i'm the hero. i'm just in time.

The thing about Kitty staying overnight in Westchester on Wednesdays was that when things like truth day rolled around, she didn't have other people or radio to clue her in that something was up. Sure, she'd gone off on Emma, but that could happen literally any day, Fandom weirdness or not. And okay, maybe she'd been a little talkier than normal, but she hadn't thought anything of it. Of course if she'd run into Peter at all today this would be an entirely different, more embarrassed story.

But it wasn't, and so once Kitty got back to Fandom she sent Clint a text to let him know she was back, and got a little caught up in unpacking and sorting things out since she actually hadn't been back to her apartment in like a week.

[Mwahahaha for one!]

This morning Kitty got a call from Rachel. Jean was dead (again), the school was destroyed (again), New York was in ruins, and something about Xorn, but frankly Kitty had no idea what had happened there and suspected she wouldn't until she could get the full story in person. But she stayed on the phone with Rachel and talked her down as much as she could before promising that she'd come back, and that she was around for crying and venting as much as she wanted.

So. Things apparently never really changed, and once again Kitty decided to head right back into all the chaos.

She had a to-do list now: get class figured out, which she was planning out now with her computer open to some articles on the state of New York, get Caritas work stuff sorted, figure out if she even had appropriate funeral clothes anymore... you know, fun stuff.

[Did I destroy two New Yorks in one week? Yes I did. Open!]

Kitty was trying to get things sorted for the trip. Her thinking was that if she figured out what to bring and what she still needed now, she had a couple days to get things in order. And that all worked out just fine, aside from not being able to find things like her sunscreen. She knew she had some left over, and she'd probably just misplaced it in the months since she'd needed to use it, right? Right.

And on her way from her bedroom into the living room- through the wall, of course, because who needed doors? oh right, all of you- she found herself standing in the middle of an end table that had been placed against the wall. Which was weird, since she hadn't put it there.

Kitty stepped away from it, and watched it for a minute. Who knew, maybe it was a weird Fandom day when furniture moved. When it didn't go anywhere, she picked it up and put it back in its rightful spot, figuring she'd check on it later to make sure it hadn't gone traveling again.


[I'm bored and had to write something. Can be open!]