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[ hello to you too. She is obviously grouchy as all hell when she picks up, drained and still feeling the gut-clenching effects of the guilt seeping across the eighth floor of spire four. ]

Abandoned shop. Near t'river. [ her accent comes across stronger than usual right now. She's really not feeling like being completely comprehensible. Way too much effort. ]

text | 25th

[unitas]

Did I miss much?

[ at this point in time, Sharon does not trust her voice to not betray the twisted feelings of guilt in her heart, and stomach and lungs. she feels sick with it, worse than she'd had waking up in Hope's temple, worse than coming home to Fear's stupid, stupid fucking gift (a thank you, he gave her a fucking thank you).

she'd really like to go back to being dead right about now. ]

1/2

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[ The reply takes a while to come, Kate sitting for minutes trying to disentangle all the things that happened. What she'd heard, seen, done since then. ]

It keeps coming back. Seems contained.

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[ But, a couple of minutes later, she decides to add; ]

Talked to the guards. Avoided mentioning anything you did, but I thought you should know.

text ; 26th, early morning

[hollowly]

( you already know. )

Hey, you awake?

awww yiiiis

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Shouldn't be. Am.

What's up? [ we could have had confusion, you know. they would at least not bring guilt-ridden insomnia. ]

13.07.2016

[fortunefavored]

[listen, all Newt knows of Kate at this point is that she was somehow involved in the fog stuff. So he actually doesn't mean to send this to her. So she's going to get this blaring out of her phone]

Yeeeee

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[ what she means to send is: ]

What?

[ what she does send is a paragraph of increasingly creative swearing in Danish.

... at least she understands that text message. ]

[text]

[thechoiceisyours]

[Okay. Time to be an adult. The reasons why he's been avoiding Kate are varied and some more legitimate than others, and none of them are really resolved, but he's decided to try to just put them aside for now.

The text he sends is short, but that's for the the best.]

Hey.

If you want some coffee I'm at the bar.

[In other words, he's ready to talk if she wants to. Or, well, not ready, but willing to give it a try.]

[text]

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[ she can't exactly lie and say she's not a little glad she didn't have to go through that entire song and dance with both chris and emily together. sorry has never exactly been her strong suit and in the last couple of months, she's done more of it than she can remember doing in a good decade. but, as everyone's learned, the rules are different down here.

so she has to be a little different. a little more willing to apologise for her fuck ups. this one can't exactly be avoided and was somewhat more important than simply forgetting to file paperwork or something.

it is fucking painful, honestly. ] Sure. Be there in an hour.

text

[unfollowing]

thanks, those rocks are perfect, he's going to love them

text

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Was nothing. Just... keep him happy, alright? [ Seriously, Glacius deserves all the good things. ]

text; forward dated a few days

[kickingand]

i owe you a drink

text;

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Told you so.

Vodka or tequila.

text - 8/5

[unfollowing]

come string some of these rocks if you want

[Emily would rather do it all herself, but she also wants to get this done soon. Glacius deserves it.]

| text > action.

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Sure

[ and, sure enough, she's there not too long after, pushing open the door to the shop slowly and sticking her head in before entering. ]

Hey.

text;

[strangelic]

Are you awake?

text;

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( this takes a few minutes. she's up, but investigations have not been easy on her. ) Is there a problem?

| telepathic shenanigans.

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( for the confusion revival event, Kate's telepathy is going a bit haywire. sorry if she randomly stumbled across your thoughts, but leave them here! )

just faith things - for at any point during the event

[avephoenix]

1. Wonder if Carlisle's a grumpy drunk or a happy drunk. Or a chatty drunk. Can't wait for our first house wine night!

2. Feels bad to think so, but I like it here? Nothing too awful yet, can help people out, no one knows who or what I am. It's nice.

3. Note to self: ask Kate about that monster Miriam said she made?

4. Note to self: wander 'round at night with Kate. Rooftop race, maybe?

5. Wonder if maybe we should let Carlisle go back to his old place. He seems less bothered than he lets on, but I'd better make sure?

6. Crow's bed is so cute! What a sweet bird.

7. Damn, couldn't that Door thing have brought me a vibe? Least I've got my staff to fight with, but a girl needs a vibrator now and then.

8. Why am I suddenly missing Spice Girls songs?

9. Note to self: suggest karaoke night at the bar?

10. 'I'm in the moo~d for dancin', romancin', oooo givin' it all toni~ght~'

text 10/7

[unitas]

Screw. Fear. [ hey, kate. ]

|D

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What's he done now?

Oct 12, late morning

[glacius]

Hello, Kate.

It has been two days now since I have seen you at your usual place of work. I cannot recall the last time you have not been present there in some capacity, I... is everything alright?

... Ah, perhaps this is just pointless worry. You work at a clinic. If you are injured our ill, I am sure you have access to the supplies you need.

I will continue to stop by during my morning patrols. I look forward to your return.

10 / 12; probably around 2am ( voice )

[hollowly]

( because old habits die hard, and if he's perfectly honest, he has no idea what to do with himself.

except to reach for the things that he's found to be familiar in this place.

and the one thing he's reaching for the most isn't there.

the sound of his voice is muffled - which means he's probably sitting in his living room with a hand over his face while the other holds the phone to his ear, a glass of something strong and alcoholic poised in front of him, a testament to just how badly he's doing.

there's a small intake of breath, and then a slow exhale, a rustling in the background that may be the restless sort of shifting that comes from being both anxious and numb and not knowing quite what to do with yourself. ) I'm sorry -

( there's the sound of ice clinking in a glass, and a swallow, yet another intake of breath. )

Just ... just come back. Soon.

Please?

Voice

[stepford_smiler]

Kate. I think I have found something of yours.

Voice

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Aye?

I'll be at the clinic.

text.

[bheidh]

Have your powers returned to what they were?

- L

text.

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Aye. Everything in order with you?

[video]

[infinite1up]

Hello! [He gives a little wave.] I'm Sato.

Pardon me for getting to the point so abruptly, but I'd seen something on the network about 'healing cells' that you'd put together. Do you mind if I ask a few questions about this kind of.. oh, 'enchantment', I suppose? Or do you have another word for that kind of thing where you're from?

[video]

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( she can't say she's expecting that, but getting to the point is appreciated and Kate leans back in the chair she's sitting in before answering. )

Enchantments, aye. What d'ya wanna know?

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( hey, there's nothing wrong with cutting out needless chit-chat. )

They let me make items respond to powers. Allows me to make things that monitor, drain or boost powers.

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[tongueamok]

[Though Kate has been busy, she might have noticed that Carlisle seems to be vanishing from the house. The absence of the man himself is no surprise: even when he is home, he tends to be holed up in his room, studying, writing, praying, or perhaps hiding in his closet for fear that death itself will come looking for him. He is a man of many boring hobbies.

However, his possessions have slowly been vacating the house, one by one. It was his pet rabbit(?) at first, then his plants, starting with the smaller ones that sat around the den. After that, his mugs disappeared, and his glass bottles, followed by his bags of tea and various knickknacks. Last to go is Carlisle.

And he figures he should probably say something rather than just vanishing entirely, hence why he's at Kate's door. Knock knock.]

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( It might say something about how often Kate's been falling asleep at the clinic since the demons disappeared that she really hasn't noticed these things with the same kind of manner (read: aggressive questioning) as Carlisle might have expected her to. In fact, she hasn't said anything, because the occasions she has been home have rarely been for more than the minutes she needs to shower, or get changed.

Really, if her stuff (what little there is) wasn't still here, one would be forgiven for thinking she was living in the clinic in recent days.

(There's no greater reason behind it, or at least that's what she'll say. The place was just a mess. The first aid lessons needed to be planned.)

But at least, when Carlisle knocks, she is in, getting a change of clothes and looking as presentable as anyone can in this underground hellhole. )

Yeah?

( That's one way of saying hello. Manners, Katherine. )

What's up?

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[avephoenix]

It's been quiet in the house since Carlisle moved out. Quiet since Crow disappeared. Quiet since the whole incident with the doubles and her long, long time a dead woman. Quiet since she posted to the network in the beginning of the month. Quiet and still, things Faith so rarely is, but she's allowed, right? She's recovering. She's taking her time sorting through her guilt (glad she's feeding Sorrow with it, so very glad) and figure out a way to make it better.

She still doesn't know how to make it better.

Evening comes today and she's decides she's had enough of thinking, so she goes to sit with Kate on the couch -- only by "sit with" she means "curl up against" like a cat, sliding into her friend's personal space like she belongs there, like it's not even a question they're this close.

(It's not though, is it? Not since Kate died and came back. Sure, she's not the touchiest person, but Faith trusts Kate would tell her to stop if she really minded. It's a trade they make, she guesses. Kate keeps herself busy as sin, and Faith lets her; and Faith drapes herself against her, and Kate lets her.)

"God but I miss Crow," Faith murmurs, resting her cheek against Kate's shoulder. "Hope he's all right, wherever 'e is."

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Too quiet. Too large. Faith's time dead just made the size of this house more obvious, more unbearable. Kate spent most of that time over at Jo's, anything to get away from the cavernous sensation of an empty home. But Kate isn't, has never been, the kind of person that sparkles and pulls people out of bad moods. It doesn't work, and she doesn't have the kind of energy to try and make it work.

So, instead, she's just here, sitting curled up on the couch with notebook and pen in hand. There's not that much to do here, so all she's got to do is continue working on her powers, trying to improve them, devise new uses for her enchantments. Or - as is the case now - just doodle without really thinking about anything, pen swirling up and down the page with no real direction. And when Faith leans on her, she shifts slightly to stretch her legs but says nothing, as still as the couch they're sitting on as Faith turns her into her own personal pillow.

"Can't say for sure. Probably better for him than a cave, mind." A crow isn't meant to be underground, is it?

[voice]

[tongueamok]

I was hoping to talk to you, if that's all right.

[His voice is soft, quietly uncertain. Perhaps he should be going to Chris with this. Or Emily. Unfortunately, he knows how the latter would react, and he assumes the former has other things to attend to. And besides that, he trusts Kate... sort of. More than most.]

[voice]

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Sure.

( She's neutral as ever, this is no bother or massive draw. Just what it is. A friend asking for her ear. )

What's up?

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( Hello to you, too, Shadow. )

What's up? Not more problems with your powers?