I'm not a hardship. I'm awesome.

Having over-slept and missed Ghanima's class, again, was not the biggest of Kate's problems today. No, the real problem was that when she woke up – boggling over the weird dream she'd had – she didn't even realize she'd overslept: she thought she still had about 48 hours until she had to be in class. She was convinced she'd only taken a nap, and that it was still Saturday morning, and so she left to go Christmas shopping.

She only realized what day it was when she saw the newspapers at a mainland coffee shop, and even then she had to ask three people before she believed that yes, it was Monday.

Yes, she'd lost two days.

For some reason, the first thing that hit her about the situation was that she needed to apologize to Ghanima, and so she left her a message. After that, though, the reality of it all set in. Unsurprisingly, she didn't get much shopping done. She wandered around for a while – quietly freaking out over the fact that losing time wasn't exactly an unusual thing in her family – and eventually decided to get back to Fandom. It had to be just a Fandom thing.

Back in her room in the evening, she looked around for something, a clue, anything. She found the letter. It did nothing to rid her of her fears; it just earned a screech of "What the fucking fuck?" and sent her straight and without any hesitation to listen to the weekend's radio podcasts.

And after listening to them, Kate laughed, happy, although with a slight hysterical edge. She'd just been in a random coma. She wasn't insane.

The island, on the other hand, was.


[ooc: For the roomie and epic timezone-challenged SP which is epic and timezone-challenged and crippled by finals week. Can be open for others before him, though, if you're not scared off by the supermassive SP warning. Last final on Thursday, guys!]

Kate didn’t sleep well.

In her dream, she was three different people. She switched between them at random. All three had her face, but none of them were her, and they went around confusing and hurting everyone she knew. And she couldn’t do anything to stop them. She was in their head, but she couldn’t control them. She was locked behind their eyes, in their head, screaming.

It was almost a surprise that she wasn’t screaming when she woke up with an involuntary twitch.

She sat up and held her head in her hands. There was no way she was even going to try going back to sleep after that. Who’d want to go back to that?

There was going to be a lot of coffee consumed this morning.


[OOC: Establishy, but can be open for roomie reactions. Or if there’s anyone who has a reason to come knocking at this early hour.]