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Oct. 8th, 2028 02:15 pm
Kitty Pryde
Inventor | Engineer | Teacher | Bartender
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Kitty Pryde
Inventor | Engineer | Teacher | Bartender
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+ Phone - If I don't answer, leave a message!
When the portal opened just before the anniversary of their first kiss, Kitty didn't need to convince Lara that they should celebrate by going off-world. She didn't even know where they would be going and neither did Lara, but it didn't matter. They'd grinned, kissed, tussled and taken some quality time before finding out where they'd be spending their "vacation."
The other-world turning out to be an amusement park both delighted and disappointed. Delighted because how perfect for Valentine's Day, but disappointed because, well, they both tended to be adrenaline junkies, didn't they? Still, there was nothing to say they wouldn't find a little adventure, and they would certainly have fun and a chance to really talk to each other. Not that they didn't, but being together tended to override talking about...everything that happened between when they met and when Lara came back.
Kitty wasn't really thinking about that when they left the Inn and emerged blinking in the bright light and joyful sounds of the park. She threaded her fingers with Lara's, looked along her shoulder at her, and said, "Okay, what's first?"
The other-world turning out to be an amusement park both delighted and disappointed. Delighted because how perfect for Valentine's Day, but disappointed because, well, they both tended to be adrenaline junkies, didn't they? Still, there was nothing to say they wouldn't find a little adventure, and they would certainly have fun and a chance to really talk to each other. Not that they didn't, but being together tended to override talking about...everything that happened between when they met and when Lara came back.
Kitty wasn't really thinking about that when they left the Inn and emerged blinking in the bright light and joyful sounds of the park. She threaded her fingers with Lara's, looked along her shoulder at her, and said, "Okay, what's first?"
To: Sunny
From: Kitty
Maya's gone. This sucks.
From: Kitty
Maya's gone. This sucks.
Baruch Atta Hashem Meshaneh HaBriyot was probably the appropriate Bracha for either a woman streaming through a wall or a tall man of very pale complexion, but Kitty didn't know it. For all the Hebrew she did know and the customs she'd learned or was painstakingly relearning from a chunk of Talmud that had somehow ended up in Illyana's library, Kitty honestly didn't know very much about prayers and Jewish theology except the things she did know.
Like wrestling with angels, which was what she was still doing after her bar shift ended and no one was awake to spar. She changed into a t-shirt and boy shorts, both hotel branded, and went for a midnight windwalk around the property. She noted which lights were on -- no one she wanted to talk to, and which weren't -- anyone she might have, and returned to her own room, no less tired, but smelling slightly more like sage and scrub brush for her efforts.
She poured herself a drink, and then another, and threw up her hands and went walkabout again. It wasn't anything particular on her mind tonight as opposed to any other night. Mostly she was bored, a little lonely, and less interested in swearing Russians after midnight that her regular 'barge in in the middle of the night' options allowed for.
Kitty told herself that Hathaway would still be awake, strumming his guitar, drinking Scotch, brooding melancholically over Proust or Goethe or something equally impenetrable and Germanic. She elected not to question whether she believed it as she slid herself through the walls into his room, and owing to what must clearly have been a miscalculation (not at all) ended up exactly where she needed to be to settle--or better drop herself with a small bounce across the end of his bed, to rest comfortably on her stomach.
"Hiya," she said to the darkness.
Like wrestling with angels, which was what she was still doing after her bar shift ended and no one was awake to spar. She changed into a t-shirt and boy shorts, both hotel branded, and went for a midnight windwalk around the property. She noted which lights were on -- no one she wanted to talk to, and which weren't -- anyone she might have, and returned to her own room, no less tired, but smelling slightly more like sage and scrub brush for her efforts.
She poured herself a drink, and then another, and threw up her hands and went walkabout again. It wasn't anything particular on her mind tonight as opposed to any other night. Mostly she was bored, a little lonely, and less interested in swearing Russians after midnight that her regular 'barge in in the middle of the night' options allowed for.
Kitty told herself that Hathaway would still be awake, strumming his guitar, drinking Scotch, brooding melancholically over Proust or Goethe or something equally impenetrable and Germanic. She elected not to question whether she believed it as she slid herself through the walls into his room, and owing to what must clearly have been a miscalculation (not at all) ended up exactly where she needed to be to settle--or better drop herself with a small bounce across the end of his bed, to rest comfortably on her stomach.
"Hiya," she said to the darkness.
Valentine's Day coming up and her relationship with Wyatt having survived nearly a year (even if they'd only been having sex for a few months of it), Yana's shackles being removed and her idea to start a little bit of a school gaining momentum all had Kitty in a pretty fantastic mood. She'd been spending time learning Igbo with Sunny, among other things, and her brain was well and truly happy with teaching Peter and Liz. Yes, she missed home and her friends there, but she had enough of the important ones here that even that didn't weigh her done.
Not today, anyway. It did, however, mean that she hadn't been spending as much time on her own research projects. So this evening, she'd gone to her own room and now lay across the bed with a book on the floor for her to check her algorithms as she went. Well, that was what she'd been doing, but now there was a knock at her door.
She lifted her head enough to direct her voice at the door. "Come on in, it's open!"
* * *
Later, after Liz and Peter had both left, Kitty telephoned Illyana's room.
Not today, anyway. It did, however, mean that she hadn't been spending as much time on her own research projects. So this evening, she'd gone to her own room and now lay across the bed with a book on the floor for her to check her algorithms as she went. Well, that was what she'd been doing, but now there was a knock at her door.
She lifted her head enough to direct her voice at the door. "Come on in, it's open!"
* * *
Later, after Liz and Peter had both left, Kitty telephoned Illyana's room.
[Log] Catching up: Kitty x Yana
Jul. 6th, 2017 04:35 pmDate: July 6, 2017
Summary: A brief catch-up
( The powers that be will not break me with their psychological warfare )
Summary: A brief catch-up
( The powers that be will not break me with their psychological warfare )
After spending time with Wyatt, Kitty felt better, stronger, more able to deal with the fact that Lara had gone. And Wyatt had been...perfect. She couldn't have asked for a boyfriend to deal with his girlfriend crying over the loss of her girlfriend with any more tact or grace or compassion. And she adored him for it.
But there were some things about losing her like that that another X-Man would understand better. Plus, no one knew her better than Petey and Yana. She...didn't really know if she wanted to talk about Lara, or just spend time with Piotr while she still could. Either way, she called him and asked him to come hang out with her in her room.
They could decide from there and just do whatever came naturally. Like they always did.
But there were some things about losing her like that that another X-Man would understand better. Plus, no one knew her better than Petey and Yana. She...didn't really know if she wanted to talk about Lara, or just spend time with Piotr while she still could. Either way, she called him and asked him to come hang out with her in her room.
They could decide from there and just do whatever came naturally. Like they always did.
[For Wyatt] Valentine's Day
Feb. 15th, 2017 12:48 pmHair twisted in a loose knot with a pencil through it, Kitty pored over a notebook filled with what must've looked like arcane sigils to someone unfamiliar with her personal shorthand. In fact, it was the first iteration of a security/surveillance drone design. Between sips of coffee, she flipped the pencil in her hand to erase one assemblage and then flipped it again to sketch in another. One she immediately saw wouldn't work.
"Fudge."
She set down her coffee cup, absently poured more from the carafe, flipped the page and then started over. The severe materials limitations made paper refinements essential, but she seriously hated doing it.
Is she hadn't already been to at least one version of hell, she'd have said she was living it.
Valentine's Day in a hotel designed for lovers, decorated by her manic partner on the Welcoming Committee so that it looked like aftermath of a glitterpunk war, everyone she'd ever loved--including her very first Valentine, her dad--as good as dead to her, and chicken with heart-shaped waffles for breakfast, without a lab to distract herself?
Yeah. She'd rather be in Limbo.
"Fudge."
She set down her coffee cup, absently poured more from the carafe, flipped the page and then started over. The severe materials limitations made paper refinements essential, but she seriously hated doing it.
Is she hadn't already been to at least one version of hell, she'd have said she was living it.
Valentine's Day in a hotel designed for lovers, decorated by her manic partner on the Welcoming Committee so that it looked like aftermath of a glitterpunk war, everyone she'd ever loved--including her very first Valentine, her dad--as good as dead to her, and chicken with heart-shaped waffles for breakfast, without a lab to distract herself?
Yeah. She'd rather be in Limbo.
