anarchist_queen | Room 515, Friday Morning

As near as the adoption people had been able to figure out, today was Leda's birthday. She was 17. And while in the past she'd had parties to celebrate, this year it looked like if there were going to be any celebrating, she'd have to do it herself.

Not that she minded. She hadn't remembered about her birthday until today anyway.

The phone rang, and she considered letting it go to voicemail, but finally she answered.

"Happy birthday to you," Crystaviel sang, "Happy birthday to you! Happy birthday Scent of Heather...I mean, happy birthday dear Leda, happy birthday to you."

Leda laughed. "Crystaviel! Where are you? There's no phones in Bordertown!"

"No, if you can believe it, I'm in Washington DC."

"What the hell are you doing in the world girl?"

"At the moment, resisting the urge to bathe every ten seconds. Please come rescue me. Take me out so I can help you celebrate your birthday."

"I'll see what I can do. There's this funky fog outside just now that's fucking with people's heads."

"Sounds like fun."

"I wish." She told Crystaviel of her run-in with Effy, and hesitantly, about what had happened with Karla.

"Wait, this is the girl that broke your heart right? Led you on, dumped you, then told you she loved you, and went and made out with everyone else on the island?"

"That wasn't her fault."

"Whatever, what gives her the right to judge you? C'mon, you need the company of your own kind, stat."