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apocalypsehowcomm2021-11-02 12:09 pm
bossyboiler) wrote in apocalypsehowcomm2021-11-02 12:09 pm
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A mathematician walks into a church to confess.
When: Nov 2nd, evening.
Where: Apartment #C2, ADI Housing.
Summary: Kate has some confessing to do. Will it really be good for her soul or will she have even more problems to deal with? Let's find out!
Warnings: N/A (Will update if necessary.)
Kate normally makes dinner for the three of them. Winter and Yelena both come and go with regularity that Kate can plan dinner and have it warm for everyone to enjoy. If not, that is what leftovers are for. Given that she normally makes a pasta dish, the leftovers usually taste better the next morning. It's not a big deal if they have to reheat it.
Tonight, however, is different.
She had not prepared dinner last night. Kate had simply been too tired to eat and too tired to venture out of her room once she had gotten back to it. She had slept most of that day except for a few brief waking periods where she showered or had been interrupted with a threatening series of text messages. After that, she had discovered the rumors of real magic being posted to the internet. The first of November had been another bad day in a series of bad days.
Kate knows that she has to make it better somehow and the first step to that is telling the two people that are closest to her what she had done. She doesn't feel brave in doing so. IT's a matter of necessity that compels her decision to.
And so she makes dinner. Kate sets the dinner table herself even. She makes her favorite dish and serves it along with bread and wine before calling them both to the table. She feels like she is going before a firing squad. Once they both sit down, Kate places her phone on the table. If both look, they will see the text that she received yesterday.
"I need to tell you two something. I know that you're going to have questions but please don't interrupt me." If she doesn't get this out in one go, she could very well chicken out. She could try to bury it. She could do so many things. Maybe it's fortunate that she had been sent that text yesterday and she has to act. Maybe not. She doesn't know but here goes nothing.
"I was... I have the ability to create forcefields and manipulate them. Back on my world, anyway. I can't use them here because of the danger. I don't know if you two feel it but for me, I feel the desire to inflict fear. I've been able to ignore it, most of the time. " She is going to attempt to stick to the facts. Kate knows that they will have questions. "When the carnival was in town, I used my powers." She swallows and wishes that she had some of the wine that is sitting on the table. "I couldn't take it anymore. I thought if I fed it a little, the feeling would go away. I thought I was being careful but I was caught and now it's coming back to bite me."
Kate reaches down to her phone, turns it around so that they both can reach it before pushing it forward. She doesn't care if they pick up her phone and go through it. There is nothing more damning to reveal.
Where: Apartment #C2, ADI Housing.
Summary: Kate has some confessing to do. Will it really be good for her soul or will she have even more problems to deal with? Let's find out!
Warnings: N/A (Will update if necessary.)
Kate normally makes dinner for the three of them. Winter and Yelena both come and go with regularity that Kate can plan dinner and have it warm for everyone to enjoy. If not, that is what leftovers are for. Given that she normally makes a pasta dish, the leftovers usually taste better the next morning. It's not a big deal if they have to reheat it.
Tonight, however, is different.
She had not prepared dinner last night. Kate had simply been too tired to eat and too tired to venture out of her room once she had gotten back to it. She had slept most of that day except for a few brief waking periods where she showered or had been interrupted with a threatening series of text messages. After that, she had discovered the rumors of real magic being posted to the internet. The first of November had been another bad day in a series of bad days.
Kate knows that she has to make it better somehow and the first step to that is telling the two people that are closest to her what she had done. She doesn't feel brave in doing so. IT's a matter of necessity that compels her decision to.
And so she makes dinner. Kate sets the dinner table herself even. She makes her favorite dish and serves it along with bread and wine before calling them both to the table. She feels like she is going before a firing squad. Once they both sit down, Kate places her phone on the table. If both look, they will see the text that she received yesterday.
"I need to tell you two something. I know that you're going to have questions but please don't interrupt me." If she doesn't get this out in one go, she could very well chicken out. She could try to bury it. She could do so many things. Maybe it's fortunate that she had been sent that text yesterday and she has to act. Maybe not. She doesn't know but here goes nothing.
"I was... I have the ability to create forcefields and manipulate them. Back on my world, anyway. I can't use them here because of the danger. I don't know if you two feel it but for me, I feel the desire to inflict fear. I've been able to ignore it, most of the time. " She is going to attempt to stick to the facts. Kate knows that they will have questions. "When the carnival was in town, I used my powers." She swallows and wishes that she had some of the wine that is sitting on the table. "I couldn't take it anymore. I thought if I fed it a little, the feeling would go away. I thought I was being careful but I was caught and now it's coming back to bite me."
Kate reaches down to her phone, turns it around so that they both can reach it before pushing it forward. She doesn't care if they pick up her phone and go through it. There is nothing more damning to reveal.