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Kitty Pryde ([personal profile] passingthrough) wrote in [community profile] driftfleet2016-07-02 12:26 pm

[video/Action]

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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[personal profile] ecclesiophobic 2016-07-15 06:11 am (UTC)(link)
[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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[personal profile] ecclesiophobic 2016-07-23 01:32 am (UTC)(link)
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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[personal profile] ecclesiophobic 2016-07-26 12:38 pm (UTC)(link)
[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.