#kaliloggingon

[padmeonline]

@kaliloggingon gets a starter

Kali might have been a new recruit, but she was family now--that was how things worked in Catalyst. They fought together, they cried together, they healed together--they’d died together too, if that was how the cards fell. If Padme had anything to do with it, however, they’d never have to find out what that felt like--she would keep building their house of cards, restacking again and again, no matter how many winds tried to blow them down. 

Even if the house took her out with it. 

So when she’d heard that the newest Catalyst “child” had nearly died, she had wasted no time in running to her side, pushing away any and every player who got between her and the hospital bed. It had taken her longer to get there than she would have liked, having been held up by the nurse hovering over her, asking how many fingers she was holding up, as if that mattered (because Padme had seen about 12 fingers anyway). By the time she’d made it to Kali’s bedside, she had an icepack taped to her forehead, the cuts she’d sustained hastily wrapped, and was now assessing Kali’s injuries while making a mental list of all the supplies she’d have to gather to make the right potions that would start the healing process. Unfortunately, there was no potion that would make the pain go to zero or her health to a 100. She barked a few orders at one of the nurses.

[thaeher]

closed starter for @kaliloggingon​

The idea of hosting their guild meeting at the player owned bistro just a few doors down from the Seven was proposed by the second in command of the Vixens, as a means of quelling the frustration that had stemmed from a mandatory meeting scheduled at the same time as the club’s grand opening. In order to make the conflicting time frames work for her, Rae stopped in the Seven just long enough to greet Jal and share a brief dance, then run down the street to the meeting. Granted, those in attendance had already started briefing when Rae arrived, but no one made a comment as she slid into the chair beside Kali.

“I’m so sorry I’m late.” Rae apologized in a hushed tone, directed at Kali, as she scanned the table. Or rather, the multiple tables that had been moved together to accommodate the entire guild. Everyone else seemed to be present, aside from the second-in-command herself. “Did I miss anything?”

[crcket-blog]

players : cricket and @kaliloggingon floor : 52. hospital.

A lot could be said about Velia, but it was the little things that Cricket really warmed up to. Where else could she slip out of a hospital bed, plop onto a rolling stool and propel herself with a crutch into a hall and still be virtually invisible to everyone on the floor. Maybe it helped that it was late and the NPCs on this floor seemed especially haggard. But the real skill had been slipping past Leo, who’d been posted at her bedside for who knows long. He’d been adamant about her staying put even though he knew how much hospitals stressed her out. The beds. The paintings. Everything about a hospital put her on edge. At least this way she was holed up in a tiny claustrophobic room.

Yep. This way she could visit whatever room she wanted. Which is where she found herself now, curled up in an stiff little arm chair as she ignored the throbbing pain of her battle wounds. Rolling through the hall, it was as if every one of her nerve endings were screaming in agony in an attempt to make her turn around and remember why she was in the hospital in the first place. It might’ve worked too if she hadn’t been so focused on getting to this spot. It might’ve worked now as she felt herself growing dizzy from the intensity of it all. But watching the shallow breathing of the person across from her, she felt she was where she needed to be. Even if it was only for a little while. From the moment she’d heard Kali was here, on the same floor, Cricket knew she needed to see her. She needed to make sure she was ok. Not that she could tell from here. 

She’d whispered to her after she’d managed to jimmy the door open. No response. Which was the one ok thing about hospitals. She didn’t feel as creepy just hanging around while someone slept. Which happened a good bit. Sleeping didn’t come easily to Cricket, even when she had someone like Leo or Lucia to keep her company. So this was nothing new. Taking a rasped breath of her own, Cricket shifted and pulled up her inventory. With a tap, her Ukulele appeared and she ran her calloused finger tips along the strings. She plucked them a few times, soft and light, before she found a nice melody. It wasn’t a recognizable one. But it came easy, required little movement and took the edge off the pain. She was sure the NPC nurses would hate it. Something about a distraction to the rest of the staff. Not that they really needed the concentration of real doctors.  So it was a nice distraction, to her at least, and it wasn’t long before she leaned her head back into the chair cushion, humming quietly.

[hadeswrxtes]

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“I thought I told you Cricket had some clothes you could borrow?” Hades asked with a raised brow as he watched Kali join him on his porch, his own sleeping shirt on her much smaller frame. 

“Do you know how small Cricket is?” Kali retorted before taking a seat next to him. It was explanation enough. He shrugged his shoulders before handing her a bottle of ale. 

“You ready?” She asked with a grin. Hades rolled his eyes and smirked before nodding his head. 

“Awesome, because I think I have a good one. But you go first.” 

“I never should have taught you this.” 

“Too bad, you already did. Now spill, Hades, tell me your Highs, Lows and Buffalos.” 

It’s become a pleasant tradition that they now did almost every night, if not every other. Hades had taught it to her after watching her slump the first few days she was with him, telling her that maybe it’d help put things into perspective. He liked to think it kind of worked. 

“My Highs?” He began. “I don’t know, I feel like I fixed things with Luna. We sparred today and it turned out… well. Cricket and I went shopping together, and I guess it’s nice being able to talk out in the open and not be secretive about it.” He shrugged a shoulder before letting out a huff. 

“My Lows… I got caught naked by Tequila.” He winced. “Please don’t ask any more questions for that one.” He muttered. 

“And my Buffalo…” He glanced at her and smiled. “I walked in on you cleaning my house.” 

“I’m your buffalo?” 

“Mhmm.” 

“Damn, Hades, way to make a girl feel special.” Kali grinned. She took a swig of her beer before holding up a finger. “Okay! My turn!” 

Hades knew things weren’t fully healed. She had her bad days and her good days, and he wasn’t going to push her to get over things, but this was a start, and he was just happy she could smile every once in a while. 

[dcvcid]

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kali: red wine stains, crumpled blankets on a couch, half-completed scrabble, late-night texts only

greer: a teapot constantly being refilled, worn leather bar stools, collection of playbills

kitty: platform shoes, club lights, throwing pillows, shot glasses lined up, falling asleep together with their clothes and makeup still on

[dcvcid]

winding down (u pick who)

send “winding down” for a starter where our muses are leaving a party together in the early hours of the morning.

David and Greer spent another night getting drunk; it wasn’t unusual for them to leave when the lights went up, so the bartender gave them a knock and indicated it was time to vamoose. Greer was too drunk to make his way back home, so David took him back to his loft. “Let’s go, mate,” he said, grabbing his friend’s hand as he brought him up the stairs. “You’ve got a lot of sleep to do if you’re gonna be sober ever again.”

[dcvcid]

“i wanna love everyone.” -mars

Poppy Starters

“Can’t do that,” David said, gesturing for another round of drinks at the bar, “until you’re a bit more comfortable with yourself.”

He hated the whole ‘you can’t love anyone until you love yourself’ trope - it was unfair to people who suffered from chronic illnesses. “Sorry, let me rephrase. You won’t be able to let yourself love anyone until you forgive yourself, Greer.”

[creolevenus]

“There’s no such thing as a bad idea. Only poorly executed awesome ones.” -mars

Venus rolled her eyes, watching the young man lean against her counter and gorge himself on her sample edibles. Smacking his hand as she pulled the tray away to start replenishing it again.

“Oh, I don’t know mon petit chou. I remember quite a few times where you rattled off awesomely bad ideas. “ she teased. Placing the fresh plate of samples on the other end of the counter. Her time with The five had been memorable. She had felt like they were doing a service, one that was needed. But it was now two years later and none of them were the same. A few of them had more baggage than when they started the game. 

“ I think starting up again is a bad idea. I think what Ares is doing is reckless and poorly executed. And I think you batting your pretty eyes at me won’t get me to change my mind about how dangers this all is.” Because it was dangerous…wasn’t it? With just the three of them, with Psyche and Achilles dealing with their new families. It had to be significantly more dangerous without them. However, Venus couldn’t just turn her back on them.  Coming around the counter, venus hopped on her tiptoes and kissed Mars on the cheek. “Tell you what. You come up with one of your awesomely good ideas and I’ll figure out a way to execute them properly.” 

DAMON SALVATORE SENTENCE STARTERS: @loadingmars