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You Take Me Up; 5/23 late evening (Bobby, Kitty)
Topic Started: Jan 12 2014, 10:31 PM (527 Views)
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(Continued from Times Square)

It'd been a hell of a night.

A party. The news about Jean. Meeting Hope, which hadn't wiped away the news about Jean, at all, but which had at least softened the blow a little. Karaoke, the talk with Johnny, the trip to Westchester. And finally, Times Square, where Kit had gotten up and done a great job of talking to a crowd about something he knew she had a really hard time talking about.

And now - well, it'd been a hell of a night thus far, and was looking to get better yet, he amended as they headed down the hall of the helicarrier, his arm around Kit's back and a pair of bottles in his hand. And humming. There was definitely humming. After all, what Kit had done deserved celebration, right? So, for that matter, did seeing the lights of Times Square. Given the way people had been drinking in the club earlier, it wasn't like anyone was going to miss the wine.

Or the bottle of it they'd polished off already. No one was going to miss that, either.

"Should I ask you to dance," he picked up where his humming left off, a little off key and at a louder volume than people sleeping nearby were likely to appreciate. All in all, though, it wasn't too awful (he thought) an imitation of the Thompson Twins, even if he couldn't remember half the verse. "If I promise romance, will you come for-" he paused for a second, turning towards Kitty a little with a curious expression. "You want to invite anyone else? Ramsey's probably still up, even if no one else is. Or we can wake whoever."

After all, it was her moment they were celebrating. If she wanted more people, she should have them there. He seriously doubted anyone would mind.
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Was it too much to hope tonight was some sort of omen? A good one for once?

Sure, she'd missed a couple of years in the space of, for her, a couple of days, so she couldn't say for sure how things had been just before she'd got back. But something told, and from what she'd heard, it hadn't been any better to speak of than it had when she'd left. Tonight, though...

Tonight had been good. Most of it, anyway. Good in a way she didn't remember anything being mostly good in a long times. Not since it all started going downhill. And then kept going until they were falling off a cliff.

There'd been a party, and singing, and talking and drinking. Something else they hadn't done, or had much time for, in a long time. People seemed to actually be on their side for once. They'd seen the lights go back on in Time's Square and she hadn't managed to embarrass herself too horribly (she hoped) in front of a bunch of people.

So, yeah, a good night.

And Bobby was humming as they made their way down the hall and that made her smile, too, arm draped around his waist and following in step. He and Johnny had had way too much fun with karaoke, she suspected. Actually, a lot of people had. Soak them in enough booze and give them a karaoke machine and apparently that's all it took.

"Should I ask you to dance," Bobby started singing instead of humming. Not entirely on key and pretty loud for this time of night. Hopefully that wouldn't end up with irate, sleepy people blasting them through doors. It'd been known to happen. Also, he left out part of the verse as he kept going with, "If I promise romance, will you come for-"

"-the ride. I know what it means, to work hard on machines," she finished with a grin, not as loud, but also pretty off key as he turned toward her with a curious look.

"You want to invite anyone else? Ramsey's probably still up, even if no one else is. Or we can wake whoever." Hmm...could be fun and Kitty considered it for a few seconds, then shook her head and smiled back.

"If Doug's up, he shouldn't be," she pointed out, because she was starting to think he never slept these days, "and everybody else is probably either asleep or otherwise occupied. It's a busy day tomorrow," Kitty finished, giving him a gentle squeeze, "let them rest. Or whatever. I'm good with just me and you."

And the two bottles he had. That would be a good celebration if he wanted one as far as she was concerned.
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Definitely a good night.

Maybe he should've been humming "I've Gotta Feeling" instead, he considered as he sang a few lines of the Thompson Twins' classic. It might've fit better. But he knew even fewer of the words to that one, and besides, he liked this song.

Even if he did keep forgetting the words.

"-the ride. I know what it means, to work hard on machines," Kitty continued for him, grinning. He wrinkled his nose at her (he'd have gotten it eventually. Maybe.) but grinned back. It was good to see her happy, he decided. Despite the revelations of the earlier evening (and a couple of arguments, but hey, that wasn't anything new), she'd actually seemed to have a good time. They really needed to do this more often.

Starting with tonight, which wasn't over yet, but which raised the question as to whether or not she wanted to invite company over to share their newly appropriated wine. Ramsey was probably still up, and he was sure there were plenty of people who wouldn't care whether or not they woke them. With tomorrow on everyone's minds, he doubted anyone was sleeping all that well, unless they'd passed out somewhere.

Kitty thought it over for a few seconds, then shook her head and smiled over at him. "If Doug's up, he shouldn't be," she pointed out, because she was starting to think he never slept these days, "and everybody else is probably either asleep or otherwise occupied. It's a busy day tomorrow," Kitty finished, giving him a gentle squeeze, "let them rest. Or whatever. I'm good with just me and you."

"Mmm, I like the sound of that," he said, turning towards her and wrapping his arms loosely around her waist, with a minor readjustment of the bottles so they wouldn't break. Grinning, he picked up where she'd left off, a little more quietly than before. "It's a labor of love, so please don't ask me why."

Unable to resist (and hey, why should he? People would either sleep through it or yell, but it wasn't like anyone other than Nemesis was likely to get all that mad), he shot her a mischievous grin and boomed, "You take me up! Oooooh. You take me-"

"Dude, can't she take you somewhere else?" an unfamiliar female voice called back from one of the rooms, and he laughed and dropped his forehead in against hers.

"Music critics. Always a hazard," he joked, then grinned again. "So, where are you going to take me?"

Their room sounded like a good idea, but hey. He was open to other suggestions.
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Hey, he'd started it and it wasn't her fault she couldn't sing, but she did remember the words at least. So there was no reason for the nose wrinkling from Bobby, but then there was grinning so she managed to refrain from sticking her tongue out him. Because she was just that mature.

Yep.

They had wine, they had song...kinda, they'd got to see the lights come back on in Time's Square, which was pretty cool, really. But she wasn't quite sure about Bobby's suggestion that they could wake people up, or at least drag them outta their rooms, for an impromptu celebration.

Tomorrow was a big day and Kitty suspected everybody was either sleeping off whatever they'd got into down in the strip club, or they were not sleeping and probably wouldn't want to be dragged away from that, either.

As for Doug, if he was still up (and she had to admit he probably was, or was at least trying to be), he shouldn't be. Not that that would stop him at all, but it bore saying all the same. Anyway, she was good with the two of them and not bugging anybody else.

Well, if the singing, or attempted singing, hadn't woke them up already, anyway. She could tell Nezh and Doug and Yana all about it tomorrow. And Rogue and Remy. They should probably tell them at some point, too, just because. And-

"Mmm, I like the sound of that," he said, turning towards her and wrapping his arms loosely around her waist, with a minor readjustment of the bottles so they wouldn't break. Grinning, he picked up where she'd left off, a little more quietly than before. "It's a labor of love, so please don't ask me why."

Oh man, if he kept doing that, he was gonna wake everybody up and they'd have a riot or something. It was definitely cute, but yeah. Irate, super-powered, sleep-deprived, drunk and/or hungover people rioting. In a narrow hallway. It could be bad.

"You're silly," she informed him with a grin and a soft laugh, accompanied by a gentle poke in his stomach before she gave him a squeeze for good measure.

"Dude, can't she take you somewhere else?" an unfamiliar female voice called back from one of the rooms and Kitty grinned. "See, I told you," she reminded him as he laughed and dropped his forehead to rest against hers.

"Music critics. Always a hazard," he joked, then grinned again. "So, where are you going to take me?"

"I suggest somewhere soundproof," said another voice from a door a couple feet away and, oh man. Whoa. Why the hell hadn't anybody found the crazy psionic some clothes by now? Already saw way more of that than she ever, ever wanted to back down at the party. "Karaoke is over," Chimera, wearing only a thigh holster and some sort of pistol or knife or something, informed them as she gave them a once over, those weird eyes of hers settling on Bobby.

"Uhhh-" Kitty started, then didn't know where the hell to go when trying to talk to naked crazy women. Seriously, wasn't she supposed to be...somewhere else? Anywhere else?

"Karaoke is over," she informed Bobby matter-of-factly, again, "and you sound horrible." Then she took a step away from the door, smiled a somewhat strange and disturbing smile that made Kitty immediately want to phase them, and added. "Oh, wine! Thank you! That'll do nicely. I may forgive you for your abominable singing voice," and made a grab for one of the bottles under Bobby's arm.

"Oh man, shouldn't she have a keeper or something?" she whispered, trying to keep on eye on the crazy former pirate...naked person. She was positive Chimera wasn't supposed to be running loose without a keeper.
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Mmmm. He had to admit, fun though it'd be to get a few more people together, the idea of celebrating Kit's success as a public speaker (and whatever else they could think up) alone with her was awfully appealing. Especially when she was looking at him like that. Turning towards her and wrapping his arms around her waist, he said as much (or nearly, but she'd get the idea), then continued the song where she'd left off.

It wasn't like anyone was really likely to care, after all.

"You're silly," she said, laughing softly, then poked at his stomach before giving him a quick hug.

"You love it," he reminded her with a playful grin, just in case she'd forgotten that.

Unfortunately, his singing invited commentary from a nearby room, and Kit took the opportunity to point out that she'd told him so. Laughing softly, he dismissed it as a concern, pointing out that there were always music critics. Besides, he was more interested in just where she was going to take him. He had a few suggestions if she didn't have any ideas of her own, but he trusted she'd come through. She was the one with the brains, after all.

"I suggest somewhere soundproof," a voice that was decidedly not his girlfriend's answered, and he turned to see the psycho woman from Snakes standing in the doorway. Naked. Or at least, naked other than a holster strapped to her thigh, as if she were modelling for the cover of some old pulp science fiction magazine. Except, given that it was her, it was probably her normal sleeping attire or something. "Karaoke is over," she pointed out, her eyes settling on him with an even stranger expression than usual.

And Nemesis thought he was the crazy one?

"Uhhh-" Kitty began, apparently taken back by either the woman's attitude or her lack of clothing. He opened his mouth to add onto that, without being entirely sure what was going to come out, but before he could, the nutcase had started speaking again.

"Karaoke is over," she repeated, apparently having forgotten she'd already said that, "and you sound horrible."

She took a step towards them, then her face morphed, with something resembling a smile taking the place of her former expression. "Oh, wine! Thank you! That'll do nicely. I may forgive you for your abominable singing voice," and made a grab for one of the bottles under [his] arm.

"Oh man, shouldn't she have a keeper or something?" Kit whispered, and he nodded. She should, definitely, but obviously, she didn't. Which meant...

"Sorry, we've got plans for that," he pointed out with what he hoped was a disarming grin. "Tell you what, though. We'll just go get you another one, alright?" He gave Kit a poke, hoping she'd take the hint and start phasing them through the floor. "It'll just take a few minutes. You just go, umm, get yourself some clothes or something, and we'll be right back?"

Or not. But hopefully, she'd have forgotten all about them by then, and gone back to...well, whatever it was she'd been doing with weapons while naked. He didn't want to know.
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Yep, he was silly. It was a fact.

"You love it," he reminded her with a playful grin that prompted some more eyerolling and some teasingly skeptical looks. Uh-huh, she was so glad he told her that.

Then they were suddenly invaded by a naked (except for the thigh holster, of course) Chimera informing them that karaoke was done and that Bobby sounded horrible. Yeah, this probably wasn't who Bobby was thinking of when he was talking about waking up other people and inviting them along.

It definitely wasn't her idea of a celebration.

Of course, apparently the presence of wine earned the forgiveness of the eccentric former pirate. Chimera zeroed in on that like a Geiger counter on uranium. Which was probably good, because Kitty herself was still trying to come up with something to say to the woman that wasn't 'Uhhhh'.

Seriously, didn't Snakes have a keeper for her or something? Should she really be running loose on the helicarrier, naked and armed? Was that even safe?

Bobby nodded while dodging the psionic's attempts to grab one of the wine bottles away from him. Personally, she'd have just given one up and hoped that gave them time to escape. Kind of like when a lizard detached it's tail to distract a predator.

"Sorry, we've got plans for that," he pointed out with what he hoped was a disarming grin. "Tell you what, though. We'll just go get you another one, alright?" Chimera was giving him a narrow-eyed look and he was poking her pointedly. Yeah, okay, she got it, but was phasing a good idea? Could she like...stop them mid-floor or something? Because that would be really bad. "It'll just take a few minutes. You just go, umm, get yourself some clothes or something, and we'll be right back?"

Another few seconds looking at him and Kitty was looking from her to Bobby and back again, and about ready to chance that phasing away when the former mercenary let out a put upon sigh and gave Bobby a pointed look. "You've gained your socialization skills from far too many hours watching television sitcoms, haven't you?" she informed him more than seemed to actually ask, those glowing snake things she manifested appearing and slithering around her. "That might work on the nearest two year old." She added a wave of her hand to that as if to try to shoo away the whole thing, then paused and gave him another considering look. "Oh, yes. You're the slow, broken one aren't you? Well, that explains it. Nevermind. Stop singing and go to your room. It's past your bedtime."

And with that, she turned, slipped back into the room, and closed the door.

"Okay, then," Kitty commented, blinking at the door and the encounter in general, before looking over to Bobby. "Still want to wake people up and invite them along? Because...yeah, that was kind of special."

Note to self: Don't patronize the crazy snake woman. It made her cranky.
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She wasn't phasing them out of this.

While Kit must've had a reason for that, Bobby couldn't for the life of him think what it could be. No problem, though. On to Plan B, just keep talking until the crazy Snake went away (what the fuck was her name, anyway? It was right on the tip of his tongue, but he couldn't seem to grasp it).

So, promises of more wine, and offer to go get it that he had no intentions of fulfilling. A suggestion that clothes might possibly be a good thing, because while the whole naked with sidearm looked work for her, he really didn't want to be seeing it, either.

None of which seemed to have the slightest impact on the fact that the crazy woman was still standing there naked, staring at him as if he was some kind of brain damaged toddler, then giving him some kind of put upon sigh like this was way more than she felt she should have to deal with.

Which was, at least, better than her whipping out the glowing snake things and doing...well, whatever it was she did with them. He'd never paid much attention, really.

"You've gained your socialization skills from far too many hours watching television sitcoms, haven't you?" and while he might have normally agreed to that (he'd heard it before, after all), it didn't seem half as much a question as a statement. And then, of course, as if his thoughts had summoned them, she brought out the glowing snake things, and he tensed, wondering if a pre-emptive strike might not be a bad thing. "That might work on the nearest two year old." She waved her hand as if dismissing his attempt (which okay, had been pretty lame, but hey, she was nuts. It could've worked), then suddenly paused and stared at him.

"Oh, yes. You're the slow, broken one aren't you? Well, that explains it. Nevermind. Stop singing and go to your room. It's past your bedtime."

And with that, turned and went back into her room, leaving him staring after her with a stunned expression.

"Okay, then," Kitty said, and he pulled his eyes away from the closed door to look at her. "Still want to wake people up and invite them along? Because...yeah, that was kind of special."

He forced a trace of a smile and shrugged. "Not sure 'Mera qualifies as people," he pointed out, and ha, there was her name, now that it was too late for it to matter. "But no, I think I'm all people'd out." He gave her shoulders a half hug, and continued on towards their room silently, Chimera's words still echoing around in his head.

What'd it say about you when a certifiably insane pirate judged you too crazy to be bothered with, anyway?
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Were you supposed to run from crazy telepathic (naked!) mercenary people? Would that just make them chase you down? Or was that predatory animals?

Better safe than sorry, that's what she was going with, though Bobby didn't seem overly thrilled with that. And, uh-oh, it looked like crazy Chimera was kinda taking exception to Bobby trying to distract her with promises of bringing her wine back later. There came the glowy snake things.

Yeah, that couldn't be good. Maybe she should go ahead and try that phasing after all...

Or not, as the crazy, naked mercenary in question threw out some insults at Bobby. Which, yeah, ouch there and the brunette's eyes narrowed but she was already turning to head back to the room, glowing snakes and all. Bobby looked a little stunned and she didn't blame him. Not really the kind of late night encounter she'd been expecting, that was for sure.

Seriously, didn't Snakes have an assigned keeper for her or something? And what was with all the naked?

But, okay then. That was...interesting, and not in the good way. Something told her that Bobby probably might be rethinking the whole wake people up and invite them along to celebrate thing. Any more encounters that special and she wasn't gonna be responsible for what happened.

Bobby, though, looked kind of...odd. She guessed that was the best way to put it and that had her feeling a little concerned as he put on an obviously forced hint of a smile and shrugged. "Not sure 'Mera qualifies as people," he pointed out, which was probably a good point. Or she at least qualified as 'insane people'. "But no, I think I'm all people'd out."

Well, that didn't sound good and he sounded a little off, too. He gave her shoulders a squeeze and she returned the favor by tightening her arms around his waist. Then peering at him sidelong a few seconds, she turned her head, brows drawing together.

"You okay?" she couldn't stop herself from asking, giving him another squeeze. "Don't let her get to you. I seriously don't think she's in her right mind. And she definitely likes to poke at people."

That'd been obvious pretty fast in Wyoming. It was too bad they couldn't have 'accidentally' sent her off for safe keeping with some of the super-villains.
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If he'd never understood the meaning of the term "buzzkill", he officially did, now.

Chimera was nuts. No doubt about it; sane people didn't come out into the hall wearing only a weapon holster and demand wine. On the other hand, yeah. Kit was right; the idea of inviting other people over to celebrate had lost a lot of its appeal.

So, for that matter, had singing in the hallway, though he was thinking that was probably his self-preservation instinct kicking in.

Kit's arms tightened around his waist, and he could almost feel her glancing over at him, concerned. Which gave him another pang - he hadn't meant to worry her on top of having pissed her off earlier. Apparently, he had a real knack tonight.

"You okay?" she asked finally, giving him another squeeze. she couldn't stop herself from asking, giving him another squeeze. "Don't let her get to you. I seriously don't think she's in her right mind. And she definitely likes to poke at people."[/i][/b]

"Yeah, I know," he acknowledged, smiling faintly. He might not remember a whole lot about Chimera, but both those things stood out as definite personality traits. He sighed softly and shrugged, his smile tilting crookedly. "It's just, when the crazy Snake lady I can't remember ever having talked to before starts making allowances for my lack of sanity? I realize just how much the rumor mill is still in operation."

Which meant that, more than likely, his questionable grasp on reality was a common (or maybe not so common, but occasional wasn't much better) topic of discussion amongst the various Resistance teams. Just what he'd always wanted to know.

The thing was? He probably should've known all along.
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Seriously, he shouldn't listen to the crazy, naked woman. No good could ever come of that.

Kitty was still pretty sure Bobby had been listening, though. At least a little. The smile was too forced and some of the fun seemed to have seeped out of him.

Leave it to Chimera to manage to put a damper on things and the brunette gave her boyfriend a squeeze. Really, it didn't matter what she'd said. Except it seemed to matter to him a little and she cocked her head, not able to keep herself from asking if he was okay.

Even if it was hard not to let it get to him sometimes, he shouldn't. Especially when the person in question was walking around naked and trying to steal their wine. And, from what she'd seen so far, had a hobby of poking at people. Or at least making it a point to try to annoy them.

Melati seemed to like her okay, so maybe Chimera wasn't all bad, but right now she definitely wasn't her favorite person. Or even anywhere near making the list.

"Yeah, I know," he acknowledged, smiling faintly and she tightened her arm around him a little more as he let out a soft sigh and shrugged. "It's just, when the crazy Snake lady I can't remember ever having talked to before starts making allowances for my lack of sanity? I realize just how much the rumor mill is still in operation."

Kitty grinned a little wryly herself then and lifted her own shoulder in a shrug as she headed toward their room and hoped they weren't gonna have any more close encounters of the naked and crazy kind. "Yeah, pretty sure it never stopped being in operation. It's just quieter sometimes now." Thinking for a few seconds, she shrugged again. "I guess it's really just a more spread out version of what we had at the mansion. No matter what you think, everybody's always gonna pretty much know everything. From all the girls the Wisdom guy's apparently slept with," which was information she was still kinda sorry she'd asked about, "to who ate all the Eggo waffles we brought back from that other dimension."

Which sucked, because she liked those. And now Cain apparently ate them all. She'd figure out a way to get him later.
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So, the crazy lady from Snakes, who'd apparently taken to wine-theft while wandering around naked in the middle of the night, thought he was brain damaged. Really, that shouldn't matter, especially considering the source. He might not remember Chimera's name half the time, but he'd heard of her, too. Kit was right; poking at people was apparently some kind of a hobby.

Except...well, it did matter. At least a little. Not so much because of what she'd said, as because her having said it showed just how many people knew that Bobby Drake was Team Psycho's official...well, psycho. Somehow, he'd managed to miss that the past two years, and he was pretty sure he would've been just as happy still believing otherwise.

God, just how many other people were making "allowances" for him and never mentioning it? How many people had needed to?

Kit grinned a little, shrugging her shoulder as they headed towards their room. "Yeah, pretty sure it never stopped being in operation. It's just quieter sometimes now."

He let out a soft, almost amused snort and nodded. That sounded about right, really. Somehow, the rumor mill had largely gone into stealth mode. Unfortunately, that didn't make it any less existent.

After a few moments of silence, Kit shrugged again and continued. "I guess it's really just a more spread out version of what we had at the mansion. No matter what you think, everybody's always gonna pretty much know everything. From all the girls the Wisdom guy's apparently slept with," which was information she was still kinda sorry she'd asked about, "to who ate all the Eggo waffles we brought back from that other dimension."

"Cain Marko," he answered automatically, having gotten the scoop on that earlier in the day, then looked over at her, grinning crookedly. "Which makes your point, I guess, though somehow I managed to miss out on who Wisdom's all slept with." Not surprising, he supposed, considering he hadn't remembered the guy's name just days ago, but still. He hated missing out on the gossip. He frowned a little, considering, and shook his head. "I heard something once about him and Jan, I'm pretty sure, but there's no way I'm believing that." The Wasp might've been married to Pym at one point, but c'mon. She had standards.

Of course, so did Kit, and some version of her was apparently hooked up with Wisdom. There had to be some kind of appeal there, but damned if he could see it. He was just relieved the his girlfriend was apparently just as confused about the allure as he was.

He shrugged again and smiled a little, tightening his arm around her for a moment. "Anyway, I guess brain damaged makes a better epithet than pedophile, huh? At least it's not going to land me on a list of sexual predators.

He'd never managed to track down who'd started that, but his money was still on Nemesis. Or maybe Frost - it sounded like her somehow, too. Granted, the novelty factor had died down well before Kit had turned eighteen, but still. He'd have much rather they'd stuck to cradle robber. If nothing else, it'd sounded less illegal.
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The rumor grapevine, it was pretty much always with them.

It was just how it was. Here, the mansion, heck even in the Camp, there'd been one of those. Different kinds of rumors and information being passed along, but still the same basic thing. Where there were people, there would always be gossip she guessed.

Besides, it wasn't like there weren't people around still calling her Bobby Drake's underage girlfriend. Even when she wasn't underage and when it was people she barely knew. So yeah. Still there, still in operation, just maybe a little quieter about it these days.

Bobby let out a snort, but one she couldn't quite identify, and nodded. But he didn't really say anything else. After a few seconds, the brunette lifted her shoulders in another shrug.

They were more spread out now, or had been, which is probably why it seemed quieter now. That wouldn't last long, though, with them all in one place, even on something the size of the helicarrier. News spread, people were going to generally know everything about almost everything, whether you wanted them to or not. Or whether you wanted to or not.

Like the list of people the Wisdom guy had been sleeping with, or who ate all the Eggo waffles before she could get any.

"Cain Marko," he answered automatically, and Kitty nodded, letting out a put-up sigh. Yep, gonna get him for that later. Somehow, some way. "Which makes your point, I guess, though somehow I managed to miss out on who Wisdom's all slept with." The brunette's smug grin turned pretty quickly to a wrinkled nose on that one.

"Doug gave me the list. I may be scarred for life," she told him with a dramatic shudder. Yeah. Really sorry she asked. Some things, she was better off not knowing and it'd looked like he was totally hitting on Jessica at one point during the party.

Bobby frowned and shook his head. Yeah, she kinda felt that way, too. So much do not want. "I heard something once about him and Jan, I'm pretty sure, but there's no way I'm believing that." Had she been on the list Doug gave her?

"Yeah, I think she was on Doug's list, too, but no way. Nuh-uh. Not buying it." Of course, she wouldn't have bought any version of herself, either, and look where that got her.

There was another shrug from Bobby and he gave her a little squeeze, which had her smiling again. "Anyway, I guess brain damaged makes a better epithet than pedophile, huh? At least it's not going to land me on a list of sexual predators." Annnnd that pretty much killed the smiling. Uggh. Yeah, not a designation to just throw around for fun, really. Made her wonder if most of these people had ever met an actual sexual predator. You'd think they'd know better.

Rolling her eyes, and pushing aside the automatic thoughts of the one (and, god, it would've had to have been that one) they'd accidentally turned back loose on the world today in Wyoming, Kitty made a face at him. "You're not either one," she countered, stopping in front of the door and punching in the code thing to open it up. "People are idiots and you're listening to waaaay too much gossip if you're starting to believe it now."

Not to mention, was there anybody on this whole damned ship that didn't have issues of some kind at this point? Dead friends, dead relatives. Evil friends, evil relatives. All kinds of assorted trauma, or all of the above. If there was, god knew she couldn't think who they were.
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How, exactly, someone who looked, smelled, and drank like Wisdom had managed to apparently attract half the female members of the Resistance never failed to confuse him if he thought about it too much, even if he hadn't seen the list.

Kit had, apparently. "Doug gave me the list. I may be scarred for life," she told him with a dramatic shudder, and despite himself, he laughed softly. "Don't tell me," he pleaded. He didn't need any more scarring. He'd already heard something about Jan being on it which, in his opinion, threw the rest into seriously suspicious rumor. No way the Wasp would go for someone like Wisdom.

But then, he'd have never expected any version of Kitty to, either, and apparently one had. Maybe he shouldn't be quite so quick to rule Jan out, though at least his girlfriend seemed to find the former just as unlikely as he did.

"Yeah, I think she was on Doug's list, too, but no way. Nuh-uh. Not buying it."

He shrugged again and gave her a half hug, then pointed out that in any case, being called brain damaged by a psychotic naked woman with glowing snakes still beat out being called a pedophile. Some day, he was going to find out who'd started that. Cradle robber had been one thing; stuff that sounded as if he should be on a sexual predator list was another.

That, unfortunately, killed the smile on Kit's face, and he gave himself a mental kick. Yeah, really tactful, especially now that he had a better idea of just why she'd hated that one so much.

She rolled her eyes, though, and made a face at him. "You're not either one," she countered, stopping in front of the door and punching in the code thing to open it up. "People are idiots and you're listening to waaaay too much gossip if you're starting to believe it now."

"Hey, I didn't say I believed it," he pointed out, giving her an apologetic look as the door opened, then dropped his hand to her shoulder and gave it a rub as they stepped inside. "Just that I hadn't really been paying much attention to it. I hadn't realized my sanity level was one of the popular topics."

He should've, he had to admit. She was right in that everything was always everyone's business, from their love life to the likelihood Nemesis would eventually poison himself with that weird blue goo he was always drinking. No reason he'd be the exception, and neither his sanity level or their age difference and the rumors it had caused were anything Kit was comfortable talking about. Moving on.

"Do we have any glasses?" he asked, changing the subject to a lighter one as he walked over and set the bottles down on the table he'd been using earlier to sort through his notebooks for a blank piece of paper. "Otherwise, we're going to have to play pass the bottle; I didn't think to grab any."

There. Subject changed. If Kit was right about one thing, it was that getting upset over anything that came out of Chimera's mouth was a waste of time. They had better things to do.
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Yeaaaah, she'd seen the list. Or actually, she'd heard the list which was just as bad. The list of women Wisdom had supposedly been sleeping with. Kitty was pretty sure it scarred her for life and she was pretty sure Doug had enjoyed it.

"Don't tell me," Bobby pleaded and she gave his hand a squeeze. After naked Chimera, he'd earned at least a temporary reprieve.

Still, Jan Van Dyne had been on that list. That part, Bobby seemed to have heard, too, but he didn't seem to be buying and she wasn't sure she did, either. Wisdom so wasn't her type. At all. It just wouldn't fit in her head.

Bobby was obviously still kinda bothered by what Chimera had said, though, even though he shouldn't be. She was nuts, everybody seemed to know it and accept it. But it'd struck home with Bobby, even if he thought it was still better than being called a pedophile.

Her smile faded a little at that one. It wasn't funny, it hadn't ever been funny, and it would never be funny. It was just mean and stupid and the only way anybody would use that one was if they'd never run into an actual one of those.

Bobby wasn't one of those, and he wasn't brain damaged. People were just being idiot and he was paying too much attention to the gossip if he was starting to believe it.

"Hey, I didn't say I believed it," he pointed out, giving her an apologetic look as the door opened, then dropped his hand to her shoulder and gave it a rub as they stepped inside. Relenting a little, she smiled over at him as they went into the room. "Just that I hadn't really been paying much attention to it. I hadn't realized my sanity level was one of the popular topics."

"Isn't everything a popular topic?" she asked with a wry twisting of her mouth. "Pretty sure my sanity level's on the list there, too." Or at least her intelligence level, after the Bronx. Annnnd Wyoming, but yeah, not thinking about that one again right now. "I think we just forgot how fast it all can get around. It's been a long time since there were more than half a dozen of us or so in one place."

Everyone pretty much eventually heard everything when they were all scattered all over the place. Now, they just heard everything faster and more conveniently.

"Do we have any glasses?" he asked, and, well, holy sudden change of topic, batman. Kitty gave him a slightly confused look that turned to a thoughtful one. Did she remember seeing any glasses around here? "Otherwise, we're going to have to play pass the bottle; I didn't think to grab any."

Weren't there a couple wrapped up on a shelf in the bathroom?

"Some of those cheap plastic one's maybe?" she ventured, giving him another gentle squeeze then moving off toward the little attached bathroom. "You know, like the ones you used to get in hotels and stuff?"

Peeking through the bathroom door, sure enough, she spotted a stack on the shelf and grabbed a few. "Found some!" she called out, waving them as evidence when she ducked back out and into the bedroom again, then grinned over at him. "But it's not like I'm afraid of your germs or anything, you know."
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It wasn't as if he was taking Chimera's words to heart. Not exactly, anyway, though he figured there was some truth in them. That much was pretty obvious, though, and it really wasn't what was bugging him. He knew he wasn't quite right, had known it for over a year. It was just that he hadn't realized just how many other people knew, too. Apparently, his sanity had trended as some kind of popular topic when he hadn't been paying attention.

"Isn't everything a popular topic?" Kit asked wryly, which he supposed was a good point. "Pretty sure my sanity level's on the list there, too." His eyebrows climbed a little and he gave her shoulder another rub before setting the bottles down on the table. Why would her sanity - oh, the Bronx. Yeah, probably not a good time to point out that in two years, people had pretty much stopped questioning that, if they ever had. Everyone had been too upset about her having died to go there. "I think we just forgot how fast it all can get around. It's been a long time since there were more than half a dozen of us or so in one place."

"Kinda cool to see though, hey?" he asked, smiling a little at the memory of the mostly-full strip club. "I don't remember the last time I saw that many of us all together." It'd been nice, actually, just to have a visual reminder that Team Psycho wasn't alone in the world. Sometimes - a lot of times - he'd felt otherwise.

Which, really, deserved a toast. Changing the subject (because honestly, talking about his relative level of sanity was only going to make him depressed, and he didn't imagine it would do anything great for Kit either), he asked if they had any glasses. He supposed if worse came to worse they could just open both bottles or pass back and forth, but toasting required glasses somehow.

His girlfriend looked confused for a moment, but caught on and considered the question. "Some of those cheap plastic one's maybe?" she ventured, giving him another gentle squeeze then moving off toward the little attached bathroom. "You know, like the ones you used to get in hotels and stuff?"

Well, not what he'd have hoped for, but that'd work if they were there. "That'd work," he replied with a reassuring smile as she headed for the attached half bath. Mmm, screw-top wine bottles. Always a sign of quality. He got the top off of one just as she called out, "Found some!" and came back, waving the glasses and grinning. "But it's not like I'm afraid of your germs or anything, you know."

"So, now isn't a good time to tell you've I've somehow picked up a life-threatening disease from overexposure to Nemesis?" he asked, managing to keep a straight face for at least a couple of seconds before grinning and plucking the glasses from her hand. "But yeah, I kinda guessed that, seeing as you didn't demand your own room or anything. I just kinda figured toasts were in order, and it's hard to do that with the bottle." He paused for a second, considering, and said, "Not impossible, maybe, but glasses make it easier."

Even if they were plastic and might crack if they bumped them too hard, he reflected as he started pouring wine into each. It was the thought that counted, after all.
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