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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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[tallasaking]

[He hugs her back just as tightly, feeling her understanding like he would feel a cool breeze on a stifling day, except it was his mind that was stifling with all these emotions and memories, and so many of them not his own.

He chuffed against her shoulder, exhaling slowly.] I think we can all agree that most of our fathers should be right where they belong. [In the grave - or in what Kitty would call Hell. He feels wetness on his shoulder and squeezes her tighter.]

I hope so too ... [The faces in her nightmares remind him of the White Walkers, and Piotr's face as it is twisted with rage makes his own protective urges flash upwards. Tyki gets a narrow-eyed glower.]

We're in this together, you know. This prison, this life.

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[She takes a deep breath and nods against his shoulder.] I'm sorry. When I suggested this I thought it would be a little gentler with us. It's like I don't even know who we are. [Because of course it's like this—sharp and intense and deep. But there's also so much affection and protectiveness coming from each of them without deceit. That's something special and precious.]

[tallasaking]

[Now he lets out a wry laugh.] Kitty, for shame. Forgetting how broken we both are. [He gave her another long squeeze, feeling her love for him was like a balm to everything else.]

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[She lifts a hand up, brushing her fingers through his hair as she hugs him.] My mistake.

If I didn't know better I'd say you like me. [She concentrates on those strong, positive feelings and lets the other bits fall away for now.]

[tallasaking]

[He sighs, resting his chin on her shoulder, drawing circles between her shoulder blades.]

Nonsense. I think you're an absolute brat. [And she is, but he loves her for it.]

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You're not wrong. [She brushes back his hair and softly kisses his temple before pulling back to stand again.] Want to try some walking with our walk?

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[He crooks a warm smile at her, before stepping back to squeeze her hand.] Yes, please.

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It's not so bad now. [Pleasant actually. Warm. Affectionate.] It's funny how we ended up at the same Inn. You'll have to come over to our room for chess or something. Special three-way chess that we'll need to invent. [She can already picture Winn making her a special board without being asked. He's so sweet.]