A dustland faerietale

[There's the distinct and loud buzzing before the comm device is clattering against the ground and there is loud cursing from a teenage mouth.]

What the hell is going on here? If someone doesn't tell me what the hell is going on right now I'm going to ....

[Crack! Someone accidentally broke her comm.]




[ooc: Back from hiatus, bot going off for the weekend. Catch you all again on Sunday night. Might be on now and again this weekend though. If someone could fill me in that would be great.]

[Meet Kaye's apartment room. There's a mattress on the floor with a giant pink and stained comforter on it. The red blotches are probably old dried blood she tried to wash out. There's a small table with newsprint glued to it and glass over that. A chair that's mismatched from the table and holds a worn leather jacket. There's a coffee mug sitting on the table as well as a long stick of khol, some other random make-up, her post-it notes, and a small notebook. Open to a table with lots of writing on it. There's a cat licking out of the mug. On the ground is a shaggy carpet that looks worse for wear really. More stains litter the carpet and there is a pair of steel tipped boots sitting on the ground, half hunched over and laces undone.

Kaye's in the bed, the comforter half hanging off her and the sword and scabbard are held losely in one arm. The other is above her head. Her hair's a mess. It's all over the pillow that's as clean as she could get it when she washed it. Her lose fitting tank top just barely fits her, exposing more flesh then it should. The tips of her feet poke out from under the covers. She looks every bit like both a pixie and a sixteen-year-old girl.

Whatever was holding the device so high drops it now and a flapping of wings can be heard before the ciling is shown. Kaye's voice is in the background, gruff and horse.]

Cut it out dammit.

I fucking knew it. This place hasn't fucked with us enough recently so it's going to turn people crazy and shit. Not fucking cool. I'd really like to punch one of you in the face right now. We're not you're little puppets. We're people who feel and live. Don't go digging up people's past to fuck with them anymore.


[Private//Hackable]

I can't find River and Cecil's pretty freaked out right now. Don't even know what's going on with Rika. This is just ... shittier then that snowstorm. Whenever they feel like fucking with us they pull out memories we don't want to deal with and display them for everyone to watch.

I guess I'm not affected this time but it doesn't make the situation any less crappy. I'm worried the others are next. I'm worried River's out there dealing with something by herself. Fuck.

Hey Ellen,

It's March now. It's been hell recently so I'm kind of glad you're not here again. I hope they're right. I hope time stops when we're here. I don't want you to worry about me. I don't want grandma worrying about me either. It's not that bad here actually. I've got some friends I really care about. I wish you could meet them. They're ... interesting. No, they're pretty great actually. River's decided she's going to be a mom and picked up a kid. I don't really know anything about it. Maybe one day I can tell you all about this place, or you can meet my friends. I'd really like that.

Hey Ellen. There's this guy, Yuri. He's pretty weird and like a monster or something, but I think he's kind of great. Do you think that would be alright? Liking him. I know back home Roiben and I were sort of ... starting something ... maybe, I think, but do you think it would be alright if I kinda liked Yuri? Because I already kind of do.

Kaye

First the bad dreams and now this.

For the love of god. Not this shit again. Watch, Christmas night it'll be the fucking feast and ghosts again. This place is starting to get predictable, and annoying and ... Dammit, where's the broom?

Rika's come back. It's sick, but I'm relieved. I'm so damn caught up in this place that it's starting to feel like home. Probably because I've got nothing to go back to. Nothing good anyway. I mean there's Corny and maybe Roiben, but making out doesn't mean we're dating or anything. I want to, I, really want to, but I don't even know if it would work out or anything.

Then there's Ellen and grandmom. There's no damn way grandmom's going to take me being some freak well. I don't think I can ever tell her. And Ellen, I doubt she'd ever forgive me. I mean I'm not ... I'm not me I guess. I'm not Kaye Fierch. I'm some nameless faerie that took Kaye Fierch's face and life.

I'm going to miss Christmas again. I'm going to miss it and they're not even going to know. I guess this is what it's going to be like from now on. I really ... wish someone from home were here.