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| On Top of the World; May 24 - early am (Yana, Kitty, Bobby) | |
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| Kitty Pryde | Mar 27 2014, 05:27 PM Post #46 |
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Yeah, she kind of got what Yana was saying. Sometimes it was almost easier to talk to someone you didn't know as well. Kitty had never quite figured out why that was, but it was still true. Though...Yana had taken Terry with her? Seriously? Because that would've been about the last person she'd have expected ever. Yana sorta snort-laughed at her, which Kitty ignored since it seemed like a perfectly reasonable question to her, then shot her a slightly off-kilter grin. "Yeah. I'm still trying to figure that out, myself. It was one of those 'it made sense at the time' things, y'know?" Kitty nodded slowly, still frowning a little. That, yeah, maybe that did make a kind of sense, except it was still Terry and she'd thought Yana kind of hated her. Apparently not, though, and well if that's what had worked for her, it was okay. Really, the most important thing was that Yana was okay. Which the brunette still wasn't sure she was so she had to ask, putting the hair styling aside for a minute as she met her best friends eyes in the mirror. The other girl shrugged, which didn't exactly scream 'oh yeah, I'm great', but then she hadn't really expected that. "I'm telling myself I am? That's close enough, right?" She sighed and shook her head as Kitty frowned a little again. Actually, it was kinda the opposite. At least for her. Just telling herself she was okay had never worked all that great. "I mean, I know Forge was right - I'm really not ready to be a mom. Not now." She paused a moment, then added, "Maybe not ever, y'know? I'm not exactly the stuff great moms are made of." That wasn't something the teenager was sure she agreed with, but now wasn't really the time for that argument. Though she guessed passing on rulership of Limbo wasn't exactly the legacy you wanted to leave your kids. She'd thought about that herself more then once. "It turned out it wasn't even Jamie's. Moira did the test, figuring I might change my mind and want to know. So..." Biting her lip as her friend trailed off, Kitty nodded again. "Yeah, that-" she started, then wasn't sure what to finish with. 'That was a really good reason not to keep it' would make her sound like probably the most insensitive person ever, but she couldn't help it. The idea that it was a guard's still made her feel a little queasy herself. Yana's eyes found hers in the mirror again as Kitty gave her shoulder another squeeze in lieu of knowing what else to do. "I did the right thing, right? I figure I probably did - it sucks too much to be the wrong one." It wasn't an easy question. Probably not one she should even try to answer, because it hadn't been her decision. But Kitty pursed her lips and thought about it for a second, all the same. It was a mess and it was awful and it wasn't a decision anybody should ever have to make. A long time ago, though, she'd figured out that life wasn't really fair and people had to make decisions they didn't want to, but needed to, all the time. "Yeah," she finally said, nodding and still meeting Yana's gaze. "Yeah, I think you did, for a lot of reasons." In her place, Kitty knew it wouldn't even have been a question for her. It couldn't have been. But that also didn't mean it would've been easy, either. "I think...well, I think it'd be good to have time to deal with the other stuff before having to deal with a baby. Because once they're there, it's all about them and it kind of has to be. I couldn't do it, that's for sure. You deserve some time to work your own stuff out." And any kids deserved parents who didn't have their own problems constantly getting in the way. Could any of them - the ones like her and Yana and the others fresh from the Camps or who hadn't dealt with all the crap this had dumped on them - really say they could manage that right now? |
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| Magik | Mar 31 2014, 05:21 PM Post #47 |
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What IS an unseelie bitch, anyway?
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If she told herself she was okay with it, eventually she would be. She knew that; she'd done it with plenty of things over the years. With her time in Limbo, with the Inferno, with the deaths of most of her friends. It would work with this, too - she just needed to acknowledge it, remind herself that sometimes, far too often, shit sucked and there wasn't much you could do about it, and stuff it away. She'd do it with this, too, and eventually it would work. It just hadn't, yet. Knowing she wasn't ready for a child; that she could acknowledge, despite the pang she felt at the thought. Knowing that, given who she was, what she was, she might never be mom material - that was harder. It was easy for Jamie to say they could try again whenever she wanted; far more difficult to explain to him (and she'd have to eventually, she knew that, but not now) that "later" likely wouldn't be any better a time. At least, she reminded herself, this one hadn't been his. She wasn't sure if she could have forgiven herself that, at all. Kitty nodded, biting her lip, and began with, "Yeah, that-" then broke off awkwardly. Mouth quicking just a little to one side, Yana nodded. Yeah, she didn't have to finish that sentence - knowing the father was one of the guards was the one thing that had made it easier to go through with the abortion. It was the fact that the other parent was her that still made her want to spontaneously burst into tears when she thought about it too much. Still, she'd done the right thing. She must have. It hurt way too much to have been the wrong one, but she still asked the question, hoping her friend would agree. Kitty, like Forge, had always been better with the "rights" and "wrongs" of things than she was. "Yeah," she finally said, nodding and still meeting Yana's gaze. "Yeah, I think you did, for a lot of reasons." Illyana nodded, chewing at her lip a little as she dropped her eyes down from the mirror. "I think...well, I think it'd be good to have time to deal with the other stuff before having to deal with a baby. Because once they're there, it's all about them and it kind of has to be. I couldn't do it, that's for sure. You deserve some time to work your own stuff out." Illyana frowned, puzzled by the references to stuff she had to deal with, to work out. Her relationship with Jamie? That, she had to admit, was probably going to be interesting for a while, but that had happened before, just not to this extent. Beyond that... Oh. The camp. Yana nodded acknowledgement, for once recognizing before she said it aloud that it would be incredibly tactless to point out that while the camp had sucked, she wasn't really having any trouble coming to grips with it, either. "Probably," she admitted instead, because overall the advice was good, then looked back up at the mirror, offering a faint half smile. "How're you doing with that?" she asked. "I forgot to tell you I asked Vance about Doc Sampson, but then I was pretty sure I saw him at the party last night just before I popped out and figured you probably did, too. Did you decide yet if you wanted to talk to him?" It was a change of subject, yeah, but really, talking about Kitty's problems seemed a whole lot more appealing than thinking about hers. |
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| Kitty Pryde | Apr 3 2014, 08:18 PM Post #48 |
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It wasn't really for her to say whether Yana had done the right thing or not. In the end, that was for Yana to decide. No matter what she thought, or what she knew would be right for her, it didn't necessarily mean that was the same for her friend. She had to make her own decisions and it sounded like she had, even though she also didn't sound all that happy about it. Kitty wasn't even completely sure she should have an opinion, but she guessed she did and if it would help her best friend deal with all this then she could at least tell her what it was. Yeah, considering the circumstances and everything, she thought Illyana had done the right thing. For a lot of reasons. Health issues for the baby, the issue of the father, Illyana's own stuff that she needed to deal with. Maybe that last one, most of all. Dealing with the other stuff before dealing with a whole other person who was totally dependent on you sounded like a really good idea. Since once that other person was around, it was all about them. It kind of had to be all about them. It wasn't something she could do herself, Kitty knew, and Yana deserved time to work on herself before having to take second place to a tiny, helpless, totally dependent person. It wasn't like there wasn't time later for that, or that all of them probably wouldn't be in a better place later, if everything went the way they hoped. Yana frowned and looked a little confused and Kitty tried to figure out what in all that that she'd said that wouldn't make sense. Heck, maybe none of it. It wasn't really something she was that great at, talking about stuff like this. But then Yana nodded, so maybe it'd made some sense at least. "Probably," she admitted instead, because overall the advice was good, then looked back up at the mirror, offering a faint half smile. "How're you doing with that?" she asked and Kitty smiled and shrugged a little. She'd definitely been worse, so that was progress, right? "I forgot to tell you I asked Vance about Doc Sampson, but then I was pretty sure I saw him at the party last night just before I popped out and figured you probably did, too. Did you decide yet if you wanted to talk to him?" Kitty sighed and reached over for the scissors again. "So how crazy does Vance think I am now?" she couldn't help asking with a wry-ish smile. Then she shrugged again and looked back at the sketch for reference. "Yeah, I think I kinda do. I just...haven't actually got up the nerve to talk to him or anything yet. Not even to ask if he had time to work me in or something." She was...working her way up to it. Or something like that. |
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| Magik | Apr 6 2014, 06:35 PM Post #49 |
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What IS an unseelie bitch, anyway?
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Did she have things to work through? Probably, she had to admit. Possibly not the ones her friend was referring to, but, well, there were things. The situation with Jamie. Her feelings of guilt over the Inferno, which lingered despite Forge's assurances that she wasn't the one at fault - or at least, that she didn't have primary responsibility for it all. Her time in Limbo as a child. What she'd become, as a result of it. No, her friend might not have the "what" right, as far as what she needed to deal with before considering motherhood. But that didn't make the overall sentiment any less true. Enough on that, though, she decided as she smiled faintly at the mirror. Any more, and she was likely to start crying again, and she'd done more than enough of that already. Instead, she changed the topic over to how Kitty was dealing with everything. The smile and shrug her former roommate offered as a response wasn't all that reassuring - she knew Pryde too well to read more into that than the other girl likely meant - but newly reminded, she offered up that she had asked Vance about Doc Sampson's whereabouts. Unfortunately, by the time she'd remembered to pass on the info, the green haired man had shown up at the party, and Kitty'd likely seen him herself, but hey, at least she'd remembered to ask. Whether or not the younger girl had decided to talk to him was another story entirely. A sigh was the immediately response, followed by, "So how crazy does Vance think I am now?" with a humorless smile. Illyana grinned. That, she could offer reassurances about, at least. "Not at all," she replied, smiling smugly at the mirror. "I told him I thought Doug should talk to him about his caffeine addiction before he OD's." Frowning just a little, she raised her eyebrows. "Can you OD on caffeine? I told Vance I figued you could, but I'm honestly not sure." It was a drug, right? Even if it didn't come with a warning label or anything. If nothing else, she figured that one of these days Ramsey was going to start hallucinating due to lack of sleep, so talking to a psychiatrist probably wouldn't hurt either way. Kitty, meanwhile, was looking down at the sketch, and answered her other question. "Yeah, I think I kinda do. I just...haven't actually got up the nerve to talk to him or anything yet. Not even to ask if he had time to work me in or something." Illyana's eyebrows climbed higher, and she offered a smile that was half reassuring, half skeptical (or what she hoped was, at least). "What are you worried about him doing?" she asked. "I mean, I really don't think the guy's going to chew you out or anything. I got the impression from Vance he was pretty laid back." Cocking her head a little (and hoping after she'd done so that Kitty hadn't been on the verge of actually cutting anything), she dropped her eyebrows and took on a more serious expression. "Seriously, if you want me to talk to him and set something up, I will. Or, y'know, there's always Moira." Who...yeah, of the two? From what she'd heard, Moira was considerably more likely to yell. But it was another option, at least. |
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| Kitty Pryde | Apr 8 2014, 10:18 PM Post #50 |
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So, she'd talked to Vance about Doc Samson, which was good. Now Vance probably thought she was nuts, which was maybe not so good. Not that she really knew Vance to speak of, but yeah. Just how crazy did he probably think she was right now? Of course, Yana just grinned at her. Yep, grin at her nervous idiocy. It was all good. "Not at all," she replied, smiling smugly at the mirror. "I told him I thought Doug should talk to him about his caffeine addiction before he OD's." OKay, that was good and Kitty let out a soft snerk of amusement, which meant Yana went over to a frown now, brows lifting. "Can you OD on caffeine? I told Vance I figured you could, but I'm honestly not sure." Looking a little thoughtful herself now, Kitty snipped a little more then shrugged before moving onto the next section of hair. "If anybody can, it's Doug. So I'm going with yes on that one." Actually, if he hadn't already at least half a dozen times, she'd be surprised. Those No-Doze were tough at high doses, and she didn't doubt that Doug took them in some've the highest doses imaginable. And she did still want to talk to Doc Samson, but she hadn't managed to get up the nerve to do it. Or to even ask for an appointment. Yeah, she was lame and cowardly. At least about this, apparently. Hopefully, she could work her way up to it or something. Or not, since Yana's eyebrows were trying to climb off her head now, though there was a kinda sorta reassuring smile happening there. With maybe a healthy does of skeptical. "What are you worried about him doing?" she asked. "I mean, I really don't think the guy's going to chew you out or anything. I got the impression from Vance he was pretty laid back." Cocking her head a little (and hoping after she'd done so that Kitty hadn't been on the verge of actually cutting anything), she dropped her eyebrows and took on a more serious expression. "Seriously, if you want me to talk to him and set something up, I will. Or, y'know, there's always Moira." Oh jeez, there was a choice. Half-wrinkling her nose, the brunette paused before making another cut, thinking that over. Actually, say what you wanted about Moira, she was kind of awesome with stuff. And not as hard to really talk to as you might think. On the other hand, she was a biologist and geneticist, not a psychologist. "Thanks, but I should probably do it, huh?" It wasn't a question she really needed an answer for, because she already knew it, but she put it out there all the same. "And, hey, you never know about Doc Samson," Kitty added with a lopsided grin. "He's been all gamma irradiated. Those guys are unpredictable sometimes. There could be yelling. Or karaoke. You totally missed She-Hulk and Doc Samson karaoke." Which would probably be better than yelling, or raging gamma irradiated people in general. That never tended to end up in a way anybody was happy with. |
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| Magik | Apr 12 2014, 02:20 PM Post #51 |
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Nope, Vance wasn't going to think Kitty was nuts. At all. Just that Doug was an addict. Which - well, if he didn't realize that already? They weren't half as good of friends as they seemed to think they were. Honestly, she still wasn't at all sure that they weren't more than that, and just hiding it for some reason she couldn't quite figure out. It wasn't like Roberto was around to make stupid comments, and she honestly didn't think anyone she'd met with the Resistance would care. But either way, her discussion with Vance had raised a question she wasn't quite sure of the answer to. Could you actually OD on caffeine? It was a legal substance and all, yeah, but she wasn't sure that anyone in history had taken in as much of it in a 72 hour period as she'd witnessed Doug doing over the past few days. Kitty looked as if she were giving that some serious thought, which at least meant it wasn't a stupid question, then shrugged. "If anybody can, it's Doug. So I'm going with yes on that one." Illyana nodded, just a little smugly, then let the conversation switch over to the rest of what Kitty'd said. Somehow, she didn't think Doc Sampson was anyone to be afraid of. From what she'd heard, the guy was pretty laid back, and if Kitty didn't like him, she could always go talk to Moira or something. Who, well, wasn't exactly laid back, but who was a pretty decent listener anyway. But if she just felt awkward making her own appointment, it wouldn't be a big deal for her to talk to the guy and set something up. Kitty's nose wrinkled at that, and she continued cutting a little while she considered that. "Thanks, but I should probably do it, huh?" she asked finally. Illyana just shrugged a little in response. She didn't suppose it really mattered all that much who made the appointment, but if the other girl felt that she should, then she probably should. "And, hey, you never know about Doc Samson," Kitty added with a lopsided grin. "He's been all gamma irradiated. Those guys are unpredictable sometimes. There could be yelling. Or karaoke. You totally missed She-Hulk and Doc Samson karaoke." "She-Hulk did karaoke?" she replied, eyebrows raising again as she grinned. "Okay, I'd've liked to have seen that. Who else -" she paused, and gave her former roommate a 'look' by way of the mirror. "You're trying to change the subject," she pointed out, wagging her finger at her, then grinned again. "Though if he does start singing karaoke during an appointment, I may have to sign up for one myself. I'd hate to miss that." It was bad enough she'd missed karaoke the night before. She'd always wanted to do that. They really should do it again sometime after all the fighting was over. |
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| Kitty Pryde | Apr 13 2014, 12:01 AM Post #52 |
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The first step was admitting you needed help. Or something like that, right? Whatever it was, Kitty was pretty sure that making her own appointment with Doc Samson was at least a start. If she couldn't do that, how the heck was she gonna actually manage to talk to him? Still, it was nice of Yana to offer, Kitty decided, as she got on with the hair trimming. And you never really knew about Doc Samson, or the Hulk type people in general. They were full of gamma radiation and probably at least a little unpredictable (though the most unpredictable thing she'd seen She-Hulk ever do was hug Constrictor, admittedly). There could be yelling. Or singing. Based on what she'd seen last night, singing might actually be more likely. Yana had totally missed the Doc Samson and She-Hulk karaoke. They'd actually been really good. ANd had a lot of lung power. A really, really lot of lung power. "She-Hulk did karaoke?" she replied, eyebrows raising again as she grinned. "Okay, I'd've liked to have seen that. Who else -" she paused, and gave her former roommate a 'look' by way of the mirror. "You're trying to change the subject," she pointed out and Kitty wrinkled her nose at her former roommate again. "Only a little," she admitted with a sheepish grin. Yeah, obviously she hadn't gain the powers of subtle like she'd been hoping. Now Yana was waggling her finger at her, but then the other girl grinned again. "Though if he does start singing karaoke during an appointment, I may have to sign up for one myself. I'd hate to miss that." Letting out a laugh, Kitty had to pause in the trimming, just in case it didn't mix well with laughter and Yana ended up lopsided or something. "Well, it'd definitely be a new kind of therapy, right?" Who knew, it might get him a few more clients. "But yeah, he and She-Hulk did Livin' On A Prayer. They were good. Lot's of people sang, but some of them you'd probably be glad you missed." Shrugging again, she went back to trimming, "And I wasn't changing the subject much, I just don't have any idea what I'll say when I actually talk to him. I'm afraid I'll just sit there and stare at him blankly or something, y'know?" |
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| Magik | Apr 13 2014, 05:08 PM Post #53 |
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Doc Sampson and She-Hulk had sung karaoke, and she'd missed it. That sucked. She liked karaoke. Or at least, she'd always wanted to get up and try karaoke somewhere that wasn't the rec room of the mansion at age fourteen, with Doug and Dani making a show out of covering their ears. And now she'd... And now she'd let Kitty sidetrack her from the current topic of conversation. Which was not the green haired psychiatrists prowess at karaoke, but what, exactly, her friend was afraid he was going to do instead of sing. She pointed that out, wagging her finger at her former roommate's reflection, then relenting as Kitty gave her a sheepish grin and admit that she might have been changing the topic. A little. Yeah, well, okay. She'd have done the same thing. Besides, if Doc Sampson did sing during appointments, she might want to sign up for one herself. She'd hate to miss that twice. Kitty let out a laugh at that, pausing in her hair cutting for a moment. "Well, it'd definitely be a new kind of therapy, right? But yeah, he and She-Hulk did Livin' On A Prayer. They were good. Lot's of people sang, but some of them you'd probably be glad you missed." Mmmm, probably true, though she wasn't sure it was possible to get worse than Warlock singing karaoke, and she'd managed to live through that. Once. She still wasn't altogether sure she'd have survived a second song, but her alien teammate had been happy to turn over the mic after his turn, so fortunately she hadn't had to find out. In the meantime, Kitty was shrugging again, and Illyana felt the scissors resume snipping at her hair. "And I wasn't changing the subject much, I just don't have any idea what I'll say when I actually talk to him. I'm afraid I'll just sit there and stare at him blankly or something, y'know?" "Well, what do you want to say to him?" Illyana asked, genuinely curious. "I mean, topic-wise, not actual...y'know, content." She gestured towards her sketch pad with a "gimme" type of gesture. "If you give me some paper, I'll make a list. Then you'll have prompts or something." It could work, she figured. Didn't psychiatrists always have you make lists of things, with pros and cons and stuff like that? Or was that school counselors? She'd never been quite sure what the difference was, but she was willing to bet it might work anyway. |
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| Kitty Pryde | Apr 15 2014, 02:10 PM Post #54 |
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Singing psychotherapy. It might work, Kitty mused as she paused in the hair cutting to consider that. Probably somewhere, someone had even tried it already. Might not be so bad if Doctor Samson did all the singing. He and She-Hulk had done really good during karaoke. So had lots of other people. Some not so much, which was where she'd be herself, Kitty was sure, if she was gonna be expected to sing her own therapy or something. Yana looked like she was maybe actually thinking over the horrors of bad karaoke there for a second. Right before accusing her of trying to change the subject. Which she hadn't been. Much. It just happened and, well, she really didn't have any clue at all what she'd say when she actually got up the nerve to talk to the Resistance's resident psychiatrist. Right now, she was having horrible visions of just sitting there like a moron, staring blankly and forgetting how to talk. Especially since none of that stuff was exactly easy or fun to talk about. To anyone. So, yeah, it fell under the 'escape subject change clause' or something. "Well, what do you want to say to him?" Illyana asked, genuinely curious. "I mean, topic-wise, not actual...y'know, content." She gestured towards her sketch pad with a "gimme" type of gesture. "If you give me some paper, I'll make a list. Then you'll have prompts or something." Frowning a little, Kitty reached over for the pad and searched around for a pen for a second before coming up with one of those, too. Turning back around, she held them out to Yana. "A list?" she couldn't help but ask, maybe a little skeptically. "Like you do when you go get groceries?" A list of crap to talk to a therapist about. It probably wasn't a bad idea, but it seemed a little weird. At this point, though, she was ready to try most anything, so she just shrugged a little and reached for the scissors again. "That's part of the problem, I guess," she admitted, focusing her attention on trimming again, since that seemed to make it a little easier. "I don't have the first clue where to start. Or how to start. Just...stuff. I want to talk to him about stuff. All sorts of stuff." Did it need to be a detailed list? A general list? What sort of headings would she use? 'Things Kitty really really didn't like'? 'Things Kitty Would Like To Stop Thinking About Now'? Uggh, why was even a list this hard? |
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| Magik | Apr 15 2014, 02:50 PM Post #55 |
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What Kitty needed, Illyana decided as she considered her friend's problem, was a list. Lists were good, right? Doug swore by them. That way, if for some reason she found herself sitting on Doc Sampson's couch staring into space, she could look down and, well, pick a topic or something. It couldn't hurt, anyway. "A list?" Pryde answered doubtfully. "Like you do when you go get groceries?" "Well, more like a "things to do" list, I guess," Illyana replied as she set the pad down on her lap and popped the pen open. "Reading off a list of groceries would be kind of weird." She grinned, though, and looked back up at the mirror. "Though if you do? See if he can get some more Nilla wafers? I sort of went through the box already." Which was totally justified, she figured. Traumatic medical procedures (okay, it hadn't been all that traumatizing, but that was besides the point) definitely required binge junk food eating. Besides, she'd shared with her fellow middle-of-the-night Monopoly players. It had to count for something. Not the point at the moment, though, and she watched as Kitty turned her attention back to her hair. "I don't have the first clue where to start. Or how to start. Just...stuff. I want to talk to him about stuff. All sorts of stuff." "Well, that's a start, kinda," the blonde said encouragingly, writing "Stuff Kitty Wants To Talk About" on the top of the page in full heading-type cursive, complete with curls at the end of the words. There. The paper wasn't blank anymore. That always helped her. "Name a 'stuff' and I'll write it down. You can always re-order them later or whatever. Here, I'll start." Chewing at her lip, she added a bullet point, then wrote, "My best friend wakes me and my boyfriend up at ungodly hours of the morning to tell me about her sex life." Probably really not one of the items, but hey. At least it was a non-threatening place to start. Kitty could work her way up to the tougher stuff. |
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| Kitty Pryde | Apr 18 2014, 12:41 AM Post #56 |
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Sooooo, they were gonna do a 'Kitty's Mental Issues' list? Like you made a list for groceries? "Well, more like a "things to do" list, I guess," Illyana replied as she set the pad down on her lap and popped the pen open. "Reading off a list of groceries would be kind of weird." She grinned, though, and looked back up at the mirror. "Though if you do? See if he can get some more Nilla wafers? I sort of went through the box already." Letting out a little bit of a laugh, Kitty rolled her eyes. "I'm not sure how Doc Samson would get you Nilla Wafers, but I'll keep it in mind if it comes up. You'd probably be better off just sending a message to other you, though, to send more supplies," she pointed out as she kept going with the trimming, moving on to another section. Yana was trying to help, and she appreciated it. She just wasn't entirely sure how she was supposed to write stuff down that she already had problems talking about. Or even thinking about. If she could do that and sort it that easy, well, she probably wouldn't need to see Doc Samson. Still, she was willing to give it a try. If she could figure out where the heck to start, anyway. There was just...stuff. Stuff she couldn't sort from other stuff, stuff she wasn't sure she could even find words for. Stuff she felt completely silly for. Just all sorts of stuff. Which, yeah, wouldn't be all that helpful, would it? "Well, that's a start, kinda," the blonde said encouragingly, writing "Stuff Kitty Wants To Talk About" on the top of the page in full heading-type cursive, complete with curls at the end of the words. She sounded a lot more sure about that than Kitty felt herself. "Name a 'stuff' and I'll write it down. You can always re-order them later or whatever. Here, I'll start." Chewing at her lip, she added a bullet point, then wrote, "My best friend wakes me and my boyfriend up at ungodly hours of the morning to tell me about her sex life." Yeah, this was the part where she kinda tended to draw a blank or freeze up or just stutter and babble nonsense. "Oh yeah, that's majorly traumatizing," she agreed with a smirk and an nod. "I may never recover. I'm not sure even psychiatric help can fix that." Rolling her eyes again, Kitty shook her head just because and then let out a breath. Okay, probably should try to come up with some sort of answer for the list. Maybe. "Ummm...stuff about the Camp, I guess," she settled on with a shrug. That should probably have it's own subcategory, but it was a start. |
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| Magik | Apr 18 2014, 09:14 PM Post #57 |
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No, she didn't suppose making a grocery list would help - not that she really thought that was exactly what her friend had meant. Still, if for some reason Kitty decided to recite some sort of wish list for the grocery store, she did hope she'd remember to tack on another box of Nilla Wafers. Somehow, hers had already miraculously disappeared. She was blaming the healers' newest recruit. Obviously, it wasn't her fault at all. That earned a feeble laugh and an eyeroll from her obviously still uncomfortable former roommate. "I'm not sure how Doc Samson would get you Nilla Wafers, but I'll keep it in mind if it comes up. You'd probably be better off just sending a message to other you, though, to send more supplies," she pointed out as she kept going with the trimming, moving on to another section. Illyana wrinkled her nose. "I hate talking to me," she observed. "It's just weird. Maybe I'll call the not-quite-Doug over there, see if he can give her the message." Or maybe not. In any case, her Nilla Wafers cravings weren't really the issue here, and she decided to get back to business and start on Kitty's list. Just to get it started, she even added a bullet point. After all, given her friend's reaction earlier, it wasn't too much of a stretch to believe that Kitty might need counseling after hearing about her sex life. "Oh yeah, that's majorly traumatizing," Kitty agreed, smirking over at her and nodding but looking overall a little more relaxed about the whole thing. Seeing as that had been her goal, Illyana just grinned back unrepentently and nodded. "I may never recover. I'm not sure even psychiatric help can fix that." "Probably not, but it's worth a try?" Granted, she didn't suppose it was one of the big things Kitty'd wanted to talk to the doctor about, but hey. At least it made a start to the list. Her friend rolled her eyes at that (she was going to get a headache if she kept that up, but Illyana didn't suppose it was the right time to point that out), then let out a breath. "Ummm...stuff about the Camp, I guess," she settled on with a shrug. "Camp stuff," Illyana repeated, writing it down, then paused with her pen hovering over the paper. Should she ask if Kitty wanted to include details, or would just writing it down as a topic heading be better? Uncertain, she decided to split the difference and asked, "Being there, breaking out, or going back? Or all three?" Personally, she was betting on the last. But at least it opened the door if Kitty wanted to elaborate. |
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| Kitty Pryde | Apr 19 2014, 08:59 PM Post #58 |
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Unphased
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Yeah, pretty sure Doc Samson wasn't going to be who Yana needed to talk to to replenish the apparently empty Nilla wafer supply. Man, she'd made quick work of that, hadn't she? In fact, she probably needed to talk to herself about that. Or her other self, procurer of M&Ms and Nilla wafer from the handy Costco. Yana did the nose wrinkling that Kitty tended to do herself when somebody mentioned the other 'her' running around here. "I hate talking to me," she observed and Kitty gave her best friend a pointed, raised eyebrow look in the mirror. "It's just weird. Maybe I'll call the not-quite-Doug over there, see if he can give her the message." "Think how you'd feel if other you were running around here and you were bumping into her every time you turned around," Kitty replied, giving her head a shake. "Douglock weirds me out even more, though. And I think he really freaks Doug out. He seems nice, though, so go for it if that works for you." Any time you could avoid talking to yourself, yeah, that was probably the way to go as far as the brunette was concerned. So, back to making the list. Which had it's first entry. That apparently being traumatized by having to hear about her best friends sex life at odd hours. That was obviously something she might never truly recover from. Not even with extensive psychiatric intervention. It was just that horrifying. Especially if you thought about it in context of 'how does that work without making tons of Jamies or does it work without that happening at all?' Yep, definitely might be more than the mental health profession could deal with. "Probably not, but it's worth a try?" Yana pointed out, which made sense. So Kitty grinned at her friend in the mirror. "Good point," she relented, then the smile kinda vanished as she turned to the more serious part of all this. There was really only so much joking she could do and, well, if they were gonna put stuff on the list, she could give it a try coming up with what, at least. Not as easy as it sounded, though, and the beast Kitty could manage was a tentative 'stuff at the Camp'. Not great, but something, right? "Camp stuff," Illyana repeated, writing it down, then paused with her pen hovering over the paper and Kitty felt herself tense a little a the questions she knew would come after that. The ones that always came after that, "Being there, breaking out, or going back? Or all three?" Yeah, those. Or ones like them and she focused on the trimming and moving to the next section and...uggh. Why did this have to be so hard? Why did it always have to be so hard? "Yeah," she agreed a little more quietly, then realized that wasn't really an answer and shrugged again. "All three, I guess?" Pausing in the trimming, she sighed and looked back up into the mirror. "It's...I don't know," Kitty added in frustration. "I can't even get words that I want for all of it. All of that, but probably not just that and it's driving me nuts because it's like I just get stuck. And I'm tired of being stuck." All of which she wasn't even sure made any sense, but then that was part of the problem, wasn't it, she guessed. |
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| Magik | Apr 19 2014, 11:12 PM Post #59 |
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What IS an unseelie bitch, anyway?
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Ewww. Yeah, definitely no desire to bump into herself (or some version of herself) every time she turned around. Been there, done that, really didn't enjoy it much. Granted, it wasn't quite the same thing as running into her younger self in Limbo, but still. She could definitely sympathize with Kitty's predicament. Douglock weirding Doug out? Well, she guessed she could sympathize with that, too, but teasing Doug about it was way too much fun to sympathize too much. Besides, the gold not-Doug had been nice the one time she'd talked to him. She was sure he's pass the message on. None of which had anything to do with the point of the discussion, which was for Kitty to get a list together. "Stuff about the Bronx" was a good start, but she wasn't sure if Kitty really wanted to stop there, or if she wanted to keep talking about it. Unfortunately, she also wasn't quite sure how to ask that without sending her former roommate into even more awkwardness. Asking if she wanted topic headings for each part of "things having to do with the camp" was the best idea she could come up with. "Yeah," she said quietly, then shrugged as if she wasn't sure just what she was answering. Which was fair, because Yana wasn't entirely sure, either. "All three, I guess?" The hair snipping stopped, and she looked up from the paper she was writing that down on to see Kitty looking at her in the mirror. "It's...I don't know," Kitty added in frustration. "I can't even get words that I want for all of it. All of that, but probably not just that and it's driving me nuts because it's like I just get stuck. And I'm tired of being stuck." Illyana nodded, reaching back a little awkwardly to give her friend's hand a squeeze. "Yeah, I know. But...I'm pretty sure you don't have to find all the words at once. Maybe just a few at a time?" She paused a moment, looking at Kitty's reflection in the mirror. Awkward. Frustrated. That much was obvious, even to her. The other thing that was obvious? "You aren't sure you want to get unstuck though, are you?" she said, more observation than question though there was hint of both. "Because you're going to have to remember, and it's going to hurt all over again." She could understand that. The problem was? She could bury stuff, and dig it out once in a while to brood over, and then put it away again. She was pretty sure Kitty couldn't. |
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| Kitty Pryde | Apr 20 2014, 11:27 PM Post #60 |
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Unphased
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Okay, so. They had the...start of a list. A list she wasn't quite sure what to do with, but it was there. There were words on it. It could be a start. If she could manage to get out anything but, 'yeah', anyway. Which didn't seem to be happening like she wanted. They could just...go with all three of those. Maybe. God, she didn't know. Some of it, she couldn't even come up with words for. So, yeah, all of that, but not just that and it was all starting to make her a little nuts. It was like getting stuck in some sort of quicksand. The harder she tried, the more stuck she got and she was getting really, really tired of it. Yana nodded and reached back to squeeze her hand and Kitty smiled a little awkwardly. Yeah, she was a mess. She was trying and she didn't like it any better than anyone else did, but she was still a mess. "Yeah, I know. But...I'm pretty sure you don't have to find all the words at once. Maybe just a few at a time?" Yeah, she was pretty sure how that worked, too, and she was probably stressing over it too much and making it worse, but knowing that didn't make it better by itself. Then Yana was looking at her in the mirror in a way that had a sort of knot of apprehension tightening in her stomach. Uh-oh. She wasn't sure what 'uh-oh' but it definitely gave her an 'uh-oh' feeling. "You aren't sure you want to get unstuck though, are you?" she said, making it a statement or a question or maybe both and Kitty frowned. What? Was she nuts? "Because you're going to have to remember, and it's going to hurt all over again." Letting out a frustrated breath, forehead still scrunched up, Kitty started trimming again. And glaring at the scissors, because that seemed like the thing to do right now. How was she supposed to even answer that? "Yeah, actually I'm really sure I'd like to get unstuck. I'd really, really like that." Have to remember? No, she didn't have to remember because she never forgot to start with. Not any of it. "I know it'll hurt. It hurts now." She'd tried to bury it all. Over and over. Told herself she had, managed to even make herself believe it for a while. Maybe made everybody else believe it, too. There'd been a time she hadn't been that great at hiding that sort of thing, but turned out the one skill she did learn in the Camp was to make herself seem how she wanted to seem. To project what she wanted other people to see, mostly. "It's just," she began, looking up again and still all scowly looking as she looked at herself in the mirror, but that didn't seem to want to go away, "there's this whole big pile of stuff, and I don't even know where to start sorting through it, or letting go of it, or how. Or at least a lot of it. Whoever said the hardest part was admitting you have a problem was full of crap." Was that right? She wasn't even sure that wasn't about drugs or alcohol or something but it still fit. That wasn't even close to the hardest part. |
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