driftfleet | Stirring the Sauce, Pounding out the Dough!

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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[She nods slowly. It's not the same then. Is that good or bad though?] Instincts took over?

Almost. I had to teleport away.

You wanted to fight instead of flight. [Softer.] Yeah.

Glad you didn't

I am too. [Because regardless of what Kurt might feel about what he saw in Sascha's head, the fact that he means Kurt no harm is undeniable.]

Funny, that this place of all we've been is the one giving me trouble. I terrified one of the locals.

Terrified them how? [It could be as little as just being seen. She kind of hopes for more but maybe that isn't a thing to hope for either.]

[She'll get her wish.]

Was talking with a man who was fascinated with the skeletal structure of my hands and feet. Squat man, bit of a hooked nose, very wide mouth. He laughed and the resemblance was uncanny, for all that he only had two arms. He saw who he reminded me of and it frightened him.

[No, it horrified him and if Kurt had stuck around instead of teleporting away the man probably would've expressed as such once he got over the shock.]

[Her heart is beating just a little faster realizing who he means. Sugar Man. He was overseeing the forced-labor camp her students all died in. He might have killed some of them personally. She wouldn't know. She wasn't inside when it happened.]

Hell of a person to resemble.

Mhm.

[He presses his lips into a thin line, because he's gone and done it again. She was having such a good time until he opened his mouth.]

Katzchen, come here? [He lifts one arm in silent offer of a hug.]

It's fine. I'm fine. There's pizza. [And yet she steps into the hug and he might feel it's not entirely fine. She still has a lot of feelings about her students and her choices that day and Pitor's.]

They deserved better. ...We all did.

It's good pizza. [He holds her as tightly as he dares, tucking her head under his chin. It isn't fair what happened to the children, all the children. It isn't fair that she carries the guilt for it, because she did nothing wrong. That opinion is solid like bedrock fact in Kurt's mind: she did nothing wrong. The blame there lays at Piotr's feet.]

Ja. You did. [His feelings about deserving better for himself are.. mixed. The man he was before the second war deserved better, maybe. He was trying to be a better man for Linda. The man he became after he buried her? Got less than he deserved for the things he did.]

We did. [She'll be firm on that point and hope it gives him even a fraction of the comfort she gets just from feeling him not blame her. It won't erase the way she feels or all the self doubt that grew from trusting Piotr to such disastrous ends. But it helps. It really helps.

And as far as Kurt goes, she knows the context and pressures they were facing at least up to her death and departure. After that she imagines it might have even been worse. A glimmer of something better before it all came crashing down twice as hard on them.]

[Kurt hums noncommittally, finding it difficult to put up an argument in face of such unwavering confidence. Kitty was always a stubborn girl, and no one had truly realized how much the X-Men depended on that will until it was gone.

His arms shift and Kurt begins running a hand between her shoulder blades, his tail moving to loop loosely around one of her ankles, and proceeds to just--breathe. There's a stillness here that feels nothing like the hollowness he's been leaning on for the past few years. There, he can barely feel connected to his own body, whereas here he's thoroughly in the moment and it's utterly content.]

[She stays in that embrace offering her own comfort to him. Up on her toes she brings her cheek up to rest against his for a moment.]

This is no way to act about pizza.

[It probably seems like she's obsessed with pizza since her arrival, but it's less about the food and more what it represents. Better times. A Chicago standing tall and proud. Friends and family sharing and enjoying themselves. Normalcy or whatever she ever knew of that. And, okay, it tastes a lot better than protein gel.

She pulls back and gives him a soft smile. Her eyes are heavy with the weight of everything she carries with her. He should know that look. But it isn't enough to stop the smile or the party.]

Let's try that fun thing we've heard so much about.

Stirring the Sauce, Pounding out the Dough!

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