It was more than a little startling when Kara woke up in a room that was so very similar to the one she hared with Lana back in Metropolis and yet... so very different. She sat up slowly, looking around warily. She'd just gotten her own body back and it seemed the hamsters were messing with everyone again.
Alright, Kara, she told herself, pull yourself together. You can do this. Think like Batman. What would Bruce do? She got out of bed and paused, unable to keep the wry smile off her face. Bruce would have beaten the tar out of the hamsters by now. But... the desk was probably a good place to start as any. It seemed innocuous enough, but desk were where Important Things went most of the time.
... Like a picture of her and her father, apparently. Like a diary with her handwriting in it.
Kara checked the clock as she picked up the diary and sat gingerly in the desk chair. 5 AM. She had time. Kara cautiously opened the slim journal and flipped past the 'DON'T READ PLEASE!' page. "Ow!" she whispered to herself, watching in morbid fascination as a small bit of red formed under the paper cut she'd just gotten. Which meant she was either under a red sun, writing in a magic journal or turned human somehow. None of these things sounded pleasant. She could only hope the diary explained a little as to what was going on.
It did. Whether that was a good thing or a bad thing, though, Kara wasn't exactly sure. When she was done reading she felt... numb, almost. Numb and drained and, god did she really want some coffee. There had to be a kitchen in here somewhere, right? Right. Adventure time.
And, you know, the journal may have warned her that she was living with Spencer now, but that didn't really do anything to ease the awkwardness when she padded into the kitchen in her robe and nightgown, seeing him all wrapped up in his own robe.
[ location: the house ] beware the teal deer
Alright, Kara, she told herself, pull yourself together. You can do this. Think like Batman. What would Bruce do? She got out of bed and paused, unable to keep the wry smile off her face. Bruce would have beaten the tar out of the hamsters by now. But... the desk was probably a good place to start as any. It seemed innocuous enough, but desk were where Important Things went most of the time.
... Like a picture of her and her father, apparently. Like a diary with her handwriting in it.
Kara checked the clock as she picked up the diary and sat gingerly in the desk chair. 5 AM. She had time. Kara cautiously opened the slim journal and flipped past the 'DON'T READ PLEASE!' page. "Ow!" she whispered to herself, watching in morbid fascination as a small bit of red formed under the paper cut she'd just gotten. Which meant she was either under a red sun, writing in a magic journal or turned human somehow. None of these things sounded pleasant. She could only hope the diary explained a little as to what was going on.
It did. Whether that was a good thing or a bad thing, though, Kara wasn't exactly sure. When she was done reading she felt... numb, almost. Numb and drained and, god did she really want some coffee. There had to be a kitchen in here somewhere, right? Right. Adventure time.
And, you know, the journal may have warned her that she was living with Spencer now, but that didn't really do anything to ease the awkwardness when she padded into the kitchen in her robe and nightgown, seeing him all wrapped up in his own robe.
"Uhm... Spencer?"