<div class="floatleft">(http://imgur.com/GKOO4Re.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Kara Pennant (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=257949.msg12739540#msg12739540)<br/><strong>Alias:</strong>Pink Ranger<br/><strong>Time/Date:</strong>October 1st, evening<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Kara's Apartment!<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Errbody |<strong>Mentions</strong>: N/A<hr/><br/>Kara, if she was going to be utterly and completely honest, was losing her mind at what to do with Bence. She had a plan and she was banking on everyone's cooperation to make it all easy-peasy, lemon squeasy, as they said back in the early 2000's. Here she was, though, with a bundle of pillows and blankets all around her and five other people with very different priorities. Vivienne, bless her soul, dealt with one of those people straight away.<br/><br/>Too bad it meant Kara giving up her own damn bed for the guy!<br/><br/>The blonde wasn't sure if she should be thankful or not for the quick fire solution but it was hard to argue that it would be best to put their Moody Ranger to bed. He could sleep off his angst, absolutely. Kara strode into the living room while kicking any blankets and pillows that she had dropped onto the floor in front of her. She was confident that her floors were squeaky clean and that no one could really give her hell for doing such a thing. She paused when she was beside Bence, giving him a nod toward her bedroom before speaking.<br/><br/>"<strong>Yeah. You can take my bed. I'll send one of the boys to tuck you in, okay?</strong>" Zinged him.<br/><br/>Kara strode into the middle of the living room just as Vivienne was passing out shots. She threw down what bedding was in her hands by the coffee table, then looked at the couch to see if she could somehow fit four other people on it. After a moment, she practically slapped herself on the forehead when she remembered that it actually is something of a pull-out. She got it second-hand and barely had to use the function, so it rarely crossed her mind. She quickly tiptoed toward the arm of the couch, going out of her way to bump hips with Vivienne who was looking eager to help, then punched a few buttons once she had access to the panel underneath the cushy part.<br/><br/>"<strong>Okay!</strong>" Kara spoke a little louder as the couch<em>whirred</em>and<em>biffed</em>into a more accommodating shape. "<strong>That's two more down...</strong>" Her lips pursed in thought, a finger tapping the side of her head as well as she thought of solutions. "<strong>I guess we can put some blankets and pillows in the tub. Someone can sleep in the tub... OH, shit!</strong>" Kara again was tiptoeing to her room when she remembered that she had a fold-out cot in the back of her closet. Either Coach or just her own consciousness must have felt some sort of urgency in the situation. When Kara crossed into the kitchen, she blinked and then suddenly found herself on her ass in front of her bedroom door. She just got locked out of her own bedroom.<br/><br/>"<strong>Ah! Dammit. I'm not going to get used to this,</strong>" she said aloud to Coach, though she knew very well that she could speak to him in 'private'.<br/><br/>Oh, darling, you will. I can't wai--<br/><br/>"<strong>Not the time. I got to get everyone beds.</strong>"<br/><br/>Ah, yes. Maternal instincts, was it? I've heard about this.<br/><br/>Kara, not really know what else to do, just imagined herself slapping her own face to get back at Coach for his dumb thoughts and commentary on certain things. She didn't do it, but she wanted to. Instead, she just stood herself up and turned to the rest of the rangers still up and about. "<strong>Okay. I'm not going to force the issue. It's been a long day. For all of us.</strong>" Kara made her way back into the kitchen to pick up one of the shots Vivienne left behind. She held it aloft, waiting for someone else to make a toast. Her mind was racing too much from being a good hostess to think of anything remotely encouraging to shout out.