everyone_takes | [Britta and Miranda]

As far as Kate was concerned, this was the best idea ever.

True, she was no longer drunk and she was sure Britta was sober by now, too, but that didn’t mean the ideas they’d had on New Year’s Eve weren’t totally genius. Her conviction that this was brilliant was only confirmed by the fact that Miranda had been all over the idea of a glam rock band and, really, with two other girls interested, the only thing Kate could do was find pictures for Miranda to look at and spend a few weeks collecting the best costumes she could wrangle out of the clothes box. They could figure out who would wear what later, but Kate felt certain she’d collected a nice variety.

“Okay, so,” she was saying to Miranda as they headed toward Britta’s place. “I brought some books so you can look at pictures and I even found a few records, although I don’t know what good that’ll do us, since I don’t exactly have a record player...”

She doubted Britta had one either, but maybe they could find something in the Compound later.

“Now, I didn’t exactly tell Britta about the whole glam rock side of this,” she continued. “But I’m sure she’ll be into it. How can you not be into it, right? The costumes are just too great to forget about.”

And it would be fun, which was really the only thing Kate was interested in. It was another persona to hide behind, another distraction to help herself forget that she missed her mom and dad more and more every day. It would be good to just completely throw herself into something ridiculous so she could not think about it.

“Britta?” she called as they neared her hut. “Hey, I brought someone for you to meet.”

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Kate's eyebrows lifted at that, balancing the albums in her arms as they headed out. All this time she'd sort of suspected that Miranda was from a completely different world, but hearing her talk about sprites sort of confirmed it. Given all the weird stuff on the island, she didn't disbelieve it either.

"Sprites?" she asked, not sure what else to say. A part of her wanted to know more; the part that loved dressing up and pretending to be Princess Valhalla. The other part of her wanted to seem like more of an adult.

For her part, Britta very much wanted to be open-minded and accepting of wherever and whatever Miranda came from, especially since the way she spoke had made it clear already it was something else altogether, but she'd mostly figured that meant sometime a long, long time ago. The description, aside from the bit about court, mostly just made her suspect Miranda's mom was some kind of weird hippie, if they had hippies hundreds of years ago. "What was your mom?" she asked. "I mean, you know, that... uh... Sprites?"

"Aye, you know, creatures of the air, remnants of gods and magic half-past?" Miranda says, the confidence in her voice slowly draining away as she continued her thought. Chewing on her lower lip she looked at them both, feeling a bit ashamed for having brought it up at all. Though they had asked and she had simply answered. There was truly no retreating from it now.

"My mother was the former duchess of Milan and a gifted sorceress. They are simply things that she did call forth."

"Huh," Kate said, considering that. As mom things went, it was pretty cool instead of causing a ton of drama, like her mom thing did. The idea of anyone being able to call forth something really appealed to the part of her that loved to pretend. "My mom just has five different people living in her body."

And she didn't call anyone forth. They just came whenever it seemed like they'd be able to do the most damage.

It took all kinds, Britta supposed. The island brought everyone here, so as much as she still felt weird about the whole magic thing, she believed Miranda, too. It all sounded a hell of a lot more exciting than being here or being from Colorado either, and she really didn't want to go into specifics about her parents. "Sounds exciting," she offered up instead, glancing toward Miranda. "A sorceress and all. We don't even have those in our time, right, Kate?"

"Does she really?" Miranda asks, not thinking for a moment that it might not be the sort of thing to question. Five whole people in one body. That is stranger in a way that is utterly different from her own mother, but not in a way that Miranda sees anything wrong with.

"I can imagine that would get quite crowded." With a shrug, she smiles at Britta. "It is, but tis all I really know."

"Yep. I mean, nope, no sorceresses or anything in our time," Kate agreed with a shrug. "And, yeah, I guess it was crowded. I mean, the only ever came out one at a time, so I guess it was really only crowded for my mom." Although sometimes it had felt like there was way too many people living in that house, even with just the four of them.

Especially when Alice had come out. She could be such a complete bitch.

"Crowded enough anyway," Britta said, because whether it was just Kate's mom or not, it had to suck for everyone. With the Compound in sight, it occurred to her she had no idea how they'd get the door open, but they'd manage it when they were all the way up there.

"There aren't that many of them in mine either." Miranda feels the need to add, though the subject has passed. Her curiosity has turned in fulll to Kate's mother, who strikes her as being equally if not more fascinating than her own. "I suppose so. It could not have been easy for you," she adds with a thoughtful nod. It would be hard to keep track of who was whom and what they were up to. No way to tell. She would not care for it if she was her.

Kate considered that as they approached the Compound. When she'd first come to the island, she'd been super pissed at her mom and the newest alter and all the stupid shit her parents had put her through. But now, after so many months away, she missed them. She even missed Alice a little bit.

"I don't know," she said honestly. "She'd been that way my whole life. It was like having a way bigger family. I kinda miss her alters, too."

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