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: (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: (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.

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