friend.

[[OOC: Did not realize door was open. *facepalms*]]

glacial_witch December 18 2011, 19:31:03 UTC

This was extra true if the Black Widow was screaming about something. Cassidy's instincts were wise.

Karla was starting to calm down a little--you know, so long as she didn't actually look at the thing--and sent a wordless nudge of assent out to Cassidy. "It was awful!" she said, hiding her eyes.

nothornlessrose December 18 2011, 19:34:17 UTC

When she got the assent, she was making her way immediately to Karla's side. When she saw what had upset her friend, she gasped in shock.

"Mother Night!" Not wanting to touch it,she used Craft to move some of the paper to cover it so that Karla didn't have to see it any more while they talked. "Where in all of the Realms did that come from?"

glacial_witch December 18 2011, 19:42:22 UTC

"Someone mean and horrible!" Karla declared immediately.

So...she had no idea. Though a few suspicions.

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hoorayimrich December 18 2011, 19:20:04 UTC

And behind Tony that poor, frightened penguin ran and ran. It would never again return to the room of screaming again. "Are you okay?"

Because screaming usually meant something was wrong, but there didn't look to be anything out of the ordinary, so...

glacial_witch December 18 2011, 19:33:15 UTC

Bye little penguin.

By now, Karla was feeling pretty stupid. And thinking about climbing under her covers and never coming back out. "I was startled..." she said, a little lamely. "There was a bloody horse's head in my bed."

Or, you know, paint on a marble statue. LOOK. KARLA HAD HAD A ROUGH DAY-WEEK-THINGY.

hoorayimrich December 18 2011, 19:34:10 UTC

Okay that was. New.

"...a real one?"

glacial_witch December 18 2011, 19:44:08 UTC

"...Not exactly?"

Way to point out the flaw in her explanation there, Tony.

"But it scared me. I wasn't fully awake yet."

And she had been having dreams about ashes in her mouth. Ashes that had once been people, Jean.

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wesleynotponcy December 18 2011, 19:51:37 UTC

Well. That was startling.

"Er." Wesley rapped his knuckles on the doorframe. "Is everything all right?"

glacial_witch December 18 2011, 20:01:27 UTC

"THERE IS A HORSE HEAD IN MY BED!"

A statue. With paint on it. Not even life-sized. But it was the principle, Wesley. The principle.

wesleynotponcy December 18 2011, 20:06:41 UTC

"All right," he said, stepping forward and holding out an arm to create a barrier between Karla and the dangerous, dangerous horse head. "I can take care of this."

Brave rogue demon hunter that he was, Wesley took a cautious step forward, then another, and --

"...Karla, it's a statue."

glacial_witch December 18 2011, 20:15:36 UTC

Those were the keen Watcher instincts at work!

"I know," she said, irritably. "It's what it represents."

Which was a dead fake horse in a made up game. So, no, she still didn't have a leg to stand on.

"And it's ugly."

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regretiz4suckas December 19 2011, 01:37:06 UTC

Somewhere down the hall, someone cackled very quietly in glee. And a total lack of self-preservation.

glacial_witch December 19 2011, 02:16:02 UTC

Luckily for that someone, Karla couldn't hear that very quiet cackling. But if she had---Ooooh, if she had.