Stirring the Sauce, Pounding out the Dough!

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Who: Kitty Pryde, Pinkie Pie, and YOU!
Broadcast: Fleetwide invites!
Action: Planetside
When: In between Winn waking up and the Marsiva taking off




[Video]

Early this morning, a video might interrupt whatever you're doing. On one side of the screen, there's a beautiful lady with light brown hair. On the other, the pinkest pony ever to have walked the multi-verse.

Hey hey HEY, everybody! It's the start of a new month, and we've had a GREAT time on this planet so far, especially with all this yummy real food! Sooo Kitty and I have been planning a pizza party!

Um, right. So, you should come. I guess. [She doesn't know how to do group invites with ponies. What is life?]

We'll be in this HUGE clearing at THESE coordinates, so bring some smiles, your stomach, and maybe a side dish or snacks if you want too! We'll see you there! And Wrath: we've got chimmy cherry chongas~!

We had to use a few substitutes, but it's still pizza, so you know today's priority. Also a good time to check it out if you've never heard of it.

[And with that, the feed ends and coordinates to the clearing show up on the communicators.]


[Action]

[Local vendors have been generous enough to loan the use of their ovens and some long wooden tables for the clearing. Sure enough, there's dozens of pies, plain or topped with meat or vegetables or both. There's also jugs and jugs of fruit juices and lemonade and punch, and an equally bountiful dessert table including apple tarts, cakes, donuts, and yes, chimmy cherry chongas. And the best part is there's not a single gel-based ingredient in sight. Feel free to add something to the bounty or just come in, grab a slice, and enjoy!]

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[winn]

[ recently awakened, winn's got a ton he's dying to do on this planet - but he knows it's pointless. he can't send anyone in to get the data he needs in fear that they'd end up in the same coma he just woke up from, and he can't go himself because just coming down to the planet and walking to this clearing has been an exhausting effort. so for now, he concedes defeat, and decides to enjoy the party that his girlfriend and friend worked so hard to prepare very much for him.

there's pizza, at long last there's pizza. it's not hard to enjoy at all.

he'll be sitting at the table through most of the event, trying a piece of every kind of pie he can fit in his stomach. ]

[passingthrough]

[She's been around mingling since she somehow co-threw a party, but she is happy to head back to the table for boyfriend snuggles.] Hey you. [Kissing his cheek as she sits next to him.]

[winn]

[ and he's only too happy to offer said snuggles, instantly wrapping an arm around her and leaning in. ]

Hey yourself.

[passingthrough]

What do you think of the pizza? [Leaning her head on his shoulder.]

[winn]

Mm - it's amazing. [ he kisses her ] So good I may not be able to walk back to the shuttle.

[passingthrough]

[Mmm! Yay, kissing!]

I'll give you a piggy back ride. All good.

[winn]

[ all good's not exactly the phrase he'd use - it's pretty embarrassing. but he focuses on figuring out if she's kidding or if her powers would actually enable her to do that - if she can air walk, why not air carry? she may not be a kryptonian, but her one power is pretty hand useful. ]

Gotta love dating a superhero.

[passingthrough]

[She definitely can't. It was a joke. But since he didn't act put out by the suggestion she also won't get weird about the "superhero" title.] You better. I spent all morning asking Pinkie if the pizzas were ready. Hard work! [She helped.]

[winn]

All morning? Your poor mouth must be exhausted.

[ lightly running his thumb across her lips with a smile before leaning in for a gentle kiss.

he's wildly overcompensating, but it's his best way to keep his mind focused and clear of anything that shouldn't be there at a pizza party thrown mainly for him by his girlfriend and his pink pony friend. ]

[passingthrough]

It is! And then I had to eat pizza and kiss my boyfriend and everything with it. [Nuzzling.

If it makes him feel any better she's overcompensating some too. She doesn't want him to realize just how upset she'd been while he was out. She doesn't want him feeling guilty over things he couldn't control.]

[winn]

[ they win as a couple. ]

Well if you need to rest it, I'm ready to step in - just answer everything with 'I love my boyfriend', right?

[passingthrough]

[Almost like winning is in the name.]

Oh, definitely doesn't sound like a trick. [Kissing again despite almost certain lip fatigue.] But I do love my boyfriend.

[winn]

[ those lips of hers deserve a medal. ]

Oh that's good news - see he's been afraid to tell you, in case it's unreciprocated, but he loves you too.

[ecclesiophobic]

[Oh look it's Winn's favorite person. Completely not trying to scare years off his life by walking up behind him as silently as he can and leaning forward to mutter in his ear:]

Welcome back to the land of the living.

[winn]

[ well, he doesn't scare years off his life, but he definitely makes him jump in his seat, head shooting sideways to stare right at him. experience helps him bounce back quickly, though, and he's instantly smiling at him. ]

Thanks - have you tried the pizza yet, it's freaking awesome - [ picking up a slice, he offers it to kurt ]

[ecclesiophobic]

[Aw, the man's learning. Kurt is equal parts proud and determined to find new and exciting ways to give him grey hair. Mission accomplished, Kurt takes a step back lest the close quarters get awkward.]

I've tried a few, but I always have room for more food. [Kurt accepts the slice with his tail and an answering smile. It leaves a hand free to motion toward the labeled jugs he'd set on the drink table.] I brought cider, if you'd like some.

[winn]

[ winn's lacking in many things, but learning speed ain't one of them. that being said, it's still not that hard to give him grey hair. and giving him grey hair -- well that's not a bad way to freak him out. kitty already occasionally makes him feel bad about his age. ]

Yeah, sounds good, thanks.

[ecclesiophobic]

[Kurt takes that as permission to teleport away, leaving an implosion and a cloud of smoke and brimstone. He reappears by the drink table, fills them both up a glass, and returns in the same manner.

A body could not be blamed for thinking he's being obnoxious, but the expression on his face as he offers Winn one of the glasses is devoid of any mischief. After so many years bamfing, he occasionally forgets.] Bit of advice? Convince your girlfriend to have a few?

[winn]

[ he's not loving the smell - but the show more than makes up for it. winn's eyes practically sparkle with excitement at this display of totally awesome superpowers. obnoxious? it takes a lot of restraint on winn's side not to beg him to do it again.

he takes the glass gratefully. ]

Thanks -- [ ok, that's curious - but kurt probably knows something he doesn't. maybe he's hinting she needs to unwind after his coma? or maybe he knows of a particular reaction she has to cider - either way, he's interested. he tilts his head slightly. ] why?

[ecclesiophobic]

[There's the mischief when Kurt grins, his face lighting up in glee (metaphorically; physically with the way shadow plays across his face, his eyes almost appear to be glowing in contrast.)

He leans down to say, sotto voce:] Drunkenness in mutants comes with a certain loss of control over our powers. Telepaths in particular are horrible about it, but Kitty is too. A few times when she was younger Logan would cart her back, drunk as a lord and floating in the air behind him like a child's balloon.

[winn]

-- seriously?

[ okay, that sounds freaking adorable. he's seen kitty drink, but obviously not enough. ]

Come on, sit with me, you got stories I need to hear.

[ he always wants to hang on tight to every last bit of goodness he hears about from their past because - well there doesn't seem to be much of it. what's there should be cultivated, treasures, preserved. ]

[ecclesiophobic]

Is this a face that would lie? [Frequently, but not about this.

Kurt grins broadly and snags a chair, turning it backward so he can comfortably crouch on the seat and leave plenty of room for his tail to move.] I've told you about Kitty's horrible fashion sense when she was younger, ja?

[winn]

You've mentioned it - but I think we can delve a little deeper.

[ winn turns his own chair to face kurt ]

[ecclesiophobic]

I mentioned she was much fonder of bright colors, but did I specify that they were all neon?

[winn]

It's tough to imagine - [ he looks over the crowd, catching kitty with his eye and shaking his head fondly ] she looks so normal now.