Room 414, Wednesday Afternoon

[solarhippie]

Karolina was finally back from LA. She'd been called in last Monday afternoon, and the week had been busy, between the gang looking for their parents' secret hideout and fighting random criminals who seemed to have been flocking to the city now that he Pride was gone. But at least they had a new Hostel now, underneath the La Brea tar pits. Goodbye venice Beach and being cramped inside Leapfrog all night, even if it was... admittedly a bit creepy to hang out in your evil, dead parents' old lair.

It had been good to be in LA, but it was nice to be back in Fandom now too (and not just because there was a date thing that had been rudely postponed by various factors, although that was pretty good too). Karolina hadn't taken much personal stuff with her, mostly food and whatever else her friends needed, so she didn't have a whole lot of unpacking to do now that she was back.

And having done that, she flopped down on her bed with a magazine. Fifteen minutes, or maybe a half hour all to herself seemed reasonable.

[ooc: Open door, open post, some SP likely while I have a Skype meeting, la la la.]

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[arsenicmauls]

"Okay, good," Gert said, leaning in the doorway. Liara asked permission to enter; Gert avoided that whole thing by leaning against the doorframe like this was her room. "Victor and I were kind of hoping you skipped this one. The past week sucked."

Waaaait. Hold on a second.

"...What were you doing in LA? I thought you didn't want to go back."

[solarhippie]

"I never said that." No, Gert had just thought that. And it still made Karolina feel vaguely guilty. "I already went back to find the rest of you about a month ago."

[arsenicmauls]

Gert was almost positive that Karolina had said that, but... well, Gert.

"You did?" That was very real surprise on her face. "Was everyone okay? Chase and... everyone?"

Ahem.

[solarhippie]

Karolina nodded. "Everyone's fine. We, um, even found Old Lace. The... well, you, at home, she didn't get her back until now."