InsaneJournal

Who: Kate Bishop and Open
What: Getting her footing.
Where: Community Center
When: Monday
Warnings: Probably none? I'll update it
Status: Open/In-Progress


Paradise. Completely and utterly so. Kate had taken advantage of her new setting when she first arrived, and slept on the beach. She didn't even mind being woken up by the incoming tide on her feet and legs. Yoga had been the best it had been in a long while. Her muscles had been worked, but the tense knots were beginning to unravel. It seemed as if every breath she took in, her entire being was cleansed.

Then she learned about the lack of coffee. The world was going to end. Everything was going to go to utter shit. Not really, but in Kate's mind, it would. Coffee was one of her primary items to survive. A sign of a true addiction, but Kate would never admit to that. It was simply essential. No one could argue with that, and if they did, Kate wouldn't listen. Alcohol seemed to be on the same boat, but Kate rated coffee higher on her personal necessity scale.

Finding the community center hadn't been difficult at all as Christine had said. It had given Kate some time to wander and see just what sort of things were on the island. With her jeans cuffed, plaid shirt tied in the front and sleeves rolled up, and a brightly colored flower tucked into the messy bun of hair, Kate almost looked the island part. If she had to graduate to some silly coconut bra and grass skirt, she'd be game.

Slipping her shoes on, Kate headed inside to take a look around and see who else she would be sharing this island with.