Dite's Decadent Delights, Monday Afternoon

[glacial_queen]

The last place Karla wanted to be was at work (or, you know, on the island at all), but unlike people kept insinuating, she knew her duty and she did it. And she'd be damned if she was going to skulk about and hide in her room, regardless. So here she was, chin up and head high, inventorying the stock since it was doubtful they'd be getting any deliveries soon.

There were a few more snow globes left, but she was saving those. In case there were people about who wished to share their uninvited opinions about her actions the other day.

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Re: Talk to Karla

[furnaceface]

"I imagine that would have been a help, yes," Jonothon agreed. There was a bit of a terse note underneath all of that, something that was deeper and far more personal than he cared to delve into, that sank its claws into the fact that... well, they hadn't taken him very seriously even before all this.

They would hardly have been able to start taking him seriously now.

"But, now that we're stuck here..." His smile was just as terse. "If there's anything you need, Karla, just let me know?"

A shoulder to cry on, a night out drinking, someone to beat up Warren with a lead pipe. Jono was flexible that way.