Karina Lyle

Karina had no idea how long an animal transformation was supposed to last--mostly because she tried really, really hard at shutting out as much of the weirdness as possible--but, despite the fact that Sparkle being a dog was weird as hell, she was not above taking advantage of the fact that he was also ridiculously adorable.

He was also extremely amendable to being dressed in ridiculous outfits. The pictures were deeply incriminating and super cute.

(Karina liked the one with the poofy pink doggy princess dress best, even if he had chewed on the soft, squishy tiara they'd included in the costume set.)

Right now, she was balancing a tiny wizard hat on his head. She'd already talked (and okay, given him treats for being such a good boy) him into wearing the matching wizard cape. Halloween was the best time of the year for ridiculous dog costumes.

"Good boy," she said, and it was a bit sad that she could tell that he was torn between sulky and preening. "Such a handsome boy!"

Preening won out. Sparkle was so easy.

The wizard hat fell off before she could take a picture. That figured, but she took a picture anyway.

[Expecting the modded one, but open!]

There were very few things that Karina actually cared about enough to bother looking for if they went missing. Especially since both by natural inclination and career-driven motivation, she was extremely organized and things seldom went missing in the first place.

So if something wasn't where it was supposed to be, Karina usually wrote it off as 'whatever, not a big deal', since it generally wasn't.

That was… not the case today.

Her room looked like a tornado had gone through it, leaving the contents of her closet and desk strewed about the floor, and covering both her bed and the empty bed with her things. She'd gone through her backpack meticulously. She'd even lifted up the mattresses to thoroughly check underneath them.

No luck. Shit.

The fact that she'd used her phone to manually turn the bracelet to voice (since it was usually on vibrate) and that if Agnes needed her, she'd hear that French Bonjour loud and clear… well, it really didn't help.

Because Karina didn't lose things, and she hadn't lost this, and given how weird things were lately, it was probably Fandom's fault. Which meant she wasn't likely to find it until the island felt goddamn good and ready to give it back.

Which meant she was probably fucked.

"Shit," Karina said, muttering to herself as she began yet another search through her things. "This fucking place."

[Door & post open!]

Karina was usually not nervous about, well, anything except for people who were trying to kill her. Given how that usually happened, though, she was actually fairly good at coping.

This was a different beast altogether. She had chocolate, and drinks, and sandwiches (several kinds, since she hadn't known what sort Elsa liked) and was spending her time alternately emailing Nathan some truly impressive flailing and wondering if she'd done the right thing that morning.

It was hard to say? She thought so, maybe.

The door was open a crack, so she could keep an eye on the hallway, and Karina waited impatiently for Nathan to get back to her. And for Elsa to show up.

[Expecting one, but open door & post! That Elsa and Karina talked is for broadcast, what they talked about is NFB.]

My first draft of this post basically consisted of a commercial and nothing else but I sorta figured giving a bit more information might be a good idea. And then I wound up with a table. Yeah.

( The literal Ice Queen. Sometimes. It's all Pepsi's fault. )

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