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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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Hiiii, Tyrion!

I'm on these chairs. They don't look comfortable. And they also aren't. See what I did there. Subverting expectations. [Laughing.]

[tallasaking]

And where are those chairs located, darling?

[His best friend is absolutely gone on wine, whiskey, and probably a few other liquors. He'd ... better make sure she got back where she needed to go in one piece.]

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I'm in my studio on the Iskaulit. IS-kau-lit. Is-KAU-lit. Is-kau-LIT. What a weird word. [Laughing.]

So many darlings tonight. So flirty or possibly British. Did you go British, Tyrion?

[tallasaking]

... It is rather odd, is it not?

[There, he is fully dressed and heading off to the hanger bay, keeping the communication on.]

No, but you know I am always flirty. [He smirked at her gently.]

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You are. Remember when we met? Not the first time we met on the network but the second time we met at the bar? You were very flirty. [There was also a lot of confessing of sins and such.]

[tallasaking]

I am absolutely flirty with you, because you are worth flirting with, my dear. [And now, he was in the ship, powering it up.]

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Demoted to dear. [Just teasing and taking another drink. Don't worry, there was no wine mixed in. All hard alcohol here. There were some mixers though.] Promoted? I don't know which one goes above the other.

[tallasaking]

Well the highest rank I can give you is 'love', so I would say darling, dear, then my dear one ranking upwards to love.

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I should write this down. [Takes another drink instead of writing.] Are you having a good New Year's eve or day? Which one are we on now?

[tallasaking]

You should, so you know in the future. [He smirked faintly, before he went to pull the ship out.] ... I am having a good New Years Day, my friend.

[passingthrough]

My friend wasn't even in the ranking. So confusing.

Did you like my stories?

[tallasaking]

Oh I am sorry, my dear. Let me just adjust so you know how high you are in my regard.

[A faint purr.]

I always like your stories.

[passingthrough]

[In which Tyrion became the cat in this conversation.]

Yeah? That's nice to hear. There's a lot I haven't really talked about with Marina.

[tallasaking]

[It happens. They are two feline like souls, after all.]

Well I shall be there soon so we can talk more about things.

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I'll be here with my alcohol. I'll even share.

[tallasaking]

You are absolutely the dearest one of all.

[He smiled warmly, before he went to land his ship within the docking bay of the Iskault.] Hobbling over shortly.

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[She's changed positions by the time he arrives. Now she's lying down on the floor with her feet propped up on one of the chairs because why not. There is a partial bottle of vodka or something like it with her and she's whistling "Jingle Bells"—badly.]

[tallasaking]

.... that is a horrible melody. I hope someone stabbed the composer in the throat many times.

[Tyrion drawled, as he went to climb into the stool next to her.]

[passingthrough]

That's so unnecessarily violent. You would have fit in so well back home. [She shifts, transferring her legs to his lap once he's sitting.]

[tallasaking]

That is because I am a Lannister and we always have believed in overkill. [He started massaging her legs because well, they were there and he was Tyrion.]

[passingthrough]

[Well of course. What else would you even do with legs?] I prefer just the right amount of kill. You get more done that way.

[tallasaking]

[He has no idea whatsoever. Legs are here to be massaged.]

Well you are always more sensible than I.

[passingthrough]

[It feels good. She isn't questioning it.] Mmm...

Yes. I am very sensible. Drunk and sensible.

[tallasaking]

[He digs his thumbs in a little, arching an eyebrow.]

I see that. Why perhaps are we this drunk? [Insight is important. What important day is this?

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[She hasn't really been touched like this in months and she's already so easily touch starved as it is. There might be some reason she should object, but she certainly can't think of it.]

It sounded better than crying. [It has also involved crying, but maybe less crying than otherwise?]