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: (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: (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: (wtf)
Kitty's phone had died at some point during the week, so it wasn't until she got home and plugged it in to charge that she saw how many calls and messages she'd missed. Peter had tried contacting her upwards of twenty times, which was worrying. But maybe not too worrying, since everyone else hadn't tried? It probably meant no one had died, at least. So Kitty tried calling.

And he wasn't picking up. Dammit, Peter.

So figuring he was on a mission, she called the mansion, since at this point someone had to be able to tell her what was going on. She dialed- she still remembered the number from before speed dial- and waited for someone to pick up.


When Kitty recognized the voice, she felt like her heart stopped for a minute. She couldn't be hearing that right. "Who's this?"

"Who's asking?" The thing was, in the tone, it sounded like she knew already.


"Then it's about time," said Illyana.

A moment later Kitty was hanging up to pull up the Portalocity app.

And a moment after that she was dialing the mansion again to explain to a confused Illyana, "I'm so sorry, my brain broke and I jumped the gun on hanging up."

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: (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: (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: (hanging out)
While Clint was in his office, Kitty was entertaining Barney at the house. Which she was totally fine with, since they got along and it always gave them an opportunity to talk about Clint stuff. There was no bad there.

"So how are things in New York?" she asked, taking a seat on the couch.

[For anyone named Barton!]
throughaphase: (lounging)
Kitty had actually had a pretty good weekend, catching up with friends who'd left and meeting some new people. And sure, getting mistaken for other versions of herself who'd gone here had been a little weird, especially being mistaken for a dead version of herself, but that was Fandom for you.

But it had left her with a lot to think about, so she was spending part of her day on the sofa with a pint of ice cream and what should have been puppy cuddles, but was mostly her telling Lucky that no, he couldn't have chocolate, sorry.

[For the guy!]
throughaphase: (um!)
Kitty had gotten back from New York today, and hadn't really wanted to do much of anything when she got back. So it wasn't till she'd hung around the house long enough to get just bored enough to clean up that she put the radio broadcasts from the last week on as background noise.

"Uh... honey?"

[I'm back! For the boy!]
throughaphase: (ew)
Kitty hadn't paid that much attention. She saw ice cream in the freezer, so naturally she had to get a spoon and have some, even if it wasn't even lunch yet.

A second later though, she found a paper towel to spit it into- something that should never have to be done with ice cream- and picking up the container to see why it tasted so weird. It looked fine, but seriously, were those pork rinds in there?

"No," she told the container seriously. "No."

[Can be open! I had to keep the trend going.]
throughaphase: (phone)
Kitty had pretty much just gotten to sleep when she heard her phone go off. Groaning in annoyance, she reached to pick up her phone to shut it off, but when the display showed it was Scott calling, she figured it was important. So she picked it up and went into the hallway so she could keep from disturbing Clint any more than she already had.

And then a couple minutes later, she came back into the room, more upset and headed straight for the closet so she could get dressed.

[For the guy, mwahaha.]
throughaphase: (excited)
Kitty had brought Lexi to class with her, and they returned to the house a little later than expected, with their hands full of grocery bags. Apparently these things happened when your kid was cute and inherited her dad's habit of doing the whole big ol' innocent eyes thing.

"We brought home ice cream!" Lexi announced the second she was inside, because there were things to get excited about, and then there was ice cream.

[For the dad!]
throughaphase: (might hate life)
Kitty hadn't taken a lot of damage in the fight with the Inheritors, but phasing a bunch of people at once again kind of took it out of her. Again. Because this was like the third time in like two weeks that she'd had to do it and uuugh she was over it.

So once she got home, she cleaned the cut on her arm and stuck a bandage on it, and then flopped on the bed to cuddle Lucky whether he liked it or not.
throughaphase: (flirty)
Clint and Kitty had always been low-key about things like holidays, so there weren't huge plans for today. Which was probably good, since the blizzard probably would have put a wrench in things anyway, and also, the whole pollen thing meant the odds would have been against them even making it out the door. Luckily there were dogs that had to be taken care of or they'd never leave.

Kitty had volunteered to do just that today, figuring the cold would at least cool her down a little, and on the way back she stopped to get Chinese to bring back for dinner. (This was maybe based on being able to add "in bed" to the fortune cookies, shhh.) That should tide them over for a while and prevent potential weirdness in a delivery guy coming over. When she got back, she let the dogs loose inside, shrugged off her coat and called, "Honey, I'm home!"

She still liked being able to say that, by the way.

[For the Valentine, and for great SP justice.]
throughaphase: (hanging out)
It'd been a week since Kitty moved in and she was maybe still trying to put her best face forward so Clint wouldn't start thinking this was a mistake. At least not immediately. Which was why she even tried to wash any dishes that were used in the making of Super Bowl food right away, even if they were just used to make like, dip.

So that was all done when she brought some of the food out to the living room, saying, "So are we rooting for the game, too, or just the commercials?"

[For the guy!]
throughaphase: (frowny)
After radio and class and leaving a lot of I am SO SORRY texts, Kitty went back to the house with coffee and pastries because there were some days that was just needed. Like the day after you spent a weekend as a vampire/werewolf hybrid with way too much drama going on and when you were not at all looking forward to work tomorrow.

"Ugh," she said by way of greeting when she phased in. She even skipped the poking-her-head-in-to-see-if-she-was-talking-to-thin-air thing today, because ugh.

[For the boy.]
throughaphase: (wakeup)
It wasn't a surprise for Kitty to spend the night over at Clint's or anything. Though normally she didn't wake up the next morning as Hayley, next to a guy she didn't know. She wasn't too worried about that, though. Mostly just annoyed at herself since that kind of thing was what had gotten her into her whole current mess to begin with.

She wasn't even that careful about trying not to wake him up. She just sat up and started looking for her clothes and trying to figure out where she was.

[Kitty is now Hayley from the Originals/TVD, for all your werewolf/vampire needs. For the guy who's not the normal guy!]
throughaphase: (excited)
A year ago Kitty had remembered being pleasantly surprised that she and Clint had made it to an anniversary, since it didn't seem like it was anything either one of them had been very good at before. This year it had almost managed to sneak up on her, because she hadn't had any doubt that they'd get to this point. So, there was that.

Clint had said he wanted to cook dinner, and while Kitty wasn't sure how that was going to go considering his usual insistence that he didn't cook, she agreed. She came over after picking up wine and something for dessert, and let herself in. "So how's it going?" she called.

[For that guy!]
throughaphase: (invested)
Once things were settling down, Kitty got Clint away from the carnival, because she didn't want to be there anymore and was pretty sure he wanted to be there even less. So they went back to his place, where he could probably look forward to her attaching herself to him like a cuddly lamprey.

First things first, though. Once they got inside, she asked, "Are you hungry? We could order pizza, if that isn't taunting Lucky."

[For the lamprey victim.]
throughaphase: (sitting)
Kitty was having one of those weirdly productive mornings, where you managed to somehow be inspired to pay bills and reply to emails that you'd forgotten to reply to before and work on class and do all the little things that needed doing. She'd even managed to actually get her mail which, by the look of it, was something she should do more often because now she was sitting on her couch and having to actually go through it all.

Was it bad that this was making her feel less productive?

[For ze boy!]


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