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Who: kate bishop + you!!
Broadcast: fleetwide
Action: blameless
When: today
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[ every joint pops when kate bishop wakes up. for the first half hour, all she does is stay in her bunk and stare at the ceiling. what the futz just happened? she wrestles with the ringing ache in her head -- trying to pinpoint the last thing she remembers. was it winn's birthday party? was it venice beach? was it both? with a groan, she at long last sits up. gropes for her communications device.

and realizes just how long she's been out. futz and futz and futz again. ]

Hey, fleet. [ she sounds groggy. and (to those who know her) more than a little under the weather. her dark hair is piled up in a messy bun. she looks...tired. ] Ever have a week-long hangover before? Because what a shitty ability that would be. I've been out since New Year's. What'd I miss?

[ kate doesn't even change out of her pjs. she rolls into the blameless's kitchen and begins to rattle around the cupboards. she wants water -- actually, she wants coffee. but she doesn't have the patience even for the stove-top espresso maker. the feed catches all of it: her expression of dismay as she adjusts back to what a space-kitchen has to offer; her disgruntled yawn; the moment when she collects herself before sitting down and addressing the feed once again. ]

One more thing, actually. What do you do when you feel like you know too much?

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[So he was not stood up?] You were sick? [He did call but he thought she changed her mind. He wasn't going to try and stalk her down. Maybe he should have tried harder.] Are you okay?

Mon-El? [ well, shit. kate's cheeks puff out with a sigh. she ought to smile only she can't really be bothered. the memories tumble back into place. ] Something like that.

Sorry. I made a promise. I don't often break those.

I think being out for a week counts as a good excuse. Unless this is all just a way to get back on my good side.

As ways go, this one's pretty painful. [ she leans her device up against a salt shaker and props her chin in her palm. ] Can I make it up to you?

Are you well enough to make it up to me? Hangovers don't really last that long do they?

I kind of want to try getting hungover, but I can't. Alcohol doesn't do anything to me.

[ Like this is a problem, Isaac, please. But he's annoyed in that rebellious teenager way. ]

What do you mean, too much?

[Yeah, that's definitely concern on Stefan's face as he goes and reaches for a jacket. He doesn't exactly make house calls these days, but he'll make an exception for her (again).]

Like you remembered something new too much?

[ oh! it's hot spinach guy. or -- (kate combs through her memories) -- stefan! she's a little more subdued, today. ]

Yeah. Got the old induced coma special. Two sets of memories for the price of one. [ here, and home. ]

I would say you're missing out, but... [ the broadcast registers a sulky sorta shrug. ] Some hangovers aren't worth it.

[ not that this is really a hangover, in the end. ]

It's not really a hangover. At least, not from the party. [ she scratches the back of her neck. ] Has anyone explained to you that sometimes people just...fall asleep for a while?

You look like you need a caffeinated rescue.

[ he's worried. he wants to come over and check on her. so sue him, after the hotel you're not gonna get much, though. ]

[ kate runs a hand down her face -- scrunching her eyes shut. she probably looks like crap; she doesn't much mind. ]

Winn. [ his name is said with feeling. like she missed him -- a lot. ] Winn, I'm never gonna turn down caffeine. [ ... ] You wanna come visit?

[ he hears it, and it's making him worry more, so he's extremely grateful when she accepts. ]

Yeah, I'll be right over.

[ he's bringing food too. ]

Find me in the kitchen.

[ because winn's no stranger to the blameless. he doesn't need her to meet him and be escorted aboard. but -- because the memory suddenly returns to her that space travel isn't his favourite thing -- she adds: ] Thanks.

It's not very heroic to abandon you to water.

[ he smiles, trying to keep things light at least until he gets there in person. ]

See you in a couple minutes, ok?

[ and with that he hangs up the call. he gets two coffees together along with a leftover waffle he's been hiding from breakfast for later and gets himself to the blameless. he walks into the kitchen soon after, and hands her the cup and the little bag with the waffle first thing. ]

You eat, I'll get round two ready. [ after his own coma, he felt like he needed to drink enough to make up for his 16 caffeine deprived days. ]

[ she's tired. and she's thoughtful. kate's got a mind full of thoughts, but she at least doesn't seem too thoroughly upset. maybe she's remembered some bad shit but...but back home, she was just about to recapture some of her old optimism. she can't let that go. not now.

so when winn arrives, he finds her sitting at the galley table with her head propped up on a hand. she's scrolling through the network -- trying to get a sense for lost time and old memories. but when she looks up and sees him, some delight returns to her face. kate sits up. she's still wearing her pajamas: flannel shorts and a standard issue tank top. ]

Oh, speedy. [ a smile. ] Speediness is appreciated.

[ kate frees the waffle from its bag and doesn't bother with toppings. she just tears it into chunks. ] Some birthday, by the way.

[ she grins through her chewing. her humour is still very present. ]

[ he appreciates that delight deeply - it helps ease his worry a little, and he returns it warmly, as he takes a sip of his own cup and heads to the coffee maker, to prepare the promised round two. ]

I know right, not bad for a squishy human.

[ he turns back to face her, leaning against the counter as he waits for the coffee. ]

If I didn't have Hermione's potions, I'd still be hungover myself.

[ idle-like, she tears the lid off her coffee cup and dunks a piece of waffle into the strong brew. ]

-- She makes those? [ now, that interesting. ] Girl could make a fortune selling those outside nightclubs.

Yeah, if I wasn't motivated enough to figure out inter dimensional travel -

[ he takes another sip of his own cup, and just watches her, for now letting her dictate the conversation. ]

[ actually, this dunking thing ain't so bad. she does it again -- appreciating the mix of bitter coffee and sweet bread. ]

I've got a whole new empathy for what you went through when this happened to you. [ uggh. put her out of her misery please. ]

It passed after a couple days, so there's that. And...I didn't remember anything new besides some seriously weird dreams.

It's like I lived a whole 'nother year. Nearly. [ but in memories instead of actual experiences. sometimes, though, if she sits very still...? she can remember the smell of electricity and sulfur on the air from the big battle. captain marvel and iron man -- trashing each other. ] But -- not?

Shit went down. [ ... ] New York and DC are still picking up the pieces.

[ he pours the coffee and comes sit next to her. ]

Aliens? [ look, it's a common problem, ok. ]

Egos.

[ she polishes off her waffle. and (admittedly) she's perking up a bit. food helps. ]

And an Inhuman who could possibly see the future before it happened. [ ... ] But it wasn't really his fault.

[ food always helps.

he sits there for a moment, letting the warmth of the cup heat his hands, as he debates whether on not he should ask the obvious.

he decides he should. this is kate, they usually talk pretty openly if she doesn't want to tell him she'll just say as much. ]

What happened?

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