[Kate isn't really sure how she ended up at the safehouse. One second she was in her crappy, rundown apartment on the other side of town, and now she's... not. She's used to weirdness, especially after landing here, but she has absolutely no idea what's going on. Absently, she runs her fingers through her hair and finds that it's longer. The realization sends a shiver down her spine, and confusion turns to something deeper, something harder to shake off.
Get it together, Kate, she tells herself, shoving the anxiety down. It's fine. Well, okay, it's not fine, but it comes with the territory. Freaking out isn't going to do anything.
The little pep talk doesn't do much, but at least she's on familiar ground. It makes it easier to start searching the building for friendly faces, which... are apparently hard to come by. Those who have been here a while but don't recognize her might be savvy enough to notice that she doesn't quite have the shellshocked look of a new arrival, despite her confusion. Every time she sees a shock of black hair and realizes it isn't Loki or Jason or Damian, she has to quell the rush of disappointment.
Eventually, she just reaches out to tap the shoulder of the next person she sees.]
Hey, what day is it?
[Totally normal question, right?]
Enjoy the Festivities
[So, something deeply weird has happened. Apparently she disappeared for months and just... popped back at the safehouse like nothing. It bothers the hell out of her, and eventually she can't handle staying there anymore. She heads out into the city, only to run into the festival.
It's not like anything else could make her feel more disconnected and weird, so... Food trucks. Sure. Whatever. One of the sellers shoves something into her hands, something that looks suspiciously like chocolate-covered grasshoppers on a stick, and she wrinkles her nose.]
You're going to have to put a lot more chocolate on this if you want me to buy it.
Wildcard
[Hit me with something else, or tweak one of my starters, and I'll run with it!]
kate bishop | marvel 616 | re-app??? idk what i'm doing it's fine
[Kate isn't really sure how she ended up at the safehouse. One second she was in her crappy, rundown apartment on the other side of town, and now she's... not. She's used to weirdness, especially after landing here, but she has absolutely no idea what's going on. Absently, she runs her fingers through her hair and finds that it's longer. The realization sends a shiver down her spine, and confusion turns to something deeper, something harder to shake off.
Get it together, Kate, she tells herself, shoving the anxiety down. It's fine. Well, okay, it's not fine, but it comes with the territory. Freaking out isn't going to do anything.
The little pep talk doesn't do much, but at least she's on familiar ground. It makes it easier to start searching the building for friendly faces, which... are apparently hard to come by. Those who have been here a while but don't recognize her might be savvy enough to notice that she doesn't quite have the shellshocked look of a new arrival, despite her confusion. Every time she sees a shock of black hair and realizes it isn't Loki or Jason or Damian, she has to quell the rush of disappointment.
Eventually, she just reaches out to tap the shoulder of the next person she sees.]
Hey, what day is it?
[Totally normal question, right?]
Enjoy the Festivities
[So, something deeply weird has happened. Apparently she disappeared for months and just... popped back at the safehouse like nothing. It bothers the hell out of her, and eventually she can't handle staying there anymore. She heads out into the city, only to run into the festival.
It's not like anything else could make her feel more disconnected and weird, so... Food trucks. Sure. Whatever. One of the sellers shoves something into her hands, something that looks suspiciously like chocolate-covered grasshoppers on a stick, and she wrinkles her nose.]
You're going to have to put a lot more chocolate on this if you want me to buy it.
Wildcard
[Hit me with something else, or tweak one of my starters, and I'll run with it!]