After the whole getting a mask thing and just plain wondering around the city for a while, Karis needed something to do. So she did what she always did when she was bored or out of things to do: she went drinking. Finding a decent tavern (or bar or whatever they called them) hadn't been that hard and she'd settled in to blow her credits on the local alcohol. Which, it turned out, was pretty decent stuff - or at least she imagined it was. She felt the burn of it, but didn't really taste the drinks. It was strange, but something she'd gotten used to after years of undeath. 

She took a long, slow glance around the bar. She had to wonder why they only let married couples into the city - some sort of stupid religious nonsense, she guessed. Being married to a dragon... well, she could honestly say it wasn't the weirdest thing to have happened to her, but it ranked up there. Pretty damn high, in fact. She took another long pull from her mug and settled back in her booth.

Time to play the waiting game. She nodded at one of the servers, who surprisingly enough, didn't balk at her, "Hey, keep the booze coming."

Warriors? Easy. Spellcasters? Not his style, but not a problem. Scientist and tech-types? He can work with that.

Weird emotion-eating power-generating kids? Uh, that one's a bit out of his league.

So they'd wing it.

As was his wont for training, the Overlord commandeered a sensorium and set up a pretty generic fighting field, rolling green hills with Prinnies wandering around getting into trouble and saberkitties playing with overly large balls of string.

There, the book waited.

It had been a few days since Kanaya had found herself possessed, and the incident still haunted her. Her sleeping arrangements had left her frayed at the seams anyway (which, as she was desperately trying to make herself believe, was why the whole unpleasantness had happened at all), and that unwanted presence in her mind had shaken her, let alone what had happened afterward. The violence wasn't so much the issue as the thing's absolute clarity -- its desire for hurt, and the thirst for revenge it had given her.

There were far too many things to do, but one of them stood out above all else: retrieve her lipstick. She'd thrown it away when she first felt the invasive presence (for all the good it had done her!), and in the resulting chaos, she'd lost track of it entirely. It was perhaps the least important of her needful errands, but it would be a comfort to her to have it back... so there she was, back where this latest nightmare had begun.

Kanaya slowly began to retrace her tracks, trying to remember just where and in which direction she'd thrown it. She stopped abruptly when it clicked for her, the jagged alien skyline suddenly terribly familiar. Here. Here is where the power had found her; now she just had to figure out where she'd thrown the lipstick.

A glance revealed the hopelessness of the endeavor; to her left were ruins grown thick with underbrush, and to her right, the path sloped gradually down towards a riverbank. (Could it have gone in the river? Please, please, let it not have ended up in the river.) There was nothing to do but try, though. Kanaya knelt down, starting to scan the underbrush for any hints of white.

It had to be here somewhere, after all. It had to be.