throughaphase: (guy: serious)
Needless to say, the party had been planned before Kitty woke up with boyparts. Every time this had happened, she tried to just hide out as much as possible, but it looked like that wasn't so much happening this time. So, fine, you won this one, Fandom. At least she probably wouldn't be the only one.

The apartment was cleaned, even if some stuff had been shoved into the ever-growing pile of "stuff I didn't feel like dealing with right now" in Kitty's closet. There were snacks and pizza set out, and the fridge was stocked with sodas and True Blood. Keeping Flash in mind, she was even trying to keep things non-alcoholic so it wouldn't be weird for him. Everything was all set, even if argh why why why.

At least no one was gonna have to worry about conversation-starters, right? And some things during game night might be more interesting.


[Mostly for those who know who they are! If you'd like to play, though, feel free to let me or [livejournal.com profile] allie_vamp know and we'll hook you up.]
throughaphase: (okay well)
It had actually been a really long time since Kitty had been able to snag Derek for some shopping time, which she took as more proof that the last few months had been terrible. But hey, at least they were able to get out now, and hat was something.

"So what are we looking for?" she asked as they entered the store.


[For the werewolf shopping buddy, and NFB for distance!]
throughaphase: (siiiigh)
Kitty had figured that coming back from vacation would mean wishing she was still on vacation while trying to put a lesson plan together for tomorrow because life was cruel that way. And while she was still wishing she was on vacation, she wished it was like, Tuesday, and the end of the week hadn't happened at all.

She'd been really wanting to check up on Derek while at the same time not looking forward to the conversation, and this afternoon had her heading to the house. Of course, after a moment of knocking (and a quick peek of her head through the door) it seemed like no one was there, and she decided to wait. By sitting outside. She really didn't want to piss anyone off more by waiting on the couch.

[Open to those who live there!]
throughaphase: (ooh?)
Since last year had actually worked out so well, Kitty had decided to drag Derek out to help her find a Halloween costume this year, too. Which, considering the last time they'd gone shopping he'd instituted a limit on how low her neckline could go, getting through costumes that got sluttier every year might be interesting.

"So just as a warning," Kitty said as they headed inside the shop to look, "if you find a sexy owl costume this year, you can just go ahead and put it back."


[For the personal shopper! NFB for distance! Exclamation point!]
throughaphase: (figuring this out)
When Kitty woke up today, she didn't think she'd spend her day doing anything interesting. She'd slept in longer than she meant to, figured that was excuse enough to skip training today and then she'd head to the bar to get some work done before it opened. Then she got out of the shower and checked her phone, and saw she had a message.

She ended up listening to it again right away, because let's face it, there wasn't any way to hear that message the first time and register what it was you were hearing. Once it was finished, she stood there for a minute, feeling somewhere between sad and freaked out and mad that she didn't get a call earlier when she could just stop him from going, and also taking literally zero time to decide that she wasn't going to be sticking around her apartment waiting for him to come back or not. She was an X-Man, and a bit on the proactive side here.

Being the Goddess of Computing, it didn't really take her long at all to do a little bit of research to find out what sorts of things might be going on in Madripoor, and when she saw the thing about the auction she figured that was enough information to start with. Then it was time to make a call of her own and start figuring out the best way to get to Madripoor, and hopefully she'd have enough time to check on Lucky before she left.

Seriously, one of her top ten worst weeks ever.


[Establishy!]
throughaphase: (stoic)
Since Thursday Kitty had 1. found out a past version of her had died here, 2. found out that her sex life was all over the internet, 3. had her powers go wonky again, 4. had her bar turned into a strip club, 5. saw Derek strip which was fine but also really weird, 6. dealt with Stiles being possessed, 7. gotten stabbed, 8. gotten hit on or something by her boyfriend's roommate, and 9. according to radio it looked like she'd gotten cheated on. Oh, and 10. now she had to find a new gym.

So Sunday had Kitty basically saying fuck this weekend, she was not leaving her apartment for any other horrible things to happen. And so the first part of her day was spent alternating eating ice cream, trying to watch Meg Ryan movies from her sofa in a position that didn't aggravate the gaping wound in her side, and if any squirrels said there'd been any tears today they were damn liars.

And then just like that, the pain in her side was gone. After a couple minutes she finally got up to go into the bathroom to take off the bandage and see that yes, it was totally healed, and then she went directly back to the couch (through the wall, thank god) to flop more comfortably on it.


[Open!]
throughaphase: (in all seriousness)
Kitty really did like shopping with Derek. He had good taste, she liked hanging out with him, and she could usually find something to tease him about, so it was a good time. She wasn't so happy about the reason for this shopping excursion, though, since the reason was that if you kept wearing kinda slutty things to work just because you could, eventually someone was going to say something.

Which was still a little weird to her, because she'd worn questionable things through her teen years and no one did ever say anything. Because the X-Men were terrible at setting boundaries, that's why.

Even as they walked into the store, Kitty said, "The top wasn't even that bad, you know. You didn't even see it."


[For the shopping partner!]
throughaphase: (excited)
With the way things had been going for everyone over the last few weeks, Kitty and Allie had decided it might be good to have a small, semi-quiet apartment party with friends where nothing traumatic happened and they could have fun.

Aaand then Kitty got in from California too late yesterday to get much of anything done so a lot of today was spent cleaning, shopping, and finding some game off the Internet, because with the group they'd invited, it might be good to have something to focus on rather than just glaring at people across the room. Which they'd probably do anyway, but at least it wouldn't be their whole night.

By the time people were due to start showing up, everything had been set up, the place looked presentable, and the pizza had gotten here in time for Kitty to box up a couple pieces for Lucky already, because shut up, that's why.


[Up early for timezones! For those who know who they are, but if you want to swing an invite, just grab one of us on AIM at chickwithemo or izzyalienqueen!]
throughaphase: (frowny)
Between the Derek stuff and being ignored by all her dead people, Kitty had pretty much decided to write off this week as a bad one and move on. It was totally that easy, right? Besides, no one had died in the past week and she'd liked the dead people she had met, and those were pluses, even if she realized that was stretching it a little. Look, she'd take what she could get, okay?

And when the knock at the door came this morning, Kitty was wary at first. It didn't sound at all like Clint's knock, and she didn't know who else would be at her door, but she didn't count on it being anyone traumatic so she went and opened the door anyway.

And then looked down to see a gremlin, with a towel wrapped around him, who threw down a snorkel at her feet and then turned to stomp off, feet squishing as he walked down the hall. Why were his feet still squishing? Who knew.

Kitty picked up the snorkel, closed the door, and decided she should take not getting bitten as a plus, too.


[You know those things that won't leave your head till you write them out? Can be open if you want.]
throughaphase: (good with this)
The last time Kitty dragged Derek shopping with her, it was because it was kind of fun to torment him, yadda yadda yadda. This time, she was dragging him along because he'd actually been good with fashion advice and she didn't have a Rachel anymore, so... she'd been recast as a surly werewolf with bad conversation skills. Sorry, Derek.

"Remember, I'm just looking for a work outfit," she said as they walked into the store. "So this should probably be less eyeroll-inducing than the costumes."


[For the personal shopper!]
throughaphase: (neutral listening)
There weren't many things Kitty outright missed about her old life, but having girlfriends was one of them. If she was trying to do something like find a Halloween costume, for instance, she didn't really have anyone here she could just call up to go shopping and tell her something looked horrible. And while she was sure Clint wouldn't mind seeing her try stuff on, it was probably still too early in the relationship to make her hold her purse and bore him, and he'd get to be surprised with what she actually picked.

So naturally, she ended up dragging Derek. Both because it was both fun to torment him a little and because she thought it a safe bet that anyone who made Stiles dogsit while he had naked guys in his house who ended up wearing his underwear wasn't going to be checking her out. Ahem.

"This won't take too long, I promise," she said, probably lying, as she opened the door to the store.


[For the werewolf who is probably SO HAPPY TO BE THERE.]

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