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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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If I were reaching there'd be an avalanche of words to cover it up.

[ he thinks she's got it down perfectly, no idea what you're talking about. so much love right back at her. ]

I'll turn you into a coward yet.

[ his tone is joking, but also apologetic. he really hopes he hasn't ruined it for her. ]

You wish. [She knows he doesn't wish that.]

And you don't make things worse, okay? Those memories with my parents haven't gone anywhere. I'm sorry you come up against this fear so often here. [She doesn't like being the reason he's putting himself through it. Though she thinks jealousy had more to do with it than just wanting to share it with her this time.]

You'd think I'd be over it by now.

[ if only it worked that way.

jealousy is part of it, but it's hardly the whole story. he doesn't get to feel very useful, or very manly here. which, ok, it's not like he was mr. masculinity back home either, but there he could counter with some video games, or movies, or badass hacks.

he loves his friends. he loves kitty, kara, kate, margaery - all of them. but spending most of his time with women and working on things like ball gowns, dresses and embroidery can drag him down sometimes - much as he truly does enjoy it. kara suggesting the spa really hit a nerve, all that's missing is they start giving him makeovers. he loves them - but sometimes he just wants to feel like a guy. and that includes conquering his fears and being cool and - he's failing miserably and his pride is shot, but he still has to try. he can't stop comparing himself to other guys, and that just exacerbates the problem, because he's always coming up short. he's jealous of reid for what he means to kitty, but he's also jealous of the fact that he just sounds like he's better - smarter, cooler - everything he can do reid can and did better. where does it leave him?

and there was also a fear egging him on; today it would've been a ride on the ferris wheel, but what else would he be holding kitty back from? he doesn't want to cost her anything, doesn't want to be a liability, doesn't want her to resent him because he's not as brave, he's not as strong, he's not a hero. ]

[She just stops and kisses him, mid-street.] Winn, you aren't some lesser Reid. You are your own person. I'm not comparing you. You shouldn't either. [No one has ever shown her the kind of love and devotion that Winn does. He's special and she has never thought of him as "one of the girls." Who would have an idea that he has to work at masculinity other than a dumb boy? No one, that's who. So, clearly he's already there. And maybe she hangs out with Wrath too much.]

[ that nothing she feels from him for a second there? that's his mind going blank at that kiss. it takes him a moment to recover enough to even process what she's saying. ]

Ah - the sweatshirts are working.

[ he smiles, because replying to that seriously skirts the line of too serious and he did tell her that he's pretty bad at the serious things in their supply closet makeout session. can't say he didn't warn her. ]

[She looks (and feels) confused for a moment before pressing in again.] Idiot. [She says softly before she kisses him again.]

[ he chuckles softly into the kiss, for the first time in what must've felt like forever after all the feelings he's been dumping on her today - radiating simple happiness. ]

[She nuzzles as she breaks the kiss and smiles at him.] Win me a prize, manly boyfriend?

Take your pick, little lady.

[ literally cannot say that with a straight face, he's laughing before he makes it to the end of the line. it's sweet that she tries. ]

I'll let you choose the game, cowboy. [What's happening here?] I'll pick out what plush thing I'm taking home with us. ["Home."]

[ he's not sure, but he kinda likes it. cowboy.

he looks around at the stalls, and assesses the games. he may not have been to a carnival in years, but his dad's voice still comes clear in his ears, helping him spot all the ways they could be rigged, and proving and disproving those concerns.

it's been too long for him to successfully throw a dart. but the gun, however, he's gotten some practice with in video games. plus, it fits the whole cowboy theme they have going, so he makes his way there, and drops the appropriate amount of acorns in the proprietor's hand. ]

Thank you - [ he picks it up, trying to remember the tips he had gotten about adjusting to its weight, to its design (it's been a long time since he held one that wasn't a wii gun), takes a deep breath, and fires a shot he considers practice, one to teach him what adjustments he needs to make.

he's off to the left. he adjusts.

second shot is a bulls eye.

he turns to kitty with a grin. ]

Take your pick.

[ yeah, he's definitely feeling better now. ]

[He does actually do a lot better at that than she would have guessed. Oops. Sorry, Winn! But she's glad for it. It seemed like Winn needed a win.]

Mmm, that one. [She points to a simple, green dinosaur that reminds her a bit of dragons. The booth runner pulls it down and hands it to her. She thanks him and then gives Winn a kiss on the cheek.] My hero.

[ years and years of gaming practice. people told him it'll amount to nothing, that he should be spending his time doing something of value, something productive.

well take that, people. he can stay awake and function longer than any human should, and he just won his girlfriend an adorable plush. if that's not valuable and productive - he doesn't know what is!

he's smiling like an idiot at that kiss. ]

Told you I'm good at the games.

[Gamer training. You're too cute.] I should have believed. Noooow, what am I going to name this little guy?

Yes you should've.

[ hey, it's still training! trying not to think about how the fact that he got shooting tips from his crazy homicidal dad is actually kinda creepy now because it was never nor will it ever be with a real gun, and he is so done thinking about his dad today. ]

Hmm...how about Chicago?

[And that is one of the more touching names he could have offered without going too far into a place of tears. Instead, she just feels...really lucky to be with him.]

Chicago's a good name.

[ you know what makes him feel incredibly lucky? how often he manages to stumble on the right thing to say to kitty. knowing that he's someone who makes her happy not just with his skills but with his heart makes him feel so much better about who he is as a person. ]

Chicago it is.

[ he kisses her forehead and gives the plush a quick pet. ]

So what's next?

[She doesn't love him for his good looks or even his brains. Though they ae both EXCELLENT perks. She loves him for his heart.]

Mmm, snack?

[ it's incredibly refreshing, you know, most girls only ever want him for his body. ]

That should never be a question. [ because the answer is always yes! ] Let's see what they got!

[She laughs warmly and kisses his cheek before gently putting Chicago in her bag with the photo of her parents.] I'm hoping for something on a stick. Seems only right.

It can't call itself a carnival if food isn't served on a stick. That's breaking like, inter-galactic carnival law, or something.

Surprise meat on a stick it is! Or sugar. Hopefully not sugared meat.

[ tilting his head ]

If that's what they got, I'll scrape the sugar you take the meat?

Wow, let's not get to the worst-case scenario yet. Oh! Hey, that looks kind of like a funnel cake over there. [Nodding toward a nearby stand.]

Oh, don't tease me, stand --

[ okay, so he's not as starved as he was when they first landed here, but this whole junk food withdrawal thing is really hard on him. life in the fleet requires comfort food, ok, tons and tons of comfort food. as does the amount of work he's been doing. he should've had double tons and tons of comfort food. he may regret this deeply on his next lesson with jim but right now, he's just so happy to see some fried food. ]

Come on, let's try it - [ there's so much smiling happening here -- right up the moment where he runs up to the stand, asks for two, digs in his pocket and...finds out he's short.

dammit. between the inn, and the other dates, souvenirs, presents, and materials he's picked up for future projects/helping other people out with their projects/presents...he's spending acorns faster than he's making them. ]

...well, this isn't at all embarrassing -

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