UPDATE ACT 3 TONIGHT:
Hump day means drunk dials! James and Cat talk CatCo and the future, while Cadmus make their next move.
Now let’s get back to @subcutaneous7 and the spooky tale she’s taking us on.
Kara felt like everything around her was spinning, composed of snapshots rather than actual live images behind her eyelids. As wasted as she was, she was also determined. She hauled her laptop onto the dining room table, flopping into her chair before opening it up, forgetting why she had done so in the first place. Her eyes glazed across the length of her apartment, taking in all the pretty colors. The antique lights above the island in the kitchen looked like giant fireflies with halos around them. She spotted her phone on the counter next, carrying her feet as fast as she could, even though they felt like lead. Finally, she picked up the device, perching on a stool before calling one of the only numbers she kept on speed dial.
“Are you alright?” Cat answered groggily. “What time is it? Is something wrong?”
“I am grood,” Kara assured her. “Good, even. Golden.”
“It’s 3:30 in the morning.” Cat yawned, and Kara tried to ignore the sound of rustling sheets. “I was just settling into the first of my two required hours of sleep, so there better be something–”
“I went to that party tonight,” Kara spilled like it was a salacious secret.
“I see.” Cat’s tone went from annoyed to slightly more interested. “Well, that explains things. Are you about to tell me you got arrested? Please say you weren’t accidentally booked on solicitation, Kara. I know you millennials and your tendency to shy away from clothing in the wee hours, particularly where costumes are concerned. Really. I expected better.”
“I… what are you… no, silly, I went as you.” She blushed, only vaguely aware of her overly familiar verbiage. “I mean, not you you, but a cat. A kitty.”