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[passingthrough]

Who: Kitty Pryde + everyone
Broadcast: Network
Action: Iskaulit: Dance studio
When: New Year’s Eve (slightly backdated)

[Not long ago she’d been considering the best way to handle Winn’s birthday now that he’s gone and all. She considered enlisting a close friend or two to be on duty for support or distractions or just barricading herself in her room and feeling it and dealing with that. In the end she went with booze. Lots and lots of booze.

When she turns the feed on she’s lying down on a series of three chairs, holding the communicator above her head.]

Did I ever tell you about the time I was in Marina—the underwater prison place—and this tiny alien or robot or possibly dog man thing took over and made it rain fruit punch and then made us dance in a dance marathon and if we didn’t he was going to put us in a room with a moose. And I’m not drunk! [She laughs like she just said something very funny.]

No, no, I mean I am drunk but it’s also true. It was a very strange place. Did you know you had to get a wristband if you wanted to have sex with someone? Yeah. It was like being at a bar and wanting drink. [Speaking of wanting to drink. She looks around for her bottle and then lifts herself up enough to achieve drinking.] Oh! And then it was like enforced monogamy where you could only be with your band partner.

Wristband. Not like music band. You didn’t have to have sex with the person you played the flute with. [More laughing.]

What was I…? Oh, yeah, do you know I haven’t kissed anyone in moooonths? Yeah. Like May. May 10th. [Winn disappeared May 11.] In the prison you couldn’t do that because every two months—if they were months—they would send out these mistletoe robots that would make you kiss someone or lots of someones. Usually lots of someones. They had shrinking forcefields and confetti. I had to kiss a guy without lips once. Did I mention it was a weird place?

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[Now, why did you have to go and do a thing like that? She closes her eyes because emotions are all way too close to the surface right now. Hell, they are the surface.]

It's not supposed to be a sad broadcast. If it was a sad broadcast I would have talked about how I got him a present for Christmas and one for his birthday. About how they're just going to sit in my room with all his other things like me.

[mucked]

[ maybe it wasn't meant to be sad. but sad it was -- and peggy had found herself incapable of ignoring the undercurrent. ]

What did you get him?

[ soft, coaxing. ]

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[She opens her eyes again because keeping them closed isn't stopping a path of tears from escaping down her cheek.]

A scrapbook to catch him up on what he's missed. Pictures of his friends. Trying to find really creative ways of talking about cannibals without making it sound bad. And then the planet's stained glass was pretty so I found someone to make a Princess Bride stained glass piece. Except instead of them it's me and Winn. We watched that movie a lot.

[mucked]

I've seen it.

[ a pause. ]

It always seemed to me to be the sort of film he'd watch again and again even if it wasn't practically the only thing available.

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Yeah. It was. He was so...good. [In every way she can think of and some she can't because she's too drunk for it.]

The Atroma gave me my old uniform like that's what I want from them. [She wants Winn back.]

[mucked]

Their gifts are so often two-edged. [ there's no denying that. ] But yours sound like they would have been lovely. I'm sorry he didn't get to see the scrapbook.

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Maybe he still will. Or maybe he won't. Schrodinger's boyfriend and the world's most masta... massi... masochistic scrapbook. [Words are hard when you're drunk but at least she still knows scientific concepts?]

[mucked]

[ -- she doesn't say it. not aloud, of course. but it's a pain she knows: a love lost, unacccounted for, and forever in the wind. peggy might know now what happened to steve rogers, but the truth is that some day she's going to end up back home without an inkling of where he is or that he might still be alive.

schrodinger's boyfriend, indeed. ]

It's only masochistic if you let it be. [ ... ] In my mind, it's something rather sweet.

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It can be both. [And sometimes she just likes the feeling of connecting to Winn when she puts it together. It's kind of cathartic, but the more time that goes by the more she wonders if it's more harmful than helpful. Or maybe it's the reason this is only her first drunk dial since he's been gone and not her seventh or seventeenth.]

[mucked]

[ peggy will tell her what she would have equally told winn: ]

Can be isn't the same as has to be.

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Great. So how do I make it stop hurting? [Not actually expecting an answer.]

[mucked]

-- The age old question, isn't it? [ a beat. ] I take it a risk of alcohol poisoning hasn't really done much to help.

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Alcohol would never hurt me. It is my friend. [She rarely drinks much. She usually worried over Winn's casual drinking.] And I needed a change of perspective. [Slurring that word a bit.]

[mucked]

...How much have you had?

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[She lifts her hands as if to physically represent the volume by holding them apart which wouldn't be accurate on a good day.] Enough.

[She's just a lightweight with alcohol. Not about to get poisoned from it though she may feel sick later.]

[mucked]

Do us a favour and start the next round off with a pint of water. Alright?

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Everyone is so obsessed with water tonight.

[mucked]

Surely that's a no-brainer.

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You'd think so, but people keep telling me. I knew the risks going in.

[mucked]

Knowing the risks before hand are rather different to mitigating them afterward.

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Sure, but some of the risk was that I would miti... migiate it. That wasn't right. I'm sooooo drunk.

[mucked]

So drunk. Indeed. [ a quiet, sympathetic huff. ] What have you been drinking?

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Clear...fluid. [Helpful.] It's vodka-ish. Space vodka.

[mucked]

And I'll bet it doesn't even taste like vodka. Space whiskey certainly doesn't taste like whiskey.

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I know it had a taste at first, but now it just tastes wet. Is wet a flavor?