EP: Kate Barlow | Main Bar, Library (age spell plot)

[ikissdhimbck]

It had been a quiet day for Kate when the loud BWA-BOOOOOOOM shook the bar. She'd just settled down after her nightly chores in the stables, easing the tension out of her back in an armchair by the fire, sipping on a hot tea with bourbon in.

(It's getting close to All Hallows' Eve, and that's making her anxious.)

However, she didn't have all that long to think about the approaching holiday before she was seeing the room from an even lower vantage point, face scrunched in distaste at the liquor on her tongue. She blinked at the teacup and quickly set it down, jumped to her feet, and looked around the strange room.

" ... Daddy?"

Kate Barlow, aged twelve, was off in search of her father.

What she found instead were the libraries.


Now, far calmer, a young Kate sits amid a pile of books, occasionally sweeping cautious glances around the room. She's finding the words of Jules Verne to be a comfort at present. Clearly she slipped and bumped her head during chores, or stumbled onto a glorious vessel somewhere in deep space. She isn't quite sure what to make of it right now, but anywhere with an endless supply of science fiction can't be all that bad.


[ooc: open forever! you may find Kate in the library or the main bar. if your character wants to be in on a heist, they can take this opportunity to meet Kate. the actual heist will happen in a later post, so it's not required you tag this one (I'll update all interested parties once it's all in place). if you'd like me to send Kate round to one of your posts, just let me know!

tiny!tag: age spell plot]

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[ikissdhimbck]

Kate brightens like the sun with Marian's exuberance. It may not be the most polite get-together, young ladies with legs folded beneath them on the floor, a mess of books on either side, tempers flashing bright with eagerness and joy — but it feels like acceptance and friendship.

"Hmm. Somma the doors don't open when I try 'em. I've been up and down the whole place looking for my daddy, but I just find more rooms. Curious."

However, if Miss Marian says there's a door out, Kate believes her. With hope, she'll find it.

"Do–do you like it here? Do you have many friends?"

[queenofmay]

It's is ever so nice, even if her Nurse might consider it naughty. Sitting on the floor surrounded everywhere by books, any next to a smiling face, even if there was nervousness curiosity in it, too. Out of more a reminder to herself, that comes far too many obvious seconds late to be direct habit she cared much about, Marian smoothed out her skirts around her.

"I haven't spent all that much time here. Just a few minutes each time. It's usually when I'm least expecting it." When she was chasing about Robin, and already breaking all the rules. But he vexed her so much. "I hadn't met anyone of my own peerage here. It's mostly been adults."

She'd paused, thinking herself done, before realizing maybe she hadn't been clear about that being a good thing. Circumspection was so complicated, and she found herself blurting out more earnestly, fingers tightening in the cloth of her skirt along with it. "But it is awfully nice to finally."

[ikissdhimbck]

Katherine lights up, all at once happy and eager and relieved and overcome. A million different feelings with a million different thoughts, because she was sure Marian would say yes, that she has many friends, and Katherine's next words would never be spoken.

"Yes, it is! Would you like to be my friend? I don't know anybody here."

And she likes Marian, ever so much so. She couldn't explain why; perhaps because, despite Marian's objections, she really does look like she's from a fairy tale. Perhaps it's just nice to be with a girl her own age. Whatever the reason, Kate was hoping she might like to play, or stay and read beside her. Anything, really.

[queenofmay]

Marian's eye went a little wide, but her smile followed it, just as widely while she was nodding quickly. "Ever so much!"

A friend, in this strange, but magical place, who was a girl and she liked books. And so far they even seemed to like each other. Perhaps, it was not such a bad thing not to remember how she'd gotten here from home at all this time. Not in comparison to what she had found.

[ikissdhimbck]

Katherine practically blooms, in much the same way as a preening bird. Feathers ruffling up, shoulders high, body bow string taut with excitement. Her smile is fit to split her face.

(Not an expression all too common on the girl, who is ever in command of everything.)

"What do you like to read? Or — even what kinds of games do you like? Myself, I love a good adventure."