pc catchall for katy (polyapathy)

[uncurtained]

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week 3; saturday post-trial; beck's room

[polyapathy]

[Katy is not in the mood to deal with most of the people on this ship, but she does want to check on Beck, at least. WWX is fine too, should he happen to be around, so Katy knocks on the door to their room. Hopefully she's around.]

[uncurtained]

[She opens the door after a few moments, and when she sees who it is, there's concern clear on her face.]

...Are you okay?

[After that near scapegoating. Either way, she moves back to allow her room to enter.]

[polyapathy]

[And enter she does, arms clutched against her chest.]

Not exactly, no.

[It comes out quietly; it's not an easy thing to admit.]

Where the fuck did that come from?

[uncurtained]

It was bullshit. I'm so sorry, Katy...

[Not that she caused it, but sorry that it happened, at least. She leads her inside, gesturing for her to take a seat on the bed.]

Do you want some water or anything?

[polyapathy]

[She shakes her head. She should probably eat and hydrate and all that, but she just wants to be numb for the moment. It hasn't all sunk in yet.

She'll gladly take a seat on the edge of the bed, though. It's nice not to be stuck in that ballroom anymore.]

She tracked me down this week out of the blue, you know. She wanted to fuck. It was the weirdest fucking thing, but I thought, hey, maybe this'll put her bizarre feud with Haymitch to bed.

[She rolls her eyes.]

I don't know why everyone's so hellbent on in-fighting.

[uncurtained]

[As Katy takes a seat, Beck puts a hand on her shoulder, light and comforting.]

Infighting is one thing, but... She totally threw you under the bus, and it's not like there was a good reason to think it was you.