Kitty Pryde-Barton (
throughaphase) wrote2018-11-06 05:36 am
Caritas- Tuesday
Kitty was still at work, still god damn pregnant, and really tired of it. And there was for some reason a cow in the bar, and it kept walking through everything (literally through) and chirping, and Tino wasn't any help because he kept running into the wall for no reason.
Anyway, she was here, annoyed and overheating, refusing to turn on the TV tonight for her own sanity, and if you caught her in a quiet moment, you might hear her looking down and threateningly murmuring, "Get out."
[Open, no OCD!]
Anyway, she was here, annoyed and overheating, refusing to turn on the TV tonight for her own sanity, and if you caught her in a quiet moment, you might hear her looking down and threateningly murmuring, "Get out."
[Open, no OCD!]

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"A tequila pl... Aatr's tits, what the fuck!"
She was now sitting on the floor, having sunk all the way down through the stool.
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It started out so normal, so simple, Rosa coming in, maybe stepping slightly more to the left than she usually would, heading straight for her usual spot at the bar, leaning forward into it with a "Hey, Kitty, can I get--"
And then continuing to lean into the bar until she stopped when her torso was half-way into it. She blinked, tried jerking back up, but, nope. She was stuck. In the bar. The actual, physical bar.
"What the hell?"
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But, hey, at least there was still booze nearby?
"This ever happen to you? You just go through something and get...stuck?"
If this was anything like what Kitty had to deal with with her powers, Rosa was decidedly not a fan of them for herself, no.
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"I've gotten stuck intangible and I got wholly stuck in a space bullet once, but never like this," she said. "Drink?"
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Rosa shifted again, trying once more, futile as the last, though she did make about an inch of progress to one side. She tried lifting her arms, which only seemed to be able to move from the elbows down, which wasn't much help.
"Yes," she said. "And I hope you have straws."
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"Aatr's tits, I hate this place," she muttered. "More than usual."
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Which made her glad that at least she was stuck and not consumed by the bar like that drink.
"Goddammit."
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That had enough of sarcasm in it not to be confused with some kind of weird caring.
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"The only thing that would cheer me up," said Rosa, "would be if you came waltzing in here with a saw to cut me out of here. Hey, Blackstone has a ton of saws, maybe someone could go get her."
Little did she know just how useless Blackstone would be right now, too.
"Or maybe if I tried kicking you right now, I'll get sent out to the duck pond. Let me try to kick you."
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It was still there. He could feel it, his hands seemed to work just fine, his arms were connected to shoulders, breathing wasn't being affected at all, but when he looked down, there was just... kind of a weird shaded hollow at the top of his pants, where his waist would have ideally connected to the rest of him, his head and neck appearing from the void again up top.
"How badly would you judge me," he said, looking at Kitty as he took a seat, ass planted firmly in the air just a little to the left of the actual barstool, "if I were to say I need a drink tonight?"
He could put up with a lot of shit, but apparently today had been a little beyond the pale.
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He offered her a crooked smile, and his torso flickered back into view, leaving him armless, instead.
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"And a straw."
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But she really wanted to get moving on this next class, so she was just going to have to suck it up.
"Hey, Kanan!" she called. "Come here for a sec."
Because she obviously wasn't going anywhere.
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"Hey, Rosa. What's up?"
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"Besides the obvious."
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"I wanna borrow your warehouse for my class next Tuesday."
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"My warehouse?"
Not technically his warehouse, he'd just kind of put a mark on the door and moved some of his crap into there. But he wasn't going to clarify that.
"What for?"
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