none of us are promised to see tomorrow

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Who: Kalinda Sharma and others.
What: The (horribly belated) aftermath of the siege on the city.
Where: Various locales.
When: Various.
Notes: I'm kind of using this as my catch-all post for Kalinda. The timing encompasses the immediate aftermath of MONSTER RAIN up to times more recent. There will be individual threads for each character! Want to do something here? You need only ask.
Warnings: Standard warnings for the presence of Don Draper and Alan Shore.

It wasn't any easy half-month for anyone in the city. Kalinda isn't selfish enough to believe she was the only one effected (and affected) by the sky tearing open and horrors pouring out. That doesn't stop her from feeling alone in the aftermath, however, no matter how unjustified she knows that is. That she feels a little numb as well has nothing to do with the mild painkillers she's taking for the healing wound on her left arm.

If she were back home - never mind that there are no monsters on the Earth she comes from, so the whole scenario is completely null and void - she wouldn't have anyone to turn to, either. In that much, at least, her situation is consistent. Once, she might have been able to admit to Alicia that she actually thought she was going to die. That time had long past even before she was snatched up to join the population of the city, however. She wouldn't have been able to confide in Cary, either. He might have thought that was his opportunity, or even his cue, to take her into his arms and murmur something reassuring in her ear as if he could retroactively protect her from what had happened.

Heaven forbid.

Maybe things aren't so different here than they were there. The only thing to do is put on an impassive face, and move on with life. So far that's served her well. Pretend it didn't happen. It's amazing how often things never happened.

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» Angela

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It's been some time since the sky (and presumably reality) tore open. Everything's still being rebuilt - structures, lives - but as time marches on, so too do the people. There's always work to be done, and it keeps Kalinda sane. So do her connections with people, even if she won't quite call them friendships. Putting that label on it just destines for failure. Still, Angela is someone Kalinda enjoys spending time with. She doesn't take life too seriously; it's refreshing.

That said, as she sits at a small table in a small café mercifully spared the damage that some the building's neighbours received, she isn't there just for a social call. She's early, because sometimes she likes to be, with her CiD out in front of her, cup of coffee in one hand, left arm still cradled in a typical blue sling. Angela isn't just pleasant company, she's also smart, and can probably (hopefully) help her out with a little programming she'd like done.

But that can come later. First, they're going to share conversation, and if Kalinda has her say, pie.

[thenormalsquint]

Angela's been doing her own type of rebuilding, less physically and more emotionally, in the aftermath of what she calls in her own words, "Hell raining down on us all and we have no umbrella". She's moved into her own place with Brennan, slowly yet surely piecing together a life here in Baedal the best way she can. This involved painting the walls repeatedly and drawing murals on the bedroom walls until they fit her approval. It helps, little by little, even if it seems mundane.

The call from Kalinda, as any call from her, is always welcome and Angela quickly dresses and heads down to their meeting spot in hopes of good coffee, conversation, and yes, pie.

"Hey you," she greets Kalinda as she slips into the seat across from her, grinning all the while. "I hope you're checking in--what happened to you arm?" Oh like Angela wasn't going to notice that sling there.