First Floor Rec Room, Wednesday Morning

[whenshewasnice]

It was bright and early (for a winter break morning, anyway) and Natalie was back from Montreal. It was, in fact, so bright and early that she didn't want to go up to her room quite yet, on the off chance that Tara wasn't awake yet.

She ended up in the rec room on the first floor of the dorms. And once there, she ended up by the piano without even really thinking about it. She'd never been in this room before, hadn't known they had an actual piano in the dorms. Not that it would have mattered much, she was fairly private about her playing.

But, she was having a rare okay day. She let her bag flop to the floor by the instrument and took a seat, then played a tentative little melody.

[ooc: Open!]

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[whenshewasnice]

Like Natalie could be freaked out by numbers, pfft.

"I see," she replied, idly. "And are they?"

[withasword.livejournal.com]

Well, possibly not the numbers. But perhaps the 'I learned them all so I could kill people!' part. Luckily enough, not something Kate decided to share.

"I don't think I'd be me without it all, so... Yeah, sure. Character building." If she couldn't kick people in the face, she wasn't sure what she'd even be. "That sort of thing comes in handy, anyway."

[whenshewasnice]

"On an island like this, at least." Though Natalie suspected Kate probably meant back home. "Well, not that it helped much with the latest crisis."

Except for that one bit, where she'd felt pretty fulfilled, yes, by kicking people in the face. Kate was not the only person in this conversation who could do that.

[withasword.livejournal.com]

"I don't know, I still beat the crap out of a few zombies," Kate said, and shrugged. "But that sort of thing seems to find me, so that was probably just my luck."

"It was satisfying. That I'll give it."