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Who: Katie McCoy and her victims of choice.
What: Rapture, ravaging, and 'rithmetic. (Ow.)
When: Any time between 23rd September and 31st October.
Where: Any place.
Summary: Triggered by recent events, Katie's darker, more primal soul is in control and intent on sharing the love. Or the hate. Depends on your definition, really.
Rating: ...I honestly don't know. Let's make it a high PG just in case?

[First there came the wraith child,
Hands and silver hair,
Then there came the dark place,
All the hurt laid bare,
Now the soul is broken,
Torn beyond a care,
Shining now among you...

...I see you there.]

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Tucking her pencil behind her ear, she shut her sketchbook, tucked it into her pochade box, and held it all under one arm as she stood.

"Then consider me convinced."

"Oh, excellent. I'm very good at convincing, you know." She nods solemnly, and also stands. "Do you need a hand with anything?"

"Obviously. I never stood a chance." She starts an ambling, easy pace towards the bakery. "Don't worry. This is light."

She smiled.

"So brownies win. Any other favorite desserts?"

"I have a terrible dislike for strawberry icecream," Katie announces cheerfully, following along behind Jilly. Still... her eyes flick to the bakery a little warily. It wasn't so long ago she was in there talking to Peeta. Among other things.

"A terrible dislike, huh?"

It didn't take them long to reach the cozy building. It was a bit surprising not to see Peeta standing behind the counter. The other painter was reserved, for all that he was friendly, but he'd become a familiar figure on the days she'd slipped inside. But everyone needed days off, and it doesn't take long to get two large brownies and to paper cups of hot apple cider to go.

"Absolutely terrible. I try to have it as much as I can to try and give it a chance, but we just don't get on." And she relaxes as she sees the bakery is running, same as usual. Oh, but that cider...her eyes light up. "You've got excellent taste in drinks."

Jilly laughed at that, shaking her head slightly at the response. "That's very diplomatic of you."

Passing one of the cups to Katie, she smiled. "Apple cider just feels like fall to me. It's like the season can't really change for me until I've had some."

She grinned. "I guess that would mean I could keep it summer forever, if I just wouldn't drink it. But I like all the seasons too much to play favorites."

Katie takes the cup with a murmured thanks, blowing on the cider before taking a cautious sip. "I'm especially fond of winter," she says. "You can make all sorts of interesting snowmen, but your hands and feet get very cold and it's much harder to move around in.

If someone offered to make it summer all the time for you, would you accept?"

"If you'd asked me when Horatio, Archie and I got trapped on the Britannia, I might have said yes. But then, if we had summer all the time, I think I'd end up missing the other seasons.

And what about the people who like winter? That wouldn't be fair to them at all."

"I suppose not. You can't make snow angels in the grass, either." Katie smiles. "Though it might be interesting if we had summer just a litte longer. It could borrow a few weeks from winter, and then everyone would be able to enjoy the snow without getting sick of it."

"That would be interesting. A few more weeks to climb trees and dance in rain puddles before we have to let Snowmen take the lead."

Jilly set an easy pace back towards her studio...Geordie's apartment, now. There was no rush, and it wasn't far enough to create one.

"And Winter would like it more, because people would enjoy the winter they had instead of cursing its name all the time." Katie follows along easily, not in any real hurry to get to their destination. "I imagine Winter is very lonely sometimes."

"Well, it's a pretty lonely time of year. Things are dark, and animals have moved on or gone to sleep. It's probably pretty grateful for the people who brave the snow to play outside."

"Oh, that's an excellent point. I shall have to play outside more often, then. Even Winter needs friends."

She held the door open for the smaller girl as they reached the apartment, standing to one side so Katie could step into the hallway.

"I know Geordie was going to the store, but you have to meet him if he's come back. He's sharing my studio, now."

"Geordie?" She steps in, glancing around-- she's heard that name recently. "Geordie Riddell? The fiddle player?"

She couldn't help but laugh at that. "You've met him already, hmm? I should have known."

She rather liked him. A fiddle player with all the old songs... "Did he find his fiddle yet?"

Does this change things?

Not if he doesn't come home in time.

"Not yet. Hopefully he will, soon, though. Him without his fiddle is like me without my sketchbook."

It just shouldn't be.

She wove her way up the stairs, leading the way up to her studio.

"Or me without my walls." Katie grins faintly at that. "Is my picture still here? The one I was painting before."

"Your walls, hmm?"

She smiled. "It is. I set it off to the side for you, in case you ever wanted to finish it."

The door isn't locked when she reaches it. Geordie doesn't really have any belongings in the apartment, and she's never been very good about locking up her place. After all....who would steal anything? And why, in a place where everything is free?

"Perhaps I shall. It would be a shame to leave it." Katie follows Jilly in through the door, though she only glances around for her painting briefly. "We could paint together again."

"I thought you were going to be going through my unfinished sketches."

But she doesn't sound put-out by the suggestion. Even before Luceti, Jilly had been a go-with-the-flow type of person. Always busy. Always bustling. But she'd be as likely to derail her plans for impromptu friend time as she was to follow a tight schedule, so long as no one was getting let down in the process.

Katie offers Jilly an innocent look. "We could always do both."

"That," she said with a smile, "is an excellent idea."