Of all of Cara's favourite days of the year, today was most definitively not one of them, even without the added joy of sneezing every few minutes while wanting to all but tear her skin off.

Thankfully, with the power back on, she'd been able to take an extremely cold shower without worrying about freezing to death afterwards. Not that the icy spray had done much to soothe the heat and twitchiness under her skin, but at least it'd damped down the air enough that she hadn't sneezed in a full quarter hour.

Then she'd opened her door to find flowers outside it.

The yellow ones had gone out onto the balcony where they couldn't harm anyone in the time it'd taken to read the attached note, the roses on the other hand...

Letting out a (metaphorical) breath she wasn't sure hole long she'd been holding, Cara stomped into the kitchen to find a jug large enough to hold them, stomped over to the sink to fill it, then, glaring, carefully placed the flowers in it and put the whole thing down on the bench, before retreating over to the couch, the card still in her hands.

She was sneezing again. Well, it'd been nice while it lasted.

[Establishy, unless you have a reason to poke the grumpy. Not dirty.]

By now, Cara was just about ready to climb the walls.

Nothing worked. Not running herself ragged, not punching things, not (failing at) meditation. Nothing Cara tried (by herself) was burning off this twitchiness and excess energy.

Which is how she came to be standing in the shower with the hot water off and the cold turned up full bore.

Naturally, naturally, it turned out that Mord'Sith endurance and spending a year getting accustomed to bathing in rivers and streams? Did. Not. Help. This. Plan.

Though at least the running water seemed to have put a stop to that damned sneezing for the moment.

[OOC: Dor closed, post open.]

Cara was twitchy.

She was also still sneezing, but after an entire day of pausing every so often to sneeze explosively, that almost went without saying at this point. It only added to her general air of twitchiness, though. Her skin felt too hot and too tight, and she didn't-quite-itched down to her bones as she stalked from one corner of the room to the other in bursts of nervous energy.

Someone was not a happy camper.

[OOC: post open, door cracked, Mord'Sith sneezing]