[snuggle up real close everyone]

[cephalon]

Who: The fair crew and visitors of the Windrose
Action: Aboard the Windrose
When: May

[It's a mingle! Make friendly everyone~]

Comments

OTA

[passingthrough]

Around! And not so around.
[As time passes Kitty has been visiting the moon less. She doesn't enjoy wearing the mask and she's getting restless, hoping they can move on soon. She's been pretty directionless in the Fleet, and that becomes more apparent when the new distractions to explore run low.

She manages to burn off a lot of that restlessness with Winn which generally happens on the SS Tourist at night. If the shuttles are all on board at night you can almost guarantee there's one extra from Winn visiting. During the days when she's not at the Iskaulit for one reason or another you can find her reading on the bridge, exercising in the cargo bay, snacking in the kitchen—she tends to graze instead of eating meals when the meals are as they are, or just generally being around. She may hit you up for conversation or a game of chess at any moment though. Be prepared!]

Blameless Crew
[Kitty has set up a few visits from people she knows well on the Blameless. Scattered over time and without giving her actual reasons over the network. Don't worry. She's prepared to play chess or give you bacon or whatever she suggested. Of course, it's kelp bacon. Details, details.]

Wildcard
[Anything else. Plans and stuff. Random visits with or without invites. Running into other people's visitors!]

But what about dance lessons hot!mom

[pneumo]

[ Sascha still gets those, right? Now that his teething is done and his nice, new, inch-long fangs have settled in and broken through the skin. The ache is gone, he doesn't feel like chewing nearly so much--but he does keep the silicone wad Bigby had fixed up for him, gnawing on that like a piece of oversized gum.

Or, you know. A ball. But either way. He's going to start showing up for those again, pushing his face into her door. ]

Kitty~~~~~~ I'm all better~! [ he just had to come tell her in person instead of calling, okay.

At 3:30 in the morning. ]

[passingthrough]

[Kitty is in her bed all curled up next to Winn when she hears the voice from beyond her door and groans.]

Noooo... [She rubs her face against Winn.] What time is it?

(OOC: Winn will tag next!)

[winn]

[ he's in his chair, typing away with an almost psychotic fervor. to his right, a huge bottle of soda. to his left, a half finished pizza, and an assortment of snacks. wrapped around him are kitty's arms, and in his ears is kara, asking if he's got it yet. he's about to reply that he's almost there when james opens his mouth to speak and --

Kitty~~~~~~ I'm all better~!

...that doesn't sound like james.

he groans, frowning, trying to cling to the remnants of his dream; he's not ready to leave yet, everything was going so well - he almost had it! but what it is already slips out of his grasp. he turns reluctantly at kitty's question, fumbling for the clock. ]

...unreasonable o'clock. [ his voice comes out hoarse, heavy with sleep. it was such a nice dream, too. ]

[pneumo]

[ It is wake up and pay attention to him o'clock, thank you very much. And even if he doesn't receive a reply Sascha will keep babbling at the door, pressed flat against it with his face turned to one side and his arms stretched up along it. ]

All my old teeth fell out and my mouth feels waaay better~! Are you in there?? Kiiiiitty~ Meow!

[ ...yes, he does meow. Maybe this is just a dream too.

A noisy, horrible dream. ]

[passingthrough]

[There's a low, unhappy growl as Sascha's continued talking proves this isn't a dream for her. She reluctantly rolls out of bed.] Am I dressed?

[She doesn't actually wait for an answer, but she is. More or less. There's a long t-shirt that covers her her upper thighs. She walks over to the door, thrusts her hand through the door, grabs Sascha and pulls just his upper body through. Because fuck physics, that's why!]

What is wrong with you?

ain't no party like a blameless party--no

[beathach]

[it wasn't that he didn't trust Kitty. He just didn't trust offers to play chess, because no one asked him to play when if one wanted a challenge, they could contact Charles or Erik instead. It wasn't suspicious, per say, but - after what had been happening fairly recently, well - okay, he was naturally suspicious. It was healthy, at least.

When he steps onto the Windrose he sort of - stands there, awkward and out of place. His natural state, really, but even more so when faced with a place he doesn't quite feel like he should be welcome in. And yet, he has to remind himself that he was invited here - suspiciously, but nonetheless. He's almost thankful to be under the serum's effects, because it meant he was keeping control on the urge to fidget and let his anxiety get the better of him. He may not feel that way, but he could at least give off that impression.

Well, sort of. He was still Hank. When he spots Kitty he'll give a little wave]

[passingthrough]

[Totally natural to be suspicious especially when you are being lied to. Kitty is there to meet him but she was expecting someone bluer to get out of the shuttle. Still she waves back without looking too surprised.] Got the serum working?

[beathach]

[when she does he heads over to her, one hand shoved in his pocket and his shoulders hunched a little, slumped over. One thing about being like this again was that all his little tics were on display again, more obvious than when he's "Beast".

Of course, sometimes that works in his favor. Like when he wants to give people looks, like the one he's giving Kitty]

Mm, I decided to take a - break from the claws for a while.

Chess, Kitty? Really?

[passingthrough]

And to think I'm all about getting my claws back. [There's a little smile, but having claws you can strap on and off is a lot different than experimenting on yourself and ending up blue and furry in a permanent kind of way.]

Nah. That was just a ruse to get you in my clutches. [She seems pretty laid back for such a statement.] I wanted to talk to you about someone on your ship and I couldn't do that over the network.

I do have a chess board though.

[beathach]

I knew it. [he makes a show of rolling his eyes, but there's a hint of a grin he can't hold back] Try Go Fish next time, that's more my game. [it's a joke, but he's glad that it wasn't - something else. What was he even expecting? Who knew]

But if you really want to play, we can while you - talk to me about this person.

[precedented]

[ Oooh, chess. His expression lights up briefly. ]

An odd way to pass along a message.

[passingthrough]

If by odd you mean brilliant. [Smiling.]

[precedented]

I had no idea those words had become synonymous.

[ He takes a seat. ] Is this due to our recent arrivals?

[passingthrough]

Always something new to learn. [Setting up the board.]

One specifically. Do you know the man on your ship whose name is somehow The Stalker? Which, by the way, takes all the cool out of having your name start with "the."

[precedented]

Magneto once was the Master of Magnetism.

[ Leto shrugs loosely. ]

I haven't met the man myself. I haven't taken a good look at his timeline either due to his absence.

wildcard

[grandstanding]

[He'd tapped out a brief message to Kitty in the morning: They're done. I'll be over later. He could specify, but he assumes she'll know what he means. After a few hours, he packs his goods into a bag and arrives on the Windrose, ready to deliver.]

[passingthrough]

[She knows and these are exciting times indeed! Since she wasn't sure exactly when he'd arrive she isn't just hanging out in the cargo bay, but he'll find her on the bridge reading a book. Her room is too cramped to spend much of her time in there unless it's for privacy's sake.]

[grandstanding]

[The shuttle docks, and he steps out in short order. It doesn't take him long to locate Kitty, as these ships are never overly large. When he steps through the door, he knocks on the frame of it. For courtesy's sake.]

Good morning.

[passingthrough]

[She smiles before she even looks up.] Hey you. [Setting her book down on the console.] Pull up a chair? [There's one not fair from hers.]

[grandstanding]

[Taking the chair, he sits down, placing the bag he's carrying in his lap.]

What are you reading?

Things and stuff!

[ecclesiophobic]

[Ever feel like something's watching you from the shadows, Kitty? Recently, that is?

Because a certain team-mate, previously taking advantage of his extraordinary sight to read while hiding himself in a shadow, apparently finds staring at her like a creep more entertaining. (It might very well be; ninety percent of his choice in reading material since arriving pertains to his communications augment. Interesting stuff normally, but there comes a saturation point.)]

Well, look what the cat dragged in. [He thinks he's so funny.] Rastlos? [He means restless, but the German and the English he thinks the Fleet speaks are close enough that he doesn't catch the error.]

[passingthrough]

And I thought the other Kurt was the punny one. [Turning to see him. She can't even be mad for the creeping because she's too happy to see him. That may just be her default response for a year or so until the wonder of having someone—a good someone—from home wears off. Use it while you've got it, Darkholme.]

Yeah, I guess I am restless. [He is one of the reasons she works on her German in her spare time. And there is so much spare time.] There are only so many times you can work out, stalk the network, read a book and visit your boyfriend before you find yourself kind of hoping something attacks? [She figures if anyone is going to understand that it's him.]

[ecclesiophobic]

He had to get it from somewhere. [His lips curl up when she turns and looks right at his faintly glowing eyes, the only part of him not mostly shadowed. Part of him wishes he hadn't said a thing; he's struggling with a variation of the urge that sent him scurrying when his mother--when Mystique showed up. Words feel exhausting, and the idea of just watching from the background sounds so much easier.

And very, very lonely; besides, she'd be furious and rightly so, even though he had no intention of invading her privacy.] I wouldn't complain of the opportunity to spill some blood. [He chuckles, and it sounds rusty again after weeks of managing easy laughter.] Tempting to find this Stalker we put all these protocol up against.

[passingthrough]

[She steps in closer. There was a time long ago when this kind of thing would have frightened her. Plenty of things scared her in the beginning. She'd lost her parents and was on the run, hunted. Seeing dark blue men with glowing eyes wasn't the comfort it is today.]

I thought about it. I mean, seems simple enough for someone unknown to him to simply end the threat. But I don't know him at all or Tenno well. I'm not ending a life over someone's say so just because they were assigned to my ship and Wrath thinks he's cute.

[There's a pause.] And I haven't... [Killed anyone.] Not since home. Over a year.