Caine struggles to hold things down at the CRT while those around him (Violet and Scarlett) flip out over the break-in at their parental home.
I'm not normally the one preaching discipline, but somebody round here needs to work. I mention this because the big sister has been giving it to me in the neck for not being there when I'm needed. Where 'there' is - or when 'when' is - I don't know. But apparently, the vital moment clashed with me going into work at the CRT, just when the link has re-opened and we're totally short-staffed and Sente has left the whole Academy rudderless and it looks like the Cube could be found by anyone at any moment, which could plunge the city into even deeper political turmoil.
Selfish of me really.
Anyway, in what spare time I have, I've been doing my best to offer some TLC and stuff. My version of TLC usually involves tequila and lime, but everyone's been feeling a bit fragile lately. Scarlett's been freaking out today because the cops or some journo has turned over her house... nothing taken, by the looks of it, but freakworthy none the less. Fortunately, she was at my place at the time - I was sleeping on the couch, before you ask - so any real trauma was avoided. Her sister was more wracked off about the break-in than anyone, but since their dad got taken downtown, she's been hyper-twitchy about everything. Joy.
Right now, Garnet's scowl is a blessed relief from all the hassle at home. I can see myself becoming a model workaholic for the next few days.