April System Mingle

[thespaceopera]

Who: Everyone!
Broadcast: Possibly!
Action: April System
When: Month of April!


[Welcome to the Belt, a huge asteroid belt that's been terraformed for life. Here you can explore the different asteroids, become a rock star, race on some ATVs, enjoy not being underwater.

In other words, it's a mingle! Get in everyone!

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[passingthrough]

[She laughs and doesn't pause in her mission to get him on the floor.] What's the point of having a tail if not to hold the drinks when you dance? [She's looking the part in black boots, fishnets, a leather skirt and shiny top.]

[ecclesiophobic]

[Kitty is, for some reason, reminding him of Damask right now, and Kurt will never say that aloud. Instead he laughs, transferring his drink as suggested. And then the eyebrow raises, because he notices that outfit.] A question; how many people have run into walls when you walk past? [Kurt himself, not performing at the moment, has gone for more of a working man look, with leather accents and jeans that he'd expected to fit more loosely. But he can move and that's all that matters.]

[passingthrough]

[The odds of her skinning him are so much slimmer than with Damask.]

Hey! My taste is not that bad! [She immediately assumes he means running into walls out of fear or horror.]

To think I was about to compliment yours.

[ecclesiophobic]

[But not impossible?? ..To be fair he's a jerk.

Kurt blinks, then starts laughing uproariously.] Katzchen, that's not what I meant. [And in the interest of forestalling further questions, he leans in to whisper (as much as one can in a club):] Let me put it this way; if I saw you in that outfit and did not know you, I would be trying very hard to get to know you. Understand?

[passingthrough]

[It's pretty much impossible, but with the lives they've led can you really ever rule anything out completely?

And then there was only blushing forever!] Kurt! [She can't even scold him through the blushing. She's just hoping the lights are low enough he doesn't notice. Which is totally likely with a guy who can see in the dark, right?]

[ecclesiophobic]

[True.

And yeah, try that with someone who can't see as clearly in the night as he can the day. Kurt's grin widens with impish glee.] What's the matter, cat got your tongue? [What is it with him and bad puns on this planet?]

[passingthrough]

[Can't talk. Her throat is blushing. It may be fatal. She knocks her shoulder into his so be careful with the balanced drink back there!] You're incorrigible. It should have been your codename.

[ecclesiophobic]

[Pfft, if his drink could be spilled by a little kitten then he needs to retire. Kurt just laughs, reaches with one hand to gently brush knuckles against her cheeks, both in turn.]

You've got red on you, Katherine. Suppose I will too, when you recover. [Is this stopping him? No it is not.]

[passingthrough]

[She manages an eye roll.] As if. [How old is she right now?] I'm just deeply embarrassed for you.

[ecclesiophobic]

[Apparently embarrassment has regressed her to a nineties teen.] Oh, and what do I have to be ashamed of?

[passingthrough]

[As it is known to do!] Trying to be the better dancer here by throwing me off my game. [She doesn't really think that was the plan, but she's also not sure what to say about him implying he finds her hot either. This feels like the way to go.]

[ecclesiophobic]

Und this is why I would have been horrible at villainy; you've found me out already. [More like he has eyes. Kitty is friend, not food; but Kurt is self-aware enough to recognize that if they'd met later in life he might not regard Kitty so platonically.]

[passingthrough]

[It would be a strange enough transition and realization to go through, knowing he sees her that way and maybe she could see him that way if they were unattached. But she is very, very attached. Which is also part of what kept things in that equilibrium back home too. Piotr was the one she immediately had eyes for even when he—and everyone else—thought he was too old for her.]

Exactly. Fated to be the good guys because we just didn't have the skills for the other side.

[ecclesiophobic]

[Because he was. And being as Piotr was only a few months older than Kurt, and Kitty having been the youngest for so long? And here Kitty is happy with someone Kurt approves of, making the realization that it could have been different a silly fancy that he of course had to tease her with, because Kurt Darkholme is a jerk.]

In this world and the next, our hearts are too pure. [The musings of what might have been bring to mind the other Kitty he'd met, and he adds:] We're the better looking ones, of course.

[passingthrough]

[It wasn't age that caused the rift or the fatal accident though. Maybe it had been a bad choice for her to make but it wasn't the years between them. It was what the next few years did to Pitor in that unforgiving world. Though maybe an older Kitty wouldn't have tied herself so completely to him.

She laughs at that for the pure hearts and a little extra for the better looking.] Damn right we are. Although that little you who was here before was pretty adorable.

[ecclesiophobic]

[No it wasn't. And he made her happy for a time, same as Erik made Rogue happy. For that reason only he held his tongue, and will forever doubt the wisdom of having done so.]

Young Wagner, you mean? He had potential, long as he stays away from the damned priesthood. [No he will never let that go. Finding out that another version of himself was so devout was one of the most disturbing revelations of the second war.]

[passingthrough]

[Maybe someone should have advised her not to go off with him after his injuries, but she wouldn't have listened. Being stubborn was almost definitely one of her mutant powers.]

About that. I've decided to become a nun. [A Jewish nun in a very sexual relationship.]

[ecclesiophobic]

[Her bull-headedness is something, alright. Most likely to give him grey fur, certainly.

Kurt doesn't even pause before laughing, his entire face scrunching up.] Oh, of course you are. Winn's converting to the priesthood, I assume?

[passingthrough]

Naturally. It's more scandalous that way. [Because of course they are still together even in this teasing.]

[ecclesiophobic]

And we all know you live to inspire shock and awe. [It isn't all a joke; Kitty on the battlefield is a terrifying and beautiful sight, and it makes Kurt so proud to see. It would make Logan even prouder, he imagines and for a moment finds himself missing the one-armed bastard.

A movement catches his eye, and when Kurt looks over her shoulder he tracks the source of the blur to a pair of men dancing together. The sight reminds him of a promise made, and Kurt quickly jerks his jaw toward the pair.] That's something you wouldn't have seen back home. [His expression and tone are carefully neutral, his eyes watching her reaction.]

[passingthrough]

I do what I can. [She misses the battlefield sometimes. She doesn't want to need to kill people. She doesn't want to die herself. But there was a rush and a thrill to the fight that she came to thrive on. It was hard to find things to keep you going and you tended to take them where you could. Dancing helps though. Lots of things help little by little if only to take some of that hunger away and replace it with more sustainable things.]

Mmm...[She twists to see what he's seeing and while her eyes do land on the couple, she doesn't see anything out of the ordinary.] The lack of bloodshed? Smiling faces? Dancing? Happiness? [But as she runs through a not-quite-joking list of possibilities she manages to see the scene from an earlier perspective which is always easier when she's around Kurt.] The men dancing with each other openly? All good updates.

[ecclesiophobic]

[So does he, though Kurt's left the wish to love it less in the dust. This blood thirst is part of him, and all he hopes for now is not to let it turn him on the people he loves. That doesn't mean he scoffs at other outlets; moving with Katzchen here on the dance floor is remarkably like moving in simpatico with her on the battle field.]

Didn't say they weren't. [And his smile hasn't faded; there is warmth in his voice despite a tinge of tightness from nerves. If this goes badly-- Kurt swallows, ducks his head to speak right in her ear.] It brings to mind a very interesting discussion Winn and I had, not so long ago.

[passingthrough]

[She's glad that speaking directly in her ear negates some of his ability to see her facial reaction because that surprises her. She assumes Winn must have said something about his own feelings. He's never used the word bisexual, but it seems like maybe it's a fit, not that she's planning to label him for him. But Winn has so much trouble even talking to her about that. Maybe it was something else.] Oh, really? What kind of discussion?

[ecclesiophobic]

[..Really, Kitty? It's a good thing his tail is occupied with holding his drink, because for a second he's sorely tempted to swat the backs of her legs for her impertinence.]

The kind of conversation that two obviously involved men dancing together would remind me of. [Is there enough sarcasm in that sentence? He could add more. The next, however, is utterly free of it.] I wasn't cruel, if you're worried about that. It was a very.. illuminating discussion. It never occurred to me that there needed to be a word for that sort of thing.

[passingthrough]

[It's not like she thought Winn was hitting on him!]

You're going to have to fill in the blanks for me, Kurt. [If for no other reason than she isn't willing to betray something Winn is sensitive about, but she knows Kurt will spot a lie a mile away with her.]