While PlayerLocation = PAX

Cara = Chipmunk
Vi = Kitten
Aphra + Isabela = Probably nothing to worry about. Really.

Somebody here has two thumbs and is headed to PAX AUs which means I am not going to be around for the next few!

Vi is a tiny kitten at the centre of a custody dispute between Steph and Saffron, Aphra and Isabela are enjoying their early crime holiday and, as always, Cara is a deeply annoyed chipmunk.

So, in case Aphra's class wasn't a hint, I'm not going to be around for the next wee bit because we're in the middle of moving and oh god where did we even get all this stuff.

So Aphra is a tooka lurking in the vents, Vi is a kitten who dreams of nothing but murder, and Cara is a chipmunk. Again. Her life is hard.

Cara had intended on taking a long, relaxing bath while looking over the pamphlets for tomorrow's class and trying to decipher what they were actually attempting to say. A futile task, but at least she could say she tried.

Of course, because the island hated her, she instead spent her evening trying to escape the now much larger bathtub and even longer trying to dry her fur.

Though, on balance, that probably still a better use of her time.

In addition to the...teaching materials they'd been...assigned for the next semester, Cara and Magnus had been given a voucher for this...business. To 'help them get into the spirit'.

Cara looked at the blindfold she'd just been handed. It was not helping her general air of dubiousness. "Why?"

[For the teaching bro.]

Cara hated this time of year. Hated it. And not just because of the fucking pollen.

So she was curled up under the covers in a grumpy, broody ball of annoyance, intent on ignoring everything and everyone.

[open to any who have a reason to be there]

After several days of increasingly less subtle hints from the squirrels (which given their general lack of subtly to begin with...), various checks of the calendar, and what was definitely not any kind of panic attack, Cara had made plans for the evening. Very good, not overly complex plans.

However she had failed to account for the fact the island hated her. Personally.

"Seriously?"

[For the girl!]

The advantage of having your own place was that you could ensure the morning sun never got in your eyes, but that didn't stop Cara from pulling the blankets over her head when the room got far too bright, far too early.

"Make it go away," she whined, ever the height of maturity.

[For the girl.]

Cara had been on this island long enough to figure out what was coming this weekend (even if she was in denial about it), and as such she being incredibly mature and not leaving her apartment. She wasn't even going to leave her room if she could help it.

Though in a fit of contrariness, she'd locked the balcony door while leaving the front door unlocked. That should show certain people who she definitely wasn't thinking about as she pulled her blankets over her head.

See? Completely mature.

[For those who have a reason to be there.]

Cara was not having a good day. Yesterday had been...unpleasant, the incident at the Onsen being followed by fleeting, yet vivid apparitions of things she'd done, things done to her, and more appearances of that other version of herself, ready with a cutting comment, a quick fist, or a quicker agiel, the embodiment of an ideal Mord'Sith. Of course, that wasn't the worst of it, it wasn't like she hadn't learnt to endure either physical or verbal blows long before. The other other her, the nine year old who who didn't say a word but just stood there looking at her, that she'd had little defence against.

Then she'd woken up, and, well, given she'd spent years beating down and repressing every single scrap of her natural inclinations towards empathy and compassion as a survival tactic, it wasn't entirely a surprise that she'd ended up pressed defensively in a corner, back to the wall, hands against her temples in a futile attempt to keep some, any of it out.