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On Top of the World; May 24 - early am (Yana, Kitty, Bobby)
Topic Started: Dec 27 2013, 10:18 PM (816 Views)
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Life didn't totally suck, Illyana decided.

Granted, she hadn't exactly decided it did, but just a couple of hours earlier, she'd been pretty close to it. She still felt a pang when she thought of the baby she'd envisioned having, but Jamie was right. They could have others someday, ones that would really be theirs, and with him there maybe she could actually get it right. Or...well, maybe not (she still wasn't sure Forge's concerns there didn't have any merit) but they'd deal with that when and if it happened. The big thing was, he was actually here.

Or, well, off to make a call on the webcam thingie to make sure his dupe in the other dimension hadn't disappeared when he'd come here, but that was close enough.

It was amazing, she added on to her previous decision, just how much getting laid could improve your outlook on life.

With a soft giggle she wouldn't have admitted to even if anyone had heard, she collected her hair coloring supplies from the bag she'd brought back from Muir and summoned a stepping disk. Early morning reunions, awesome sex in an actual bed that resulted in only two extra Jamies offering constructive criticism, and the planned re-takeover of the country all added up to one thing.

A gossip session was definitely in order. And so was a makeover.

...Well, okay, that was two things. But considering that she and Pryde could do both at once, she figured the logic still worked. Besides, with Jamie back, she actually cared that her hair looked as if it hadn't been trimmed in a year.

One stopover in Limbo and a reappearance in Kitty's bedroom later, and Yana found herself looking down at a still sleeping Pryde and boyfriend. Who were all tangled up, giving the impression she wasn't the only one who'd gotten lucky during the wee hours of the morning.

She grinned. At least Kitty'd be in a good mood, despite the early morning wake up call. Leaning down, she gave her former roommate's shoulder a squeeze, and, in her best Emma Frost voice (the Prof would've been better, but she couldn't do him as well), said, "Katherine Pryde, I believe you've read the policies regarding entertaining members of the opposite sex in your room?"

...okay, the giggling had probably ruined that. A little. But hopefully Kitty'd be too sleepy to notice immediately.
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There was fog and smoke and a lot of noise. And things were dim. Almost dark. It took her a few seconds to figure out what the noise was. It sounded familiar, but she couldn't see anything so it took her few seconds of trying to peer in confusion through the fog and smoke to realize what it was.

The sound of blasters firing. Not just one, not just two, but a lot. Sentinels. Somewhere in the fog and the smoke and the dark, there were Sentinels.

Kitty's brow creased in her sleep and, in the disjointed dream, she looked around frantically. Tried to catch sight of something familiar that might tell her where she was. What was happening. There was another figure moving in the fog ahead. She could barely make it out, just a vague shape but human sized. Too small to be a Sentinel.

Carefully, she took a step forward, then another, moving closer to that shape. Trying to see who it was. Closer now, and she could almost make it out-

"Katherine Pryde, I believe you've read the policies regarding entertaining members of the opposite sex in your room?" It was Emma?

Eyes blinking open in confusion and registering something - someone - warm right next to her, the brunette peered around blearily. If Emma Frost was creeping around in her room, she was going to phase out her fake boobs and get rid of that surgically corrected nose for her.

"What the hell?" she asked, sitting up and almost choking herself on Bobby's arm before remembering she could phase. Then the mystery cleared itself up as several things happened all at once. First, she spotted Yana. Then she tried to roll her eyes, which was a huge mistake. As was actually sitting up, apparently, since both her head and stomach were rebelling.

"Not funny Yana," she muttered, hands going to the sides of her head to try to keep it from flying to pieces. Since that felt like it could happen any second. "Also ow. Hangovers suck. And why are you giggling? Giggling is not supposed to happen when my head's trying to fall off."

That was it, she was never drinking again. Bad, bad idea. Drinking was bad.
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Noise. There was a noise.

Bobby mumbled a little in his sleep and shifted, wrapping his arm tighter around the warm female body next to his. It wasn't morning yet. Couldn't be, because Kit was still curled up next to him, and she pretty much always woke up before he did. If Flamehead was up to something, he could just...go away, or something, because he was tired and warm and comfortable, and he wasn't -

"Katherine Pryde, I believe you've read the policies regarding entertaining members of the opposite sex in your room?"

Huh? That wasn't Johnny, that was...Bobby was still trying to process why, exactly, Emma was in their room when Kitty said, What the hell?" and sat up. Or tried to, except his arm was there and he hadn't gotten around to moving it yet. And then there was that weird, disorienting feeling he really, really hated which always came when she phased and his arm suddenly wasn't resting on anything, and...

Groaning, he rolled over onto his back and opened his eyes just enough to get some kind of an idea what was going on. And saw a not-Emma blonde standing over them. Giggling.

"Not funny Yana," Kitty mumbled, hands going to her head as if trying to keep it from exploding. "Also ow. Hangovers suck. And why are you giggling? Giggling is not supposed to happen when my head's trying to fall off."

"I locked the door," he mumbled, rubbing at his eyes. Because...well, he had. Just so Flamehead wouldn't barge in, and instead, they now had a teenage (maybe?) blonde girl standing over them. Who sounded like Emma, and who was giggling. And..."Shit," he mumbled, grabbing hold of the covers and tugging them up, just to make sure everything that should be covered, was. Then tried opening his eyes again, to see the blonde in question biting at her lip, looking almost sorry but like she might break out in more giggles any moment.

"Kit?" he asked blearily, hoping she had some kind of explanation for not-Emma blonde girls who somehow came through locked doors to giggle at people and shit, just how much of that wine had they drunk last night, anyway?

"Sorry," the girl who he belatedly picked up on as Illyana said, in a voice that suggested she was anything but. "But you've gotta admit, that was classic." She reached over and touched Kit's shoulder, and added, "Hold that thought a sec, huh?" and muttered something he couldn't make out. Maybe in Yiddish. Did demon sorceresses speak Yiddish? His thoughts went to his Aunt Gladys, and he decided they probably did.

"There, that should fix that," she added in English, which didn't explain anything at all, and then plopped down cross-legged on the bed. Where he'd been sleeping. Well, before the Emma lecture and the giggling...

"Jamie's back!" she exclaimed brightly, looking as if she was settling in for the long haul.

Bobby did the only thing he figured he really could under the circumstances, considering that getting out of bed was kind of out of the question. He pulled the pillow over his head and hoped for the best. Hopefully she wouldn't stay long.
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There was giggling. And groaning, though Kitty was pretty sure that was from Bobby. Who was rolling over and peeking out from his eyelids and apparently also didn't want to be awake. Especially for Yana's Emma impressions.

She didn't want to be awake for Yana's Emma impressions. Or the giggling. It was way too early for giggling and, more importantly, her head was too explode-y for giggling. Toooooo much to drink. Way too much to drink.

Could she blame Bobby and his huge amounts of complimentary beer?

Probably not, Kitty decided, as she tried to physically hold her head together when it wanted to explode into little pieces.

"I locked the door," Bobby mumbled and Kitty forced her head to turn enough to frown at him, despite its protests. What did locking the door have to do with anything? Especially keeping Yana, the teleporter, out?

"Shit," he mumbled again and made a belated grab for the sheet and tugging them upward. Kitty kinda smirked, or the closest thing she could manage. A little late for that, probably, but whatever made him feel better.

Yana didn't look at all sorry, even though she suspected that's what her best friend was going for. Actually, she looked like she might start giggling again. This was definitely way more cheerful than she'd been the last time she saw her. And that hadn't been that long ago.

Maybe she'd had way, way too much alcohol, too.

"Kit?" [Bobby] asked blearily and she kinda shrugged at him as best she could. Since she couldn't think of anything else to do.

"It's Yana. She teleports. You should probably get used to it," she explained, chancing that her head might hold itself together on its own long enough to reach over and pat his arm or his chest or whatever. "It's okay, go back to sleep."

"Sorry," Yana told him, not sounding sorry at all, "But you've gotta admit, that was classic."

Wrinkling her nose, Kitty talked herself out of the head shake she almost did at the last minute. "No, no it's not," she insisted, "It's evil to giggle at your hungover friends." Which, really, should be one of the most obvious things in life from where she sat.

Yana reached over then and put a hand on her shoulder. "Hold that thought a sec, huh?" And there was speaking in strange languages and her head abruptly stopped trying to self-destruct. Man, that was better. Why hadn't she done that to start with? She could've skipped the giggling and just done that.

"There, that should fix that," she added in English as Kitty lowered her arms and gave her a grateful look.

"Thanks. That's much better." Which was good and Kitty was hugely thankful that Yana had gotten rid of the evil hangover before the excited yelling started. Which was what came next.

"Jamie's back!" she exclaimed brightly, much to the brunettes surprise and confusion. Back? Hadn't they just sent him over there? Did they fix him that fast?

Bobby by this point was trying to either hibernate under his pillow or smother himself and Kitty reached over to pat his arm again for good measure.

"Back?" she asked, brow furrowed as she looked over at the other girl. "When did Jamie get back? And how? Is it our Jamie? Did they fix him that fast?"

Yes, a lot of rapid fire questions, but she figured it was only fair after the giggling.
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Oops. Okay, maybe she should've thought this one through a little better, Illyana decided as Kit tried to decapitate herself using her mumbling boyfriend's arm and then insisted on trying to hold her head together with her hands. Party last night, right. Just because she'd left early didn't mean anyone else had.

Still, the imitation had been a classic, right? Even with hangovers, they had to appreciate the effort. And the fact she wasn't checking out Kitty's naked boyfriend, who really should learn to keep the covers up.

He noticed it all on his own, at least, and while mumbling something else she really wasn't interested in hearing right now, tugged them up and covered himself. She pouted a little (just on principle, because really, she hadn't looked. Much.) and then let it go in favor of grinning when Kitty pointed out that he should get used to her popping in and out and patted whatever part of him was closest.

"You really should," she agreed, nodding, then offered up a slightly belated apology, pointing out that Emma Frost imitations were classic. Just in case they might have missed that, due to sleepiness and/or alcohol induced headaches and nausea.

Wrinkling her nose, Kitty talked herself out of the head shake she almost did at the last minute. "No, no it's not," she insisted, "It's evil to giggle at your hungover friends."

Well, that she could do something about. Moreover, she was obviously going to have to do something about it, because there was no way Kitty was going to be any good for gossip sessions or hair dyeing with a hangover. Fortunately, if she could patch Betsy back together after bouts with the guards, hangover remedies should be a no brainer. A few muttered syllables, and voila!

That got Kitty's attention, and she gave her a grateful look. "Thanks. That's much better."

Illyana grinned and blew across her knuckles. "I rock," she pointed out with a nod, then plopped down on the bed to tell Kitty the good news.

There was another groan from her boyfriend, which didn't worry her seeing as he went ahead and pulled a pillow over his head in a definite "not listening" manner, and Kitty patted him again for good measure as she looked over at her, surprised.

"Back?" she asked, brow furrowed as she looked over at the other girl. "When did Jamie get back? And how? Is it our Jamie? Did they fix him that fast?"

Illyana giggled, mostly because Kitty sounded exactly like she had at fourteen, and she was feeling pretty teenager-ish herself this morning. "An hour or so ago," she began. "I kinda lost track. I - well no, not ME, but the other me - brought him, 'cept she mistimed it and got here earlier than she left." And yes, that did deserve a sniff, even though she was glad other!her had goofed, because the timing had been really good from her perspective. "And...umm, not exactly?" She frowned a little at that last part, then shrugged. "I didn't figure they could, though, and he's pretty okay with it. He left a dupe there to be him and came home, because their Hank - the fuzzy one, I mean, not the probably homicidal but they don't know it yet one - kept playing mosquito with the blood tests and stuff. Jamie hates needles," she added, because Kitty probably didn't know that, then leaned back on her arms and grinned.

"Makeup sex is the best," she added. Which got a snort from underneath the pillow, along with a muffled muttering that sounded sort of like "I'm not hearing this," but she wasn't sure.

"Should I de-hangover him too?" she asked Kitty curiously, gesturing towards the muttering, sheet and pillow covered body in question. "He kinda looks like he might suffocate."
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Giggling at your friends, who were hungover and suddenly woken up with impersonations of people you really didn't want wandering into your room in the middle of the night/morning/whatever, was evil. Very evil. Kitty, however, was willing to forgive Yana this time considering she'd cured the hangover that was trying to make her head explode into a lot of tiny pieces.

Better. Much better.

"I rock," Yana insisted with a grin and a nod as she blew on her knuckles. Which required some eyerolling, so it was good she had gotten rid of that hangover. Otherwise, she was pretty sure her eyeballs would've jumped ship entirely.

That, however, was quickly forgotten as Yana suddenly announced that Jamie was back. That was fast. Really fast and it prompted a flurry of questions from the brunette as Bobby tried to either block them out or smother himself with his pillow. Maybe both.

Then Yana giggled. She actually giggled. Maybe she'd had too much to drink, too. "An hour or so ago," she began. "I kinda lost track. I - well no, not ME, but the other me - brought him, 'cept she mistimed it and got here earlier than she left." Going by the sniffing in disdain, this was not something that impressed Yana about her other dimensional self at all. "And...umm, not exactly?" She frowned a little at that last part, then shrugged and Kitty expression turned to a nearly matching frown. So Jamie wasn't exactly fixed. How did you not exactly fix someone? Wasn't that basically the same as not really fixing them at all? "I didn't figure they could, though, and he's pretty okay with it. He left a dupe there to be him and came home, because their Hank - the fuzzy one, I mean, not the probably homicidal but they don't know it yet one - kept playing mosquito with the blood tests and stuff. Jamie hates needles," she added, because Kitty probably didn't know that, then leaned back on her arms and grinned as the brunette nodded slowly.

"And they're okay with that?" she asked, still not quite getting how a dupe was a solution to anything. So, basically, Jamie had jumped ship before they'd had a chance to really probably try much because he didn't like to be poked with needles by fuzzy, formerly dead X-Men. Well, okay then.

"Makeup sex is the best," Yana announced then, and Kitty wrinkled her nose as Bobby mumbled something about not hearing any of this that was mostly muffled by his pillow. Which he wouldn't have been doing if he actually wasn't hearing it, but she understood the sentiment.

"Because that's something I always wanted to know," Kitty countered with a shake of her head and a generally amused half smile. "Thanks for the update. Really."

"Should I de-hangover him too?" Yana asked, motioning toward the sheet and pillow covered form of Bobby. "He kinda looks like he might suffocate."

Considering that for a few seconds, Kitty shrugged. "I don't think that'll fix him having to hear updates on your sex life," the brunette told her, glancing back over toward Bobby again, "but it might at least make him less grumbly about it. So yeah, if you don't mind. It probably wouldn't hurt."

And at least he wouldn't have to go out on missions like that. The time for that couldn't be too far off now.
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It was well and good, Bobby grumbled internally, for Kit to tell him to go back to sleep. He wished he could. He really, really wished he could, given that the cause of his awakening was apparently settling in for the long haul, and the pillow was most definitely not muffling her voice anywhere near enough.

He had a feeling sleep was a thing of the past.

Still, he was happy to bury his head and hope for the best, as he learned that Jamie (Madrox, maybe?) was back from wherever he'd been. The other dimension, maybe, given references to dupes and shots and a fuzzy non-homicidal Hank with needles. Apparently the Jamie in question wasn't fixed (probably a great relief to him, Bobby decided, reflexively crossing his legs) but had come back anyway, via the other Illyana who seemed to be making a habit of popping people back and forth but who still didn't have her timing right.

He let out a soft snort at that, but apparently the pillow muffled better from his side, because neither girl seemed to notice.

"And they're okay with that?" Kit asked, sounding doubtful.

There was a pause, just long enough for him to wonder if just maybe Illyana'd gone off to check, but then she answered. "I'm guessing he didn't ask? It sounded like he just went and found me - well, the other me - when Terry called."

She sounded a little doubtful about that. Or maybe a little awkward. Or maybe both, and for a moment, Bobby considered emerging from under his pillow to see which. But then she shifted, making the bed move a little (which was cruel, because if she was going to insist on waking him up and on talking in a way too perky voice for the condition of his head, she could at least sit still while doing it), and came out with, "Makeup sex is the best,"

Bobby groaned and mumbled, "I am not hearing any of this." Maybe he wasn't. Maybe it was all a weird dream - and when he woke up, say, a couple of hours from now, he could tell Kit about it and she could tease him about an unhealthy preoccupation with Yana's sex life. Yeah, he was going with that. It sounded a lot better than lying here naked under the covers actually hearing about it.

His gilfriend, at least, seemed to be of pretty much the same opinion, despite the fact she was sitting up and chattering about it, except it was obviously a dream so that probably did make sense somehow. "Because that's something I always wanted to know," Kitty countered. "Thanks for the update. Really."

"Oh please," Illyana said, and he could almost hear the smug grin. "Tell me it's not true."

"If I tell you it's true, will you go talk about it somewhere else?" he mumbled hopefully. Because - okay fine, she had a point. But he still didn't want to be hearing about her makeup sex. If he was going to be forced to be awake at this hour of the morning (whatever hour it was, it was obviously way too early), he wanted to be having sex himself, not hearing about someone else's.

Huh. That wasn't a bad thought. Assuming he could manage it without his head exploding...

"Should I de-hangover him too?" Yana asked, and Bobby wondered just how many other hungover people might now be hanging out in their room before he realized she might actually mean him. "He kinda looks like he might suffocate."

There was a pause. "I don't think that'll fix him having to hear updates on your sex life," the brunette told her, glancing back over toward Bobby again, "but it might at least make him less grumbly about it. So yeah, if you don't mind. It probably wouldn't hurt."

Huh? No, he didn't want to be magically de-hangovered. Or magically anything else'd, for that matter, having heard enough stories over the years of how Illyana's spells didn't exactly work reliably on Earth. He started to move the pillow to point that out, but a hand settled on his arm as soon as he'd tugged it out from under the covers, and the maybe-not-Yiddish muttering started again. And...

Huh. Okay, that was apparently one spell she had down to a science (pun intended). No more headache, no more nausea, and so far as he could tell, everything was still where it was supposed to be. And working, to judge by the delayed reaction to being curled up against his half naked girlfriend while her best friend talked about make-up sex like it was some episode of Jerry Springer. Maybe he could convince Kitty to cut the conversation short...?

"How's that?" the best friend in question asked expectantly.

Probably not. Sighing, he pulled the pillow off his face and smiled crookedly at the demon sorceress sitting on his bed, trying hard not to think about anyone's sex life. "Better, thanks." He looked over at Kitty hopefully. "Any chance you can see where my pants ended up?"

If he was a) not going to have a sex life of his own this morning, and B) going to be forced to listen to the details of Yana's, he'd really feel better about doing it not naked. He was old fashioned like that.
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Yep. Always wanted to know about Yana and Jamie's sex life. Really.

Or you know, not. But that didn't seem to be stopping Yana from telling her anyway.

"Oh please," Illyana said, and he could almost hear the smug grin. "Tell me it's not true." Kitty rolled her eyes again and sighed dramatically in an attempt to express just how much she did not want to keep talking about this. Especially with her boyfriend lying right there, trying to smother himself.

"If I tell you it's true, will you go talk about it somewhere else?" [the smothering boyfriend in question] mumbled hopefully and Kitty gave him another pat on the shoulder. Hope sprang eternal. Too bad she had to kill it.

"Nope. She'll just keep talking about it here," she informed him, since it would probably be easier on everybody if he just accepted it now. At least Yana was nice enough to offer to de-hangover him, too. Possibly to keep him from suffocating.

Which she was pretty sure he wasn't actually in danger of if he was still talking, and she was pretty sure it wouldn't fix the issue of him having to listen to her sex life updates. It might make him less grumbly, though, and that was something. So if her best friend didn't mind, she could go ahead and work her magic. Literally.

Yeah, so Bobby might not be thrilled with that, either, but he didn't manage to fight off his pillow soon enough to keep it from happening. Yana leaned over, put a hand on his arm, mumbled whatever language that was (that she probably didn't want to know) again and hopefully took care of that for him.

It was hard to tell since he was still hiding under the pillow.

"How's that?" Yana asked expectantly, getting a sigh from Bobby as he finally got his pillow off his face. "Better, thanks." He looked over at Kitty hopefully. "Any chance you can see where my pants ended up?"

Hmm...good question. One she didn't immediately know the answer to, so she scanned the room as best she could without getting up, including leaning over to peer down beside the bed. "I think your underwear's over here, but I don't see your pants. You did still have them on when we went to bed, right?"

She thought he had, but there'd been a lot of wine by then, so her memory wasn't exactly overly cooperative.
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Kitty could sigh and roll her eyes all she wanted. Illyana knew it was true, and she was sure her former roomie did, too. Makeup sex was definitely the best. Even her boyfriend seemed to agree, if what she heard him mumble from under his pillow was any sign. Or at least, he was willing to agree if she'd agree to go talk about it somewhere else.

Pfft. Right. Like that was happening.

"Nope. She'll just keep talking about it here," Kitty explained to him, proving once again that the brunette understood her better than anyone, ever. Still, if he was going to have to listen to her talk (and he was, there was no doubt about that), the least she could do was to offer to de-hangover him. Besides, his mumbling was kind of a downer. She had no doubt he'd be in a much better mood if he lost the headache.

Not too surprisingly, based on his squirming he wasn't quite sure about the magical hangover cure, but that didn't matter. Kitty'd given her permission, and it was for his own good. A few words, a little outpowering of power, and there. All better.

Hopefully. She asked, just in case. She'd gotten pretty decent at healing spells over the past few years, but there was always a chance...

"Better, thanks." he said as he stopped trying to suffocate himself, then looked over at Kitty hopefully. "Any chance you can see where my pants ended up?"

Illyana's eyebrows shot up, and she grinned over at Kitty. Who, now that she realized it, was wearing what was probably her boyfriend's t-shirt as she leaned over the side of the bed to check the floor. Aww, cute. It did, however, remind her that she should probably return Doug and Vance's t-shirts before Jamie got the wrong idea. She could always steal his now, anyway.

"I think your underwear's over here, but I don't see your pants. You did still have them on when we went to bed, right?"

"Why would he have them on to go to bed?" Illyana asked innocently, trying hard not to grin at the pair with limited success. "Most people take them off before they go to bed." Relenting, she grinned and held her hand out to Kitty's newly unsmothered boyfriend. "By the way, I don't think we've really met - or well, not since I was six. I'm Illyana."

He chuckled. "I sorta figured that out," he acknowledged, then shook her hand, careful not to let the covers fall too far. "Bobby. So, umm, Jamie, huh? Duplicating Jamie?" He turned to Kitty and gave her a pleading look. "And can I Please have my underwear? I don't remember if I was wearing pants last night, but if I don't put something on I'm gonna have to ice up..."

"Oooh, that's a threat." Illyana shivered at the thought, then grinned over at Kitty. "Better do it," she advised. "Ice in the bed's gotta suck."

Turning back to Bobby, she nodded. "Duplicating Jamie," she confirmed, then sighed happily and grinned. "Though he only duped twice, and for once, they kept their opinions to themselves. Life is good."

Which meant it was time for hair coloring, obviously. But maybe not until she harassed Kitty and her boyfriend a little longer. This was just way too much fun.
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Yeaaah. Bobby really didn't know Yana. At all. He might as well accept it now and save himself a lot of trouble. Because, no, she wouldn't go talk about it anywhere else. Even if he agreed that makeup sex was awesome.

She'd just keep talking about it right here. He was doomed.

At least he could get a hangover cure out of it. Even if he might not think he wanted the magical hangover cure in question, and it sort of looked like he didn't, he'd thank her later. Or he'd thank Yana.

Or he'd just want his pants, but at least he wasn't trying to smother himself anymore.

Yana's brows shot upward and her best friend grinned at her as Kitty rolled her eyes. Yeah, yeah. Boyfriend with no clothes. It happened.

Anyway! Pants. A quick look around the room and then down next to the bed didn't give her any more of a clue what'd happened to his pants. His underwear was there, though. Come to think of it, was he still wearing his pants when we went to bed?

"Why would he have them on to go to bed?" Illyana asked innocently, trying hard not to grin at the pair with limited success and Kitty took a moment from pondering the mystery of the pants to wrinkle her nose at the other girl. Very funny. "Most people take them off before they go to bed." Relenting, she grinned and held her hand out to Kitty's newly unsmothered boyfriend. "By the way, I don't think we've really met - or well, not since I was six. I'm Illyana."

Yep. This wasn't a weird situation at all. Actually, it wasn't and what did that say about her life in general, Kitty wondered, as Bobby and Yana made with the meet and greet.

"I sorta figured that out," Bobby acknowledged with a chuckle as he shook Yana's hand and tried to keep his covers from escaping. "Bobby. So, umm, Jamie, huh? Duplicating Jamie?" He turned to Kitty and gave her a pleading look. "And can I Please have my underwear? I don't remember if I was wearing pants last night, but if I don't put something on I'm gonna have to ice up..."

Wrinkling her nose again, Kitty shook her head. "Nuh-uh," she protested mildly enough before leaning over to snatch the underwear in question off the floor.

"Oooh, that's a threat." Illyana shivered at the thought, then grinned over at Kitty. "Better do it," she advised. "Ice in the bed's gotta suck."

Having retrieved the underwear in question, but still not having any idea about the pants, Kitty nodded sagely. "You have no idea," she said seriously, then grinned over at Bobby and held out his requested undergarment.

"Duplicating Jamie," Yana confirmed with a nod, turning back to Bobby. Then she sighed happily and grinned. Man, she was in a good mood, wasn't she? "Though he only duped twice, and for once, they kept their opinions to themselves. Life is good."

Life would be better if she hadn't just had to hear that. Really, it would.

"Ack," Kitty protested, mock-glaring at Yana. "TMI, Yana. Waaaay, TMI. Also? Weirdest way to introduce yourself ever. Does Jamie know you're telling people this stuff?"

Hi, I'm Yana, my boyfriend clones himself during sex. Jeez. Some things really weren't for sharing. Eventually she might even convince Yana of this.
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Seriously (or alright, almost seriously), who went to bed with their pants on?

Not counting the camp, she corrected, as she watched Kitty wrinkle her nose at her. But really, there wasn't a whole lot of choice, there. If you had one?

Yeah, her boyfriend's pants were probably long gone.

Thinking of the pantsless boyfiend made her remember her manners, though, and she held out a hand to do introductions. Or re-introductions, considering she'd met him when she was six, but he probably didn't remember the occasion much better than she did.

"I sorta figured that out," he said, chuckling, as one hand grasped at the covers as if he was afraid she'd pull them down and the other extended to shake hers. "Bobby. So, umm, Jamie, huh? Duplicating Jamie?" He turned to Kitty and gave her a pleading look. "And can I Please have my underwear? I don't remember if I was wearing pants last night, but if I don't put something on I'm gonna have to ice up..."

Kitty wrinkled her nose again, and shook her head, adding a "Nuh-uh" as she leaned down to retrieve the underwear. Illyana couldn't blame her. As she pointed out, ice in bed had to suck. Probably even more than dupes. At least they were warm.

Kitty nodded sagely, apparently having had experience with it already. "You have no idea," she said seriously, then grinned at her boyfiend as she held out the underwear (blue), which he snatched from her with a wrinkled nose of his own.

"What happened to 'It's no big deal?'" he asked, grinning back, and Illyana laughed. "What else could she say?" she pointed out, then went ahead and answered his question. Yes, duplicating Jamie. Who, fortunately, hadn't much duplicated this morning. Life was good.

"Ack," Kitty protested, mock-glaring at Yana. "TMI, Yana. Waaaay, TMI. Also? Weirdest way to introduce yourself ever. Does Jamie know you're telling people this stuff?"

"Hey, he asked!" she protested, gesturing towards the ask-ee, who seemed to be trying to put on his underwear while still under the covers. "Besides, you're the one talking about ice in bed. Waaaay kinkier." She nodded decisively, then paused for a moment, considering. "And yeah, he probably does," she guessed. "I mean, it's not like people never ask, and-"

"Aaaand on that note, I'm out of here," Bobby said, his face turning a shade of pink that had nothing to do with the temperature in the room. He leaned over and gave Kitty a quick kiss, then smiled at her. "You guys have fun discussing whatever, I'm gonna go take a shower. Catch up with me later?"

Illyana, still leaning back on her hands, looked up at the ceiling and waited. Hair dyeing could wait until cute moments were over. In the meantime, she needed to figure out how she wanted her hair cut, anyway.
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Ice in the bed? Yeah, not fun and really, really cold. Also, not a great surprise in the middle of the night, either. Yana had no idea.

Which, apparently, didn't meat with Bobby's approval as he snatched his underwear out of her hand and wrinkled his nose back at her. "What happened to 'It's no big deal?'" he asked, grinning back, and Illyana laughed. "What else could she say?"

"It's only no big deal when you don't do it on purpose," Kitty pointed out with a return grin, proving that there was definitely something else she could say.

So did Yana, unfortunately, since that got her waaaaay more information than she'd ever wanted about her sex life with Jamie. And Jamies dupes. Man. Yeah. That was...

Way, way TMI. Also the weirdest way to introduce yourself to someone ever and in this bunch of people that tended to say hello by doing stuff like hitting you with buildings or setting you on fire. Seriously, did Jamie know she was telling people all about this? Because he didn't really seem the type to want his sex life advertised.

Though, come to think of it, with all the apparently absorbed other Jamie stuff, maybe he did want it now?

"Hey, he asked!" she protested, gesturing towards the ask-ee, who seemed to be trying to put on his underwear while still under the covers. "Besides, you're the one talking about ice in bed. Waaaay kinkier." She nodded decisively, then paused for a moment, considering. "And yeah, he probably does," she guessed. "I mean, it's not like people never ask, and-" Arrrrgh! What about TMI didn't she get?

"Aaaand on that note, I'm out of here," Bobby said, his face turning a shade of pink that had nothing to do with the temperature in the room. He leaned over and gave Kitty a quick kiss, then smiled at her. "You guys have fun discussing whatever, I'm gonna go take a shower. Catch up with me later?"

Kissing him back quick, she smiled and nodded. "Count on it. If you're lucky, I may have even found your pants by then."

With a wink, she turned back to Yana. Who was staring at the ceiling now. Great. She had to hear about sex with the duping Jamies but Yana didn't wanna see her kiss her boyfriend?

"It's safe to look now," she told the other girl with a roll of her eyes. "We're not kissing anymore."
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Oh sure. Now she had to decide that ice in bed was a serious problem. Despite knowing that she was saying it just to counter Illyana's comment, he couldn't help but point out that she had reassured him, more than once, that it was no big deal.

Illyana pointed out, presumably in an attempt to be helpful (to who, he wasn't sure) that she really couldn't have said anything else, but Kitty grinned over at him, apparently determined to prove her wrong. "It's only no big deal when you don't do it on purpose," she said.

"Hey, would I ever - no, on second thought, don't answer that," he replied, holding up a hand to forestall any list of "times Bobby could help it and still caused there to be ice in bed". Which wouldn't be that long, but still. No list required, thanks.

A moment later, when he'd learned more about Illyana's sex life than he'd ever wanted to know, he was wishing he'd gone ahead and let Kit make her list. Cutting her off before she could really get going (because honestly, he wasn't sure he'd be able to get a word in once she did), he made his excuses and prepared to leave, expressing his hope that Kit would catch up with him later. Or sooner. Sooner would be really good, actually.

Kit kissed him back, then smiled and nodded. "Count on it. If you're lucky, I may have even found your pants by then."

"Or, y'know, not," he whispered, then winked back at her as he waggled his eyebrows, grinned, and slipped out of bed. "Nice re-meeting you," he added to Illyana, who was staring determinedly at the ceiling. Something Kitty'd apparently noticed as well, because she rolled her eyes and said, "It's safe to look now. We're not kissing anymore."

"Hey, I was trying to do the whole privacy thing," the demon sorceress pointed out as she aimed a wave in his general direction. "But y'know, if you want me checking out your boyfriend in his underwear, I'm okay with that."

Yeah, definitely time to get out, Bobby told himself firmly, and with one last wave to Kitty as he crossed the room, slipped out the door before he could hear his girlfriend's response. He had a feeling that if he stuck around, Illyana'd offer to rate him next, and that kind of embarassment he really, really didn't need.
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Yeah, the ice in bed thing came with some conditions. The main one being, it had to be not on purpose. Icing up in bed because she couldn't locate his pants was definitely on purpose.

"Hey, would I ever - no, on second thought, don't answer that," he replied wisely, because yes. She could produce instance. Probably a list of instances. Possibly a pretty long one.

Then Yana kind of blotted that out of everyone's brain with more info on her and Jamie's sex life than anyone needed and Bobby settled for his underwear in lieu of pants. And apparently decided it was also shower time, but Kitty suspected that was just a ruse so he wouldn't have to hear any more Sex Stories of the Duping Jamies.

At least the kiss was a nice though and she'd definitely catch up to him later. If he was lucky. If he was even luckier, she might've also located his lost pants by then.

"Or, y'know, not," he whispered and she wrinkled her nose playfully at him as he waggled his eyebrows and grinned. Guys. He said by to Yana and, yeah, they were done now. She could stop staring at the ceiling. Or pretending to stare at the ceiling. It was safe.

"Hey, I was trying to do the whole privacy thing," the demon sorceress pointed out as she aimed a wave in his general direction. "But y'know, if you want me checking out your boyfriend in his underwear, I'm okay with that." Oh please.

Grinning, Kitty shrugged. "Hey, it's not like he'll care. His whole costume was underwear for a while. Just ask him." He was the one always pointing that out to her, right? So it seemed only fair to point it out to other people. Plus, it was basically true. Those briefs looked like they could've definitely been Fruit of the Loom.

"So what'd you do with Jamie?" she asked curiously and with that same grin, "leave him somewhere passed out with his dupes while you dropped by to tell me you had sex?"
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What, it was TMI if she talked about sex, but it was totally okay if she watched Kitty and the ice guy make out on their bed? Please. She had some class, or at least, she could fake it when needed. She also other stuff to think about (and in some cases, not think about) so staring up at the ceiling instead of at her former roomie's butt wasn't a huge hardship. Even if she had snitched a peek as he climbed out of bed.

Not bad.

Kitty just shrugged and grinned over at her when she pointed out the whole privacy concept. "Hey, it's not like he'll care. His whole costume was underwear for a while. Just ask him."

Illyana grinned back. "Actually, I remember that," she admitted. Not the details, obviously - she'd been six, after all - but the fact that one of her brother's friends changed to ice, and that he hadn't been wearing much. Mostly, she had to admit, because he'd been carrying her and it had been cold, but still. On the other hand... she frowned a little, and eyed Kitty curiously. "Didn't he have boots, too? I thought I remembered boots."

"So what'd you do with Jamie?" she asked curiously and with that same grin, "leave him somewhere passed out with his dupes while you dropped by to tell me you had sex?"

Illyana rolled her eyes, and leaned forward to prop her elbows on her knees. "Serve you right if I said yes," she pointed out, "but no. He went to go call the other dimension to find out if the dupe he left there was still, y'know, there." She wrinkled her nose a little, considering. "He should be, I think - I've never heard of any of his dupes just popping out of existence - but he's never left one behind in another dimension, either." She shrugged and grinned, and added, "Actually, telling you about my sex life was just a bonus. I came to ask a favor. If, y'know, you're not too tired after partying all night?"

It must've been one hell of a party, after she'd left. She was actually sorry she'd missed it, even if she really hadn't been in the mood, anyway.
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