Her original plan of 'hide in the preserve and never come out' was thwarted by fall. Yellow ducky pj pants and a matching tank top were great to wander around the house in, not so great at fighting off hypothermia. It was probably for the best that she'd spent Wednesday night wandering around zombie-like in a daze instead of curling up somewhere to fall asleep. It meant she'd still been conscious on Thursday morning by the time her survival instinct kicked back in and she'd fled the preserve for somewhere with blankets and heat.
Besides, she was less 'hiding' and more 'avoiding.' Which didn't really explain why she was dashing up to her loft to pull blankets over her head at the sound of a knock at the door.
Which probably would have worked better if she hadn't blundered into the table, bouncing off of it and into one of the metal sides with a loud clatter, before doing so. Good job on that stealth check, Kathy.
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Date: 2017-11-05 09:50 pm (UTC)zombie-likein a daze instead of curling up somewhere to fall asleep. It meant she'd still been conscious on Thursday morning by the time her survival instinct kicked back in and she'd fled the preserve for somewhere with blankets and heat.Besides, she was less 'hiding' and more 'avoiding.' Which didn't really explain why she was dashing up to her loft to pull blankets over her head at the sound of a knock at the door.
Which probably would have worked better if she hadn't blundered into the table, bouncing off of it and into one of the metal sides with a loud clatter, before doing so. Good job on that stealth check, Kathy.