throughaphase: (considering)
Scott had called first, telling Kitty all about his blowup with Logan, and how things were splitting up. He'd asked her to join his team, come back to teach, and while she'd entertained thoughts, she'd said she would think about it but didn't have any real want to do it.

Today Logan called while she was walking the dogs. It was a much longer conversation, and he was opening a new school in Jean's honor, and he wanted Kitty to help him. Maybe it was the "help" word, or maybe it was just because it was Logan, but she found herself seriously considering it.

She'd hung up by the time she got home and let the dogs in, calling, "Honey, we're hoooome."

[For the booooy.]
throughaphase: (wee: laughing)
Sure, Kitty was waking up in a new bed and there was a boy there. That was important for roughly four seconds.

Because on the approximate fifth second, she'd realized there were puppies in the room, and clearly it was more important to be on the floor and playing with them. And maybe shrieking with glee once or twice when one of them would try to lick her face.

[For the sorta-hubby, to live the lives we as a people deserve for ourselves.]
throughaphase: (excited)
There was actually going to be a game seven. Kitty had maybe thought this would be a calm "they did good!" party, but instead you were going to get to watch her freak out on the couch, and probably freak out themselves because come on.

Cubs gear was preferred, but there were hats and little pennants to go around, and if you thought she hadn't stuck caps on the dogs you were incorrect and frankly should know her better.

[Open party!]
throughaphase: (in all seriousness)
It was going to be a full house this weekend between her guests and Clint's, and so Kitty was on her best behavior. This maybe had something to do with the fact that she was a little uncomfortable around her so-called best friend these days, and also something to do with being limited on space and knowing people would be all over the house. Normally she might make a beeline for coffee in the morning, but today she showered and dressed and then made a beeline for coffee.

And while she was at it, she might as well start on pancakes. There couldn't be any weirdness around pancakes, right?

throughaphase: (teen: um no)
Kitty had fully intended to stay in bed and sleep until either someone physically came to get her, or she got hungry. Whichever came first. It wasn't even that she was tired, just lazy. So she rolled over to find a new comfy position... and there was a boy there. A boy she didn't even know. He definitely didn't go to the Xavier School.

Hopefully he didn't mind being woken up by the little shriek and Kitty practically jumping off the bed, a totally mature reaction.

[For the hubby but not!]
throughaphase: (lion cub!)
Kitty was really tired of being a literal kitty. She wanted a real bath, and a hamburger, and also opposable thumbs again. It was tougher when Clint wasn't in any shape to help out, either, and it was pretty clear the dogs were over this whole situation, too.

So for now, she was laying on the sofa, emitting the occasional pitiful meow as she tried to work the remote to turn the TV on.

[For that guy!]
throughaphase: (wakeup)
When this was over and Kitty was herself again, she was going to give serious thought to taping something above the wall that told her who she was for days like this.

But she didn't have that now, so when she sat up, she was confused and mildly panicked to be in a room she didn't recognize, in a bed with a guy she didn't know, and not know how she got there. She didn't feel hungover? So she was trying very quietly to get up and find clothes, and at least finding those was pretty intuitive even when you didn't know who you were.

[For the hubby and SP!]
throughaphase: (outside)
The X-Men had left New York for an island off San Francisco that they called Utopia, which Scott was running as the new base of operations. Kitty had known about that, but it was kind of weird to be here as a guest, where she didn't have her normal room, where she often didn't know where things were. It felt off.

Kurt's memorial had been yesterday, which threw everything else into feeling off, too. Everyone was sad, especially the people she was closest to. She couldn't even talk to Logan, he was taking it that hard. And while normally she'd have grabbed Illyana for some distraction time, Illyana was off, too, and her team seemed really wary of outright afraid of her. So there was that.

This morning Kitty had given up trying to fit in in a new situation, and just went outside a little early to sit on the rocks and look out over at the Golden Gate Bridge in the distance. This part at least was good.

[For the hubby!]
throughaphase: (i have a sad)
Kitty had thought her biggest problem today was going to be that the last of her clothes had wandered off and she was going to be stuck in the same clothes she'd slept in all day. And then she got the call from Logan, and the clothes thing was the furthest thing from her mind.

She'd been sitting on the bed for a while, unfortunately unable to ignore her phone because it seemed like everyone wanted to make sure she knew what happened to Kurt when all she really wanted to do was not deal with it yet. With her particular group of friends, you got used to people dying on you, but there were times it hurt way more than others.

[La. Can be open.]
throughaphase: (contemplative)
Kitty had a bad habit of overthinking things, and the last couple weeks had given her a lot of material. And after overthinking all through getting ready for today, she decided she should probably address it.

She went downstairs, saying, "So, should we talk?"

[For the husband!]
throughaphase: (what's over here?)
Kitty hadn't given much thought to what weekend it was, so it was just another morning when she finally got up. She went downstairs, put on some coffee and fed the dogs, and then stood at the counter to try and make the coffee brew faster with the power of her mind.

Yep, just your typical Saturday so far.

[For the husband, and tiny people!]
throughaphase: (pleased)
Kitty had a feeling that at some point she was going to end up having to frantically take pictures of random things here, because when her mom asked how the honeymoon was, Kitty could not say that she and Clint hadn't really left the room.

Because of course they hadn't. They'd kept to themselves and seen very little and that was totally fine. And it also meant Kitty had to remember to put a robe on before answering the door for room service.

"Food's here," she said, carrying the tray over to the bed.

[For the husband!]
throughaphase: (wedding: serious)
Once the wedding was done, everyone moved inside for the reception. There were plenty of lights strung up, and despite all the worries over where to seat people, there was enough room for everyone and probably no fights would break out during the reception at least. Everyone cross your fingers.

It was time for a party!

[Same verse same as the first! If you want to be here, you got an invite.]
throughaphase: (wedding: doing pretty good!)
The sun had gone down (you're welcome, vampire friends) and the lights brightening the outside of Avengers Tower had gone on. The outcropping had been decorated nicely with promises to Tony that it would be back to normal in the morning. There was a huppa on the far end with a certain blue mutant there to officiate, and plenty of seating on either side of the aisle for guests.

When the music started, Lucky and Rook were sent down the aisle first, wearing little doggie tuxes, with one carrying the rings on a pillow on his back. When they finally got up there, they were followed by Lockheed, tossing flowers out of a basket pretty much because he had opposable thumbs and that gave him flower dragon status.

And then Kitty came out, looking happy enough that she'd probably bounce all the way down the aisle if she didn't have Logan on her arm on the way. It was time to get this wedding started.

[If you think you got an invite, you did. Yay wedding!]
throughaphase: (contemplative)
There'd been a couple days back home, which had involved a reunion with Kitty's formerly dead best friend, a lot of confusion over the story of how, a general uneasy feeling partially because of the story of how (no one should feel good about part of someone's soul getting stolen, let's put it that way), and an argument with Peter about all of it.

And now back at home with some time to process, Kitty said from the couch, "So that was weird."

[For the guy who gets to marry into all this!]
throughaphase: (pleased)
For Kitty, Valentine's Day had gone from it's just another day to one of her favorite days of the year, due in no small part to her now-fiance. Or due entirely to him, whatever. It also helped that they acted the same on Valentine's Day that they did the rest of the year, so it was more like a day to appreciate how hard she'd lucked out here.

Also helping, flowers!

Once she'd brought them inside, she called, "Special delivery!" while setting them on the coffee table so she could start looking at cards.

[For the fiance, and all the SP!]
throughaphase: (pleased)
Thanksgiving had been a little abnormal because it was hard to do dinner when one of you couldn't eat, and Hanukkah had just been a mess. But this Christmas could be a good one, and Kitty definitely appreciated it more, even if it wasn't actually her holiday.

She and Clint had gone back to his New York for the holiday, where they could see everyone and not have to worry about anything invading (hopefully). There was a Christmas movie on TV, there was coffee, and there was a happy Kitty on the couch saying, "I'm really glad we came here."

[For the fiancé!]
throughaphase: (good)
Last night had been a nightmare. When it was all over, there were bodies to be dealt with, Peter and Logan and Scott were in the infirmary and realistically Clint probably should have been too, and Kitty had died, albeit temporarily. There'd been some insistence that she should get checked out after that, but (death aside) she'd really never been better, healthwise. Besides, after months of not really even being able to touch her fiance, she'd wanted to be able to jump him already the quality time.

She woke up early, because even if she'd gotten too little sleep her body clock was entirely screwed up now, and she kept her eyes closed, snuggling closer to Clint because she could. "Best morning ever," she murmured.

[For the guy she can actually snuggle with again whee!]
throughaphase: (serious thoughts)
the end of a little two-month arc )

[NFB, NFI, OOC okay. Preplayed with the always awesome [ profile] so_hawkward, and taken from Uncanny X-Men #538. Warning for character death, yes again.]
throughaphase: (trouble)
kitty's life basically revolves around space right now )

[NFB, NFI, OOC okay! Preplayed with the incredible [ profile] so_hawkward, and taken from Uncanny X-Men #537. Warning for violence and character death.]
throughaphase: (ultimate: idk about this)
Kitty hadn't planned on being up yet, but she'd rolled over and rolled into someone. She'd opened her eyes and peered at the person, and then jolted out of bed when she wasn't sure who that was. (If she knew about the suit, she'd be grateful for it that today she woke up with clothes, whew.)

Okay! So today was starting off weird and in a new place! Awesome, except totally not!

[Kitty is now from the Ultimateverse! For the poor guy in the bed.]
throughaphase: (i could like this)
There had really been no choice but to kill the other queen as part of a team effort. From there they'd been able to negotiate with the remaining Brood: the X-Men would transport the Brood to their home system, but only because of that whole extinction thing. The X-Men would be allowed to leave, and the Brood in them would be safely removed and allowed to live, but they wouldn't return to the others. The Brood refused to take the Broodling back, which was fine since Storm wouldn't have allowed them to anyway, and he'd stay at the Peak until the other Broodlings hatched so he could try to influence them into being not totally murderous and terrible. Storm also insisted on inviting him to the school if he ended up as much of an outcast among them as he feared.

The sun was rising when they finally got back to the mansion. They said goodbye to Hank and Brand, and Lockheed and Kitty had a long talk about where they were these days. Since she was technically still living between two universes, he'd stay with SWORD, at least for now. But they were working something out so they could see each other more, which was why he was still around today.

Normally Kitty would crawl into bed and go the hell to sleep, but since she didn't do that anymore, instead she laid on the bed next to Clint. Lockheed curled up directly next to her to sleep, as was only right.

[For the non-dragon in the bed.]
throughaphase: (looking down)
It was a little weird not to be in Clint's New York today, since that had sort of become a thing, but Kitty didn't really want to spend all day explaining the suit, and um. Thanksgiving was kind of awkward when you couldn't eat.

So it was a low-key day. Just Clint and Kitty and the dogs, and pizza. Because what, were they going to do a whole big thing for one person? No. Pizza.

"Next year I'm going to be normal and we're totally doing this right," Kitty stated as she set the food out.

[For the guy who gets to eat food!]
throughaphase: (suit: angry)
For the most part Kitty actually had a positive attitude about this whole not having a solid body thing. Sure, it sucked, really hard, for a lot of reasons, but she was alive and there was still a chance this wasn't her permanent state, and there was plenty to be positive about there!

And then after spending a morning trying to kick around baggage that kept falling around her- see, she could make it productive- she'd given up, put the suit back on, and sat on the couch for some mindlessness.

The meta for Ghost was on. And if that wasn't annoying enough, a giant trunk labeled "STUCK INTANGIBLE" fell right in front of the TV, blocking her view and sending poor Rook running into her lap.

"Now look what you did," Kitty glared at the trunk.

throughaphase: (suit: neutral)
After two days in a tube, unable to communicate except when Clint was there, not needing to eat or sleep or basically do anything but look out the little window and wave at people, Kitty got to get out. They'd come up with a suit that looked kind of like a uniform, only with a helmet, and being totally enveloped in this suit meant that her molecules would actually stay together, and she could be mobile again. And talk.

In fact, poor Emma had been in the infirmary when Kitty began to talk again, and after begging her to shut up already, once Kitty started wondering aloud how she could see when her body was phased because science didn't work that way, Emma called Clint down so he could deal with it.

So this still wasn't ideal, and the prognosis wasn't terrific, but it was better.

[For the fiance! And for the time being, Kitty's going to be stuck in the suit, which she will always be wearing even when the icons don't reflect that.]
throughaphase: (stuck in a tube)
Some things had changed in the weeks Kitty had been presumed probably dead. Instead of Hank being the one to deal with her- he was apparently working with SWORD now?- it was Kavita Rao and Dr. Nemesis. Weird. And it turned out that they'd been sort of prepared to deal with Kitty's situation, as she'd immediately been led into a capsule that would keep her molecules stable enough to keep her from dissipating. Turns out when you'd been in this situation before, they learned how to deal with it. She still couldn't talk or touch anything or become solid at all, but at least she was alive, and on a planet, let alone the right one. She'd take it as a win.

She was trying to watch what she could from the window in the tube, seeing people move around and taking care of Magneto, and while she didn't know what exactly had happened she immediately felt bad about it.

[For the boy!]
throughaphase: (blah)
Once upon a time a girl took a ride on a bullet into outer space. It's okay, though. It was a ghost bullet. And she kept it ghostly always and nobody ever got hurt, so that probably made it okay. All she had to do was keep it together forever and ever until she died. Everything would be okay.

no one ever really dies in comics )

[NFB, NFI, OOC okay! Adapted from Uncanny X-Men #522 and preplayed with the amazing [ profile] so_hawkward!]
throughaphase: (well this sucks)
and then everything was the worst )
[Taken from Astonishing X-Men, NFB, NFI, OOC okay. Preplayed with [ profile] so_hawkward, who's SO GREAT for putting up with this much preplay and letting me torture her character.

No one ever really dies in comics...]
throughaphase: (having some issues)
kitty's acting talent, on display )
[NFB, NFI, OOC okay. One more post for today! Preplayed with the best [ profile] so_hawkward, taken from Astonishing X-Men, and now everything's gonna hurt.]
throughaphase: (blah)
it's been a long day )

[Last one for the day! NFB, NFI, OOC okay. Preplayed with the incredible [ profile] so_hawkward and taken from Astonishing X-Men.]


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