i'm the hero. i'm just in time.

Kitty didn't have a ton to do today, so she decided that it should be the day she did a trial run to make sure she actually was capable of making anything for Thanksgiving, because shut up, of course she wasn't at all nervous about meeting everyone at Clint's in New York. Really. Shut up.

So far a lot of her time was being spent at the stove, and since Food Network was doing their Thanksgiving Live thing, she figured she'd leave it on and get in the spirit. If anyone heard the occasional "Stop talking over each other," coming from Kitty's apartment, that would be why.


[Idk. Open if you want!]

Clint had come over last night, which was more than okay in Kitty's book, though it did pose a slight problem this morning. She'd been just awake enough when she rolled over to realize that something felt off- which a person might get used to after spending enough time in Fandom- and then there'd been a peek under the covers which hadn't gone the way she wanted it to, and now Kitty hated life again.

At least she had clothes in the closet from the last time this had happened, and maybe she could get to them before Clint woke up? And maybe she could just spend the rest of the weekend sitting in there?


[For the other boy in the bed.]

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!]

When you'd gotten sucked into a locker and spent days in there, your priorities were fairly simple upon getting out. So once Kitty got to her apartment again, there was a shower, and there was food, and now it was time for her to relax on the sofa with her laptop to catch up on everything she'd missed in the last few days.

Which meant she was obsessively refreshing the BBC's website to see how the royal baby watch was going. She'd lived in the UK long enough to claim real interest in this subject, okay, shut up.


[Expecting one but open!]

Kitty had had plans for date night. She'd planned on setting up dinner on the roof because sunsets and stars were romantic and everything and she was trying here.

And then it'd started raining. Dammit, where was Storm when you needed her?

She still had dinner, so that part was fine, but until Clint showed up she'd be glowering out the window like that'd make the weather behave... and make the roof not wet. (Okay, and she'd send a text because she had to.)

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!]

Kitty would like to think that she handled most Fandom weirdness reasonably well. Unless of course you took away things like her powers or her brain, in which case she'd hate everything for a day or two and then get over it.

Apparently this also applied to losing her girlparts.

After waking up and girly-screaming with a voice that didn't really go with that sort of thing, Kitty had basically decided "nope." Then there'd been a search for clothes that wouldn't make her feel like she looked stupid in addition to feeling weird about this whole thing, and so there were pajama pants and a sweatshirt and then trying to figure out what things she could do angrily without leaving her apartment. It seemed the most reasonable option was something like angry cleaning, but screw that and so Kitty would be on the couch, sulkily channel surfing.

It was really hard to push a button hard enough to get your frustration out, did you know that? She did now.


[*spams flist!* Open!]

When the fruitcake appeared in her kitchen, Kitty hadn't thought much of it. She was used to this sort of thing by now, and she fully expected to find more of them every time she opened a drawer or something. And then it started doing things like jumping at her and trying to make her eat it.

Which was really, really disturbing for a lot of reasons.

At the moment, Kitty had sealed the fruitcake in a cabinet, holding it closed with her foot while she tried duct taping it shut. It was duct tape, it was sturdy enough for that, right?


[The flist looks so lonely over the holidays. Open if you want to stop by!]

Kitty's mental narrative today mainly consisted of "Ugh".

The 50's mentality she'd had going on didn't upset her that much, because the total idiocy she'd been rocking far overshadowed it, and it'd been going on longer than her monochromaticness. Being that dumb was kind of insulting. And really embarrassing. And she'd been like that in front of Clint, and ugh.

This morning was seeing her sitting on the sofa in her apartment (totally not hiding, nope), reading through one of her old astrophysics textbooks to prove to herself that her brain functioned again. It just made her feel better.


[Open if you're okay with SP!]

Sometimes you just needed a quiet night in, and "sometimes" was apparently tonight. As she waited for Clint to show for movie night, Kitty was busying herself with making sure there was a decent selection of things to choose from.

Which was how she decided that she really needed to end this little habit of putting discs in whatever case she felt like at the time, because now she had to figure out what was where real quick. Hopefully he didn't mind that the coffee table had a couple stacks of things she was totally going to have to worry about putting away later.


[For the boy and his dog.]

Kitty's plan was to take advantage of the quiet week to finally go home and visit. She'd only been back once since she'd gotten to Fandom, and there were still people there she wanted to see. She had everything packed, she still had a little while until her portal, so she unpacked her laptop again to kill some time.

That was when she found the article about evangelist/convicted criminal William Stryker dying in a plane crash, and how the X-Men were being blamed for it. For some reason. Of course there wasn't actually any evidence that they were at fault, but peope didn't seem to need it. Stryker was a mutant-hater. Of course if he died unexpectedly, it had to be mutants who did it, right? And Kitty didn't really know how she felt about finding out about this, to be honest. He'd kidnapped her best friend and nearly shot Kitty in the face when she was thirteen, among other things; it made sense for her to hate the guy and be glad he was dead. But mostly it all just made her mad. And then she went and read the comments on the article even though she knew to never read the comments...

Well it looked like she was just going to have to travel angry.


[Mostly establishy, but can be open before she leaves!]

The plan was for Kitty to go down to Caritas, just in case anything went wrong while the school board was here/Tino needed a reality check/etc. What happened was that Kitty had just closed her front door and happened to catch something coming at her from the corner of her eye. She was able to go intangible just before the bunny launched itself at her throat...

...which meant the bunny instead smacked right into her front door which Kitty would feel sort of bad about if she wasn't kind of attached to her jugular.

Not only did the bunny rally once it hit the ground, but it kept going after her legs, totally confused as to how it kept passing through them. And by the looks of it, there was some sort of lizard thing down the hall.

"You guys have REALLY BAD TIMING," she told them.


[Open if you have reason to be around!]

Kitty had spent a lot of the day on the mainland, so she'd so far missed any creepiness. When she got home she dropped her keys on the table, toed off her shoes, and decided it was late enough that getting into more comfortable clothes (read: pajamas) was acceptable.

While out in public she tended not to phase lately, it wasn't like anyone was going to see her do it in her own apartment most days. So rather than dealing with things like doors, she walked through the wall into her bedroom-

-and was halfway through the wall when she saw the bald baby doll standing in the middle of the room. And then its head turned around 360 degrees to look at her.

Kitty backed off into the living room again, and closed the door to her room for good measure. "I don't need a bedroom anymore," she decided firmly. "I have a couch. Maybe I should move."

[Establishy!]