Eyes of a Tragedy

Examining the bigger picture again hadn't seemed to stop whatever human part of Sarah Kerrigan's mind was still questing. It had been nearly a week since the last time she gave in, and now she was sitting there again, staring at a website on her screen.

Years ago, she and Harriet had gone down to London to find a solution to the angels problem. They'd spoken to a lot of government officials at the time, and... Well.

She closed her eyes, brushed her fingertips over her eyelids, and gave in to human weakness. Touched the numbers of the first familiar name she found into the phone, and called.

( The voice that answered was crisp, professional, and possessed of a strong Welsh accent. )

Something tiny and human curled up in Sarah Kerrigan's body, then dissolved. She sighed, tension seeping out of her body, and shut her eyes. She slumped back.

It only lasted a minute.

Then her body language straightened itself out, and she sat up. Right. That-- issue was out of the way.

[[ co-written with the awesome notquitewright, details of phone call NFB, and open ]]

Between the fog and this irritating new wandering-- thing, Kerrigan was absolutely amazed she'd managed to make it to her office today. With a grim kind of satisfaction, she sat down on her chair and glared at the wall.

She had a couple of appointments today that weren't going to be fun. Well. Some of them, anyway.

[ open hours! she's gone come afternoon ]

Kerrigan was starting to consider setting up shop permanently in her office. At least there, the chance of something happening was something greater than in her house. It had been an oasis of silence for over a year, but now it was too loud in its quiet.

She needed something to focus on, and so the door was open again, and she was sat one inch too straightly in her chair, waiting.

[ open hours! ]

Okay, a second visit to the office had made it very obvious that that chair just wasn't going to work. So Kerrigan was in the office now, carefully dismantling the arm guards of the chair.

And carefully ignoring the three rats sitting on the back of the chair, singing something that she was pretty sure would've made her ears bleed if she'd still been human.

"For crap's sake, island."

[ open hours! ]

Sarah Kerrigan was hunched back in her chair, feet to the floor, making little circles. Circling, circling...

It wouldn't be much longer, now. Home. Christ.

Funny how you can prepare something for months and still find yourself completely jarred by it. She ran a hand through her hair, then sat a little forward again. Finals week...

[ open! ]

Kerrigan was not stupid enough to bring the kitten to work. No; that right was reserved for some of the bottles of neon soda, which had still not quite managed to drain out of her fridge.

Privately, she thought they might be reproducing.

In full defiance of the sugar, she was drinking her coffee black today.

[ open hours! ]

For once, Kerrigan didn't have a headache over school, a syllabus, students, or anything else starting with an 's'.

Today, she was picking through websites about parties. Birthday parties, to be exact.

For the sake of normalcy, however, it has to be noted that she did, in fact, have a headache about that.

[ open hours! ]

It was completely and utterly Roy's fault, and Kerrigan was going to firmly stick to that idea. Because really, the concept was absolutely ridiculous--

--but kind of fun.

She blew some air into one cheek before trying to storm the castle again. Damn Flash games.

[ ooooopen ]

Kerrigan had now progressed from banging her head against her syllabus to studying it thoroughly and wondering if maybe she could find a place to involve driver's ed. Hypothetically.

And maybe a Vulture bike. She missed driving Vultures.

[ open hoooours ]

Kerrigan was...

...still working on her syllabus. And chugging more coffee by the minute.

She was also trying to run through sim code while writing out class ideas and figuring out how to alter the dropship for the new environment.

It was a multitasking kind of day.

[ open hours, but mild sp from time to time ]