Room 224 - Sunday Morning

[noearsyet]

The lack of guns was disturbing.

It kept bothering John, and he was unable to not to poke at the issue and wiggle it around like a sore tooth.  Why was he somewhere without any guns?  Mom and Cameron not being there made a little sense.  He had a vague memory of them and Derek heading out, but - still, there should be guns.

He'd spent the day

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[glacial_witch]

Karla knocked on the door to George's room. Please be George, she pleaded silently. Please, Darkness, just let him be George, okay?

Her Saturday had sucked a lot. She'd been menaced by a vampire and then held hostage by a crazy clown-nurse-prostitute, and she just really wanted to huddle up with someone until the insanity was over or she had her Craft back.

[glacial_witch]

Karla'd been having a fairly rotten weekend and this wasn't helping.

"Don't worry," Karla said, glaring. "I've already reassigned you from 'weird fever dream' to 'jackass.'"

[noearsyet]

Yeah, it'd probably be easier to be nice when you weren't the savior of humankind and lost your entire army (that being his mother, uncle, and Cameron) somewhere you didn't remember.

John snorted. "Great. My life's complete."

[glacial_witch]

If he wanted to say any of that out loud, Karla would be happy to let him know what a very unspecial snowflake he was here, savior of mankind or not.

"How very droll," Karla said, rolling her eyes as she turned to leave. "Enjoy the rest of it, then. Well, however many hours you have left of it, anyway."

Seriously. If this didn't wear off by Monday, her new boyfriend might end up sporting a black eye.

[noearsyet]

"Hopefully very little," he muttered, turning his attention back to the electronic board in front of him.

[glacial_witch]

"Of your life?" Karla asked, turning back with a look that suggested he was the crazy one. "Do you have some kind of death wish or--never mind. I've stopped caring."

That wasn't entirely true. But she had used up about the last of her patience for the conversation, though.