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Who: Kitty Pryde and everyone who tags!
Broadcast: Yep!
Action: Planet fun! Or Windrose maybe. I'm flexible.
When: Now or nowish. Definitely now-adjacent.

[Broadcast]
I have an important request. I need someone who can make cheese. Do cheese makers have an old timey name like cobblers and haberdashers or are those only for clothes? Anyway, calling all of those.

Cheese doesn't seem to be a thing here from what I can tell, but we're just one ingredient away from some really great pizza. I have no idea what cheese requires other than cows or goats or something. I grew up so close to Wisconsin, but I feel like I learned so little.

I would also accept alternative cheese. I know there were vegan kinds made out of hopes and dreams or something I assume. I can pay you or share the finished pizza or do something in trade if I had skills. I could beat someone up for you maybe. [She's not going to do that. Probably.] We'll work it out.

[Action]
[She's on the planet doing all of these things and more but this post won't get to CAPTCHA! You might find her on the Windrose veeeery rarely!]

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Wishing Tree Continuation

[ecclesiophobic]

[from here]

[Of everything he's seen--other worlds, literal unicorns, ancient primal forces of the universe--having Kitty back and alive and breathing is what amazes him. (You'd be amazed how easy it is to get comfortable with said primal force when it lives inside one of your best friends.)

Kurt shakes his head slowly, something between his shoulder-blades tingling.] No, I-- [And then a stronger flash of deja vu and the vague memory of the night air in the Black Forest, feeling it ruffle fur that was a little longer and more fluffy than velvet. There's something electric in his memory, the energy of undefined anticipation.] Maybe.

[Kurt shakes his head, a tiny smile curving his lips.] Let's find this damn tree of yours and indulge its depravity.

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[The strange part is that she feels it too even though her fur has definitely never been ruffled before on account of not having any. Strange, but not unfamiliar. She and Winn have experienced a lot of sharing since arriving on the planet. It's not always an easy thing, but it would be a lot harder than going without touching.]

You make it sound like we're going to be making out for the tree and I'm going on record with, "you wish." [She gives him a warm, teasing smile that she meant more as a smirk, but she's in too good of a mood. She likes this planet. She likes being out and active away from the ships. She likes over-sharing with Winn. She likes that Kurt is still here for months now without slipping away from her.]

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[Kurt snorts, minute facial changes suggesting that he's rolling his eyes as well.] Nein, the entire planet wishes they could bear witness to something that attractive. Think Winn would refrain from killing me if we sold tickets and split the proceeds with him? It'd make us all rich men and women.

[He can't even get through the second sentence without chuckling. The sense of something familiar is increasing, but it isn't a bad feeling so much as unexpected, and easily ignored in favor of laughing with her. It's difficult not to be in a good mood on this planet, at least when he's around people he trusts and is fond of. It's impossible to keep that reflected fondness (and in a few cases, love) from sinking in and soothing the edge of the hollowness under his skin.]

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[He earns some good-natured laughter for that one.] Oh, he'd have to forgive us then. You can't stand in the way of progress.

[She's glad of that because as she continues to touch him she's starting to feel those edges and she wants nothing more than to fill them up with something better than he's feeling now. He means so much to her and it's easy to let herself believe he's where she was when she arrived at the prison, but it's not true. He's been through so much more than she did back home. She died. She left the fight. He kept going. He outlived almost all of them which is the worst kind of living as far as she's concerned.]

[ecclesiophobic]

Progress? I was thinking profits--Oh, that's right, I forgot. And how is your harem doing these days, added any more men? [Never going to stop with that, sorry not sorry.

They want the same things; the main reason Kurt isn't jumping paranoid about everyone being able to see inside parts of his head is because he keeps seeking out people who are fond of him and grasping at the offered affection like a lifeline. The urge to wrap himself around Kitty, press his lips to her forehead like she were still thirteen and just bask in the shared love and trust is strong, but they have a job to do]. Come on Katzchen, we'd better keep walking. Tree's not going to find us.

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[She wouldn't stop him from completing that urge. There are times she just wants to curl up beside him and watch a video or just talk. Just be near him. No mission. Just them sharing a bond only they can have now.]

Harem? What are you talking about? [She cocks an eyebrow his way, but steps up her pace. That tree won't get away from them! Mostly because it won't be trying to. It's a tree.]

[ecclesiophobic]

[Just the two of them, no nightmares or trauma to be soothed? It sounds wonderful, but Kurt for all his teasing is very cautious of ruining Kitty's relationship with Winn. That Kitty should be happy in her second chance at life is more important to Kurt than his own happiness, and Winn seems like a good man.]

Oh has no one new come out of the woodwork to declare their love? You're slipping, Pryde. [Again: if the tree walks he's leaving. As they pick up the pace, the feeling of deja vu strengthens, bringing with it fleeting memories of the Black Forest at night, in day when the trees grew so thick it was eternally twilight.]

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[With the connection it's much easier to understand where the person you're with is coming from. Their thought process. Their feelings. It's like this light buzz of information and clarity without the solid directness of fully formed sentences. His thoughts on her and Winn bring the man to mind for her too.

But she'll need a full on eyeroll for Kurt's actual words.] Please.

Ask Winn though. He might ave a list for you. He can be jealous over basically any guy. [Which does bother her. It's never been hard to see, but now she can feel it too and she knows it's about his own insecurities and not a lack of trust in her for being faithless, but it's hard not to feel that way sometimes.]

That looks promising. [She sees a tree starting to reveal itself in the distance as they move through the terrain. It's hard to make out all the details, but through her link with Kurt it feels like something special.]

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That's exactly why I'm so concerned with not giving him a reason to be jealous of me. [He can understand why, for two very different reasons. Getting a woman he wants has never been a problem; Kurt sees himself as beautiful like his mother (although the thought stings just a little, now that he knows he resembles some bastard that abandoned her) and few reactions in his life have countered that conclusion. Keeping a woman once she's gotten what she wants, that's where his insecurities flare despite never really having a problem there either. The other reason is that, well, he's a Darkholme. That's a name with certain reputations, including being beautiful and untrustworthy.

So much thought for what amounts to a brief lull in conversation, and musings he's easily drawn out of when Kitty points out a tree; verbally, but his eyes go right to it as though she'd gestured.] It does. Are you basing that on your observations or mine? [He considers teleporting them both to it, but despite the increasing sense of familiarity with their surroundings Kurt knows well and good he doesn't know the area well enough. Walking faster it is.]

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[Kitty has never had a problem trusting Kurt despite his reputation.

...Okay, Kitty used to have a problem trusting Kurt which had more to do with his appearance than anything else. It's not something she's proud of and it's little comfort that nearly everyone intimidated her back then. Not even Piotr was entirely immune, but close since he most directly rescued her.

But after that phase she came to enjoy and depend on him. She has no doubt anyone would be lucky to be with him for a night or for a lifetime.]

He can't. That isn't allowed. [Not that she can set a rule for that or expect it to be obeyed when they are talking about feelings, but she hopes it never goes that direction. She would like them to all get along. It's a nice thought being able to spend time with both of them together—her important guys.]

Um, I'm not sure? You I think. Kind of weird, right? [But interesting-weird.]

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[Forgiven completely, years ago. There's the memory of being slightly hurt, but even in that flash is also the knowledge that it isn't personal. In his mind back then she was a wisp of a thing with hair like a dandelion and dark, haunted mirrors for eyes. A part of him had wondered, right until he'd come here and been told emphatically that Victor wasn't his father, if she'd recognized her personal nightmare somehow in his face.

(He'd give damn near anything to hear Victor call him pup one more time. He'd even settle for elf.)]

Oh, you're giving him rules now? What's next Kitty, a leash? [The joking is genuine, but also a cover for the swell of gratitude and sorrow in response to her thoughts on how lucky a woman would be to have him. He's failed everyone he's ever loved; with the exception of Emma and Jean, he's buried everyone. Even here, he couldn't protect Wrath from Winter. To him the luckiest woman is the one with the sense to run far away. All that seeping out from under a cover of joy at being on this planet, doing something utterly ridiculous.

He tilts his head, the sense of deja vu feeling almost like a pull, vaguely reminding him of passages in which a compulsion was described as calling to her blood. This is much less severe than he imagined, but similar.] It reminds me a little of Jean, when we were younger or she was tired.

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[She appreciates his understanding especially considering he must have endured a lot of looks and comments and gasps of fear over the years. Things she only has to worry about when actively displaying her powers and even then it's a different level.

And as hard as getting to a place where she can be okay with Victor and consider him a teammate has been she wouldn't begrudge Kurt's association with him. She knows how meaningful that can be. She knows how much she misses Logan even after feeling abandoned by him and even after the heartbreaking things Kurt told her about the future she'll never have.]

What, and cover up his pretty neck? [She'll do her best not to think too clearly on how much she likes doing things to his neck. Ahem.]

It's kind of nice. The connection. Even if it's not exactly like Jean's best work. [Even when it's been hard she's like feeling so close to people. Winn mostly and Kurt now. For as honest as she can be she's not always so open and they certainly aren't. And sometimes it feels like there is so much room to fill inside.]

I had a talk with Wrath not too long ago. [Seeing glimpses in minds makes random segues a little less random, right?]