first one to make that doctor who joke loses

[birdsbirdsbirds]

Who: Everyone! All of you!
Broadcast: Maybe!
Action: Definitely!
When: Anytime during the toxic moon event!

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[boy oh boy, isn't everyone just so excited to explore this... charming... place...?

this is a game-wide mingle and the timeframe isn't super-important, so throw in with whatever you want! play war games, go shopping for gas masks, get lost in the wilderness, hide up in the Iskaulit and refuse to set foot on the moon, anything goes.

here's the main event info post for reference! have fun!]

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[ecclesiophobic]

[There's no question in his mind that he'd follow her, whether it be to the prison or another world entirely. With their world gone and their X-Men with it, Kitty is all that's left for him of home. She's a reminder of, not exactly better times, but happier in retrospect; a time when they all had enough hope to raise a child in defiance of their own plans to end everything.

(He'd say it was a time when he still believed in Erik's ability to persevere against the odds, but the truth is that right until he laid eyes on the man's grave Kurt still had more faith in him than in the rotation of the earth.)]

You should have thrown me over your shoulder and carried me off like a brute. Unless your year of peace atrophied your arms? [Despite what he's just implied, Kurt moves in easily for the hug. He's fairly certain she won't stab him for such a little jest, and being able to reach out and touch is still new enough to be mindboggling. Kurt keeps expecting to wake up back home, struggling to breathe the poisoned air for the weight of their dead on his chest. But here is one of their first lost, breathing in his arms with the echo of her voice still in his ears. He could cry still, but instead he chooses to chuckle, his tail coming up to loosely wrap around the arm bearing the claws.] I might rethink it if you run me through.

[passingthrough]

[This would all be more comfortable without the breathing masks except for the part where breathing would suddenly be a lot less comfortable. But it still feels really good. And if he gets on his ship he'll be a lot closer for her to go find and remind herself that he's not a dream. He's here and solid and real.] I just learned some manners and figured asking was the right way to go before I demanded it and threatened to phase your tail into a wall.

[She smiles under that mask.] The claws are still a work-in-progress, but I'd phase as quickly as I could if I did stab you. [Teasing about the dark things without worrying he's going to take it harshly is one of the nice things about having someone from home.]

[ecclesiophobic]

Manners? Clearly I owe someone a drink for managing to pound the rules of etiquette through that skull of yours. Are you quite certain it isn't laced with adimantium?

[Rude, Kurt. So is the snort when she promises to phase quickly of the claws pop out.] Darling, if you stab me then you'll be the one caring for me while I re-cooperate. Alone. [It sounds like a threat because it is; Kurt's always been a horrible patient who alternated between trying to push himself too soon and whining about being laid up.]

[passingthrough]

Wow, some people find my stubborn ways charming, you know.

[She smiles, remembering times before when he was hurt. Kitty, you monster, don't smile at those memories.] In that case consider yourself safe. No one needs that kind of hell. [Of course he's safe in her arms though. As if anyone is doubting that, right?]

[She pulls back and there's a smile not that he can see it through the mask.] Want to explore the forest some? [And so take a walk together.]