Second Floor Common Room, Friday Evening

[glacial_queen]

After a long day out fighting creepy zombie piranha fish, Karla had fought her way to the castle, beyond the goblin city to Pizza Planet, in the vague hopes that perhaps someone had decided to go in early and gotten stuck. Or something.

Much to Karla's surprise, Pizza Planet was actually open and mostly staffed. The denizens of Fandom were even more jaded by the invasions than the students, and apparently decided a paycheck was more important than the piranhas.

They hadn't been particularly happy to see her. Probably because it had been a very light day for them, work-wise.

But she'd shown up and hadn't moved until they completed her order and now Karla had a giant stack of pizzas to feed people along with a few two litres of soda and a giant salad. After a long day of fighting (or even not), she figured that fresh, hot food that didn't come from a microwave would be appreciated.

She was still debating turning on cheesy horror movies like she'd talked about with Ben, though. That might be a bit much after today.

[Open!]

Comments

[longislandiceme]

Bobby considered how to answer that, before settling on a nice vague "Yeah," and a nod towards the water bottle he'd brought with him to the common room. "You?" he asked, absently playing with a lock of her hair.

[justwantsquiet.livejournal.com]

"Uh huh," she said, reaching for his free hand to trail her fingers along his wrist. "They didn't give you any trouble, did they? You aren't hurt?"

[longislandiceme]

"Nah, I'm good," Bobby smirked. "They didn't get too close to me." Somewhere in Fandom, a pile of frozen fish was just beginning to thaw out. "Just a little dehydrated, really."

[justwantsquiet.livejournal.com]

"Good. None of 'em got me, either, but I'm tiiiired," she sighed, leaning a little against him. "It was good training though! Since I probably should practice more with my hand...stuff than I do.

[longislandiceme]

"Mmmhmm," Bobby agreed. "We could work it into your workouts more often, if you'd like," he suggested.

[justwantsquiet.livejournal.com]

"You'd have to make me mad or scared for it to work," Sookie mused. "So. We can. But it's not like you'll be seeing me at my best."

Granted, Bobby had also seen her covered in blood, losing her mind, and constricted by grief all at different points the past summer, so what she thought he'd see in practice that might send him running was really anyone's guess.

[longislandiceme]

Which is precisely why Bobby rolled his eyes at that statement. "Yeah, 'cause I've never seen you pissed off or scared before," he retorted. "And that's the whole point. The more we work at it, the closer we get to bringing it under your conscious control."

[justwantsquiet.livejournal.com]

"Yeah," Sookie agreed. "But it's different. I mean, I can draw on my own past fear and stuff, but we'd have to make me actually upset in the moment for it to be effective training. Something to think about."

[longislandiceme]

"It probably won't be fun," but then, training wasn't really meant to be, "but neither's getting caught unprepared in a real fight."

[justwantsquiet.livejournal.com]

"It's not enough that I can throw a punch and sprint a mile in under seven and a half minutes?" she asked with a little smile. "Yeah. It's weird not understanding how my hands work. Getting a better grip on my powers would be...helpful."