[Action -> Written on the 18th]

[flickerflash]

[After a conversation with Buffy, Katie's on the hunt. This week, anywhere between the 14th to the 18th, she's looking for a man with red skin who may or may not be incredibly old (by her own thoughts on the matter) but she's reliably informed he might be able to help her.

That's not gonna work out so well, mind. But such is life. On the 18th, she hunts through town as a kitten, because by this time she's getting too much attention. That, and asking fellow cats for possible directions is less attention-getting when you're a cat yourself. 8|




In the end, though, she has no luck. So loathe as she is to use her journal, she tries asking outright on the journals; written and hopefully as anonymous as possible.]

[Written]

Dear John with the red skin,

Can I have my magic back, please?


[Seems legit.]

Comments

[Written]

[ricecakes]

[Ah, there she is! He'd gone back to his research, so his response takes forever.]

Give the lady a prize.

[Written]

[flickerflash]

[But that's so far away. 8(]

What if someone kills me again before then?

[Written]

[ricecakes]

Alas, this is the part where it no longer becomes my problem.

[Written]

[flickerflash]

[Jerk. Big mean jerk, and at this point Katie would normally huff away and slam her journal and decide never to speak to him again, ever.

...only her magic is really kind of important. Really very.]

Can I make an appointment then or something?

[Written]

[ricecakes]

Fret not. It's already been made.

I'll send for you when I'm ready.

[Written]

[flickerflash]

[Okay, that's not so bad. She just has to wait for a few weeks. So thus she is polite.]

Thank you very much.

[...just don't tell her that means she'll get carted off by droids or something >_>a]