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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!]

Comments

[ecclesiophobic]

[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.

[passingthrough]

[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?]