Katie is a hard person to track down, so one of these may be necessary! Just be sure to mark the date and the format in your header and prepare to be very confused.
[ So, hey. Katie. Check it out. Frosty is finally large enough for Rosie to ride!
Or, uh. Flop... over on? Yeah. The woman's kind of hung over the side of the polar bear dog, looking a little worse for wear as the canine trudges along. Maybe that's a thing Katie should check out. ]
What is it with Rosie and finding her in various states of terrible and/or dead. She alights next to Frosty within another blink, hand out to pat the huge animal, looking a little cautious.]
{Ew. Yeah, you're probably all snotty on the inside. That being said, Katie can't exactly heal illnesses, but she can loan a little energy, as it were. She reaches out to tuck some hair behind Rosie's ear, letting the glamour flow through the contact. You'll feel just as terrible. But you might e able to sit up straight.]
[ There's an initial flinch at Katie's touch. Rose, apparently, is very good at hiding her aversion to physical contact. It kind of came with the territory of war and your life constantly being threatened though she supposes.
There's a distinct sigh of relief, however, at the how her some of her aches and pains appear to alleviate. She does noticeably perk, eyes getting a little brighter. ]
No. Sam did, I think. He was the mud monster.
[ It's recalled with a smile. Haha, aw. Poor guy. He always had such bad luck anyway, it didn't seem fair this event was hitting him hard too. ]
[Normally, Clay doesn't really worry if his crewmates are out for the night. They can take care of themselves, after all, and they have other obligations besides the ship. Heck, Clay himself spends some nights away sometimes.
It's a little different with Katie; she's there every night, after all, and even though Clay knows she can handle herself just fine, she's still pretty much a kid. So at night, he'll at least try to call her, at least know where she is so he won't have to worry so much.]
I'm Sam Winchester; I'm close friends with her, from our time in another world.
[He totally carried her soul(s) inside him for a little while too. And had some of her glamor vision crap passed onto him on occasion. And she accidentally made the devil in his hallucinations real sort of once.
Yeah, think so. I came into my room and found her under my bed -- she was really freaked out. I'm just not sure what it was, but knowing her, it could be quite a few things.
... Only problem is, getting honest answers is kind of a struggle.
Of course not! I'll make sure to bring you a bunch, okay? [sorry kiddo but alien spirit kid or not you are still a small child and he is NOT gonna let a child go with him into the same forest where there are raptors]
11/25; bad luck event
Or, uh. Flop... over on? Yeah. The woman's kind of hung over the side of the polar bear dog, looking a little worse for wear as the canine trudges along. Maybe that's a thing Katie should check out. ]
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What is it with Rosie and finding her in various states of terrible and/or dead. She alights next to Frosty within another blink, hand out to pat the huge animal, looking a little cautious.]
Rosie? You're not dead again, are you?
[Yeah she legit says that.]
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[ . . .
Wait. ]
No. I don't think? Maybe. Let's go with maybe.
[ Frosty gives a quiet whine, looking at Katie pitifully. What is wrong with Rose? ]
M'just sick, I think. [ The nasally congested voice probably gave that away, but... ]
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Did you go swimming in mud?
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There's a distinct sigh of relief, however, at the how her some of her aches and pains appear to alleviate. She does noticeably perk, eyes getting a little brighter. ]
No. Sam did, I think. He was the mud monster.
[ It's recalled with a smile. Haha, aw. Poor guy. He always had such bad luck anyway, it didn't seem fair this event was hitting him hard too. ]
I'll be okay. Just... gotta' get home.
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[PEOPLE DID.]
Would you like to go the fast way?
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5/23; voice
It's a little different with Katie; she's there every night, after all, and even though Clay knows she can handle herself just fine, she's still pretty much a kid. So at night, he'll at least try to call her, at least know where she is so he won't have to worry so much.]
Hey, Katie? Are you okay?
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Katie's not really answering anything right now.
Uh. Who's this?
[:| you better not be one of the ones involved in messing her up]
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Uh. Her captain?
Who's this?
[:| aaand why do you have her communicator]
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[He totally carried her soul(s) inside him for a little while too. And had some of her glamor vision crap passed onto him on occasion. And she accidentally made the devil in his hallucinations real sort of once.
Anyway.
He considers how to go about this.]
Was she upset the last time you saw her?
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Oh, hey, good to meet you. I'm Clay Terran.
[Better than some random guy. Still, the question makes him frown and cross his arms. Just what happened over there?]
No, not at all... She was just her usual self.
Did something happen?
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... Only problem is, getting honest answers is kind of a struggle.
[SO HE JUST. FRETS. EVEN MORE.]
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Oh! Are you hunting a jerky monster, then? Could I help?
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If you say so! You're older. Then would you mind? [She'd love some, but saying as much is difficult.
...she'll just try and see if she can find Sorey herself and make a game of it.]
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[And see you soon. |D]
[around 8/5 (pre-pre-sascha)]
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Did you see him?
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[The planet was distracting enough, but then he also had to babysit some fighting idiots who are probably hundreds of years older than him.]
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As long as you went to see. What did you think?
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Is this what it's always like for you? Seeing these... things?
[Not all of it is bad - several of the people he's seen don't have shadows so terrifying as Sascha's - but it's certainly distracting.]
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