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You Take Me Up; 5/23 late evening (Bobby, Kitty)
Topic Started: Jan 12 2014, 10:31 PM (532 Views)
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Seriously, everything was gossip worthy. That hadn't seemed to change at all over the years, especially with everybody all on one big ship now.

In fact, Kitty was pretty sure her own sanity'd been called into question. A lot. Even possibly a lot recently, considering Wyoming earlier today. Or yesterday? It was definitely technically yesterday now. And, well, the Bronx. Bobby could look skeptical all he wanted, but yeah. She knew darn well it was true and she couldn't even really resent it all that much.

Anyway, she was pretty sure they just forgot how fast things can get around when there were more than just a few of them in one place. It was like everybody gained spontaneous, gossip related telepathy or something.

"Kinda cool to see though, hey?" he asked, smiling a little and making her smile, too. "I don't remember the last time I saw that many of us all together."

Nodding thoughtfully, Kitty's smile turned toward a wry grin. "Last time I was around, I don't think there were this many of us to put all together." They definitely seemed to have gained a few people, and maybe a whole team or so, since, well...a few days ago, for her. A couple of years ago for them. "But yeah, definitely nice to see. I kinda missed that."

It was way too easy, most of the time, to forget it wasn't just you and your team. You only saw each other now and then, over webcam or when somebody needed some extra help. Everybody in one place for a little downtime? Yeah, it was good and she'd definitely missed it.

They got to the room without anymore weird, naked telepaths, or weird, naked non-telepaths, jumping out at them and then realized they needed glass. Man, why hadn't they grabbed some've those, too? Oh well, Kitty was pretty sure she remembered seeing some in the bathroom, even if they were those cheap plastic ones like you used to see in hotel rooms.

"That'd work," he replied with a reassuring smile as she poked her head into the bathroom and looked for them on the shelf. Ah-ha! And Eureka! And all those exclamation type words. There they were. The brunette emerged, waving her spoils of...bathroom searching and grinning in triumph.

Though it wasn't like she was afraid of his germs or anything, even if she hadn't found any glasses.

"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."

Wrinkling her nose at him, Kitty made a face as she waited for him to get the probably really cheap wine poured. "Ewww, you have Nemesis cooties? Okay, this changes everything. All bets are off. Definitely want my own glass now." The brunette grinned back at him, then nodded. "But yeah, glasses make the toasting lots easier."

Plopping down on the edge of the bed nearest where he was, she tilted her head, thinking. "What are we gonna toast to? The fall of the Camps? The lights coming on in Time's Square again? To everybody coming out the other side in one piece tomorrow? To the fact that naked Chimeara didn't actually follow us into the room?"

Actually, it should probably be the last one. You never seemed to really know what she might decide to do.
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Despite the gossip mill cranking up a few notches, Bobby had to admit it was good to see everyone in one place. Spread out as they'd been, it was sometimes hard to remember there was anyone out there other than the small group that'd stuck together since the mansion had fallen. With everyone gathered in one place, he could almost believe that tomorrow it would all be over. Hell, he could almost convince himself there'd be a tomorrow after that.

He hoped so, he decided as the conversation turned to toasts and the necessary equipment to make them with. The plastic glasses Kit found in the bathroom weren't exactly idea, but hey. They'd work, and keep her from contracting any weird illnesses he might've contracted from Nemesis. Or, y'know, that he might pretend to have.

Wrinkling her nose at him, Kitty made a face as she waited for him to get the probably really cheap wine poured. "Ewww, you have Nemesis cooties? Okay, this changes everything. All bets are off. Definitely want my own glass now."

He sighed dramatically - romance was obviously dead - then returned her grin. "Does that mean you want your own room, too?" he asked, raising his eyebrows. "Seeing as I might be highly contagious?" Somehow, he didn't think so. But the offer had to be made, anyway.

"But yeah, glasses make the toasting lots easier," she said as she plopped down on edge of the bed, then tilted her head. "What are we gonna toast to? The fall of the Camps? The lights coming on in Time's Square again? To everybody coming out the other side in one piece tomorrow? To the fact that naked Chimera didn't actually follow us into the room?"

He laughed as he came over and sat down next to her, taking care not to spill his own wine as he turned to face her, one leg bent between them. "That last one definitely needs a toast," he admitted with a shudder, but then smiled and shrugged. "All of those, but I'm thinking we should start with your debut performance as the Resistance spokesmodel." He held up his glass, his eyes meeting hers. "You did a great job."

So, maybe the Resistance already had Terry in the role. It wasn't as if he honestly thought Kit would stick with it, but she had done great. Only fair they celebrate it, first.
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Nemesis cooties. Uggh. Apparently, there were things Bobby had forgotten to tell her about during this two years she'd been blinking from one universe to the next.

Yep Nemesis contamination meant all bets were off. She was definitely having her own plastic hotel glass, now. Also possibly sending Bobby out to be fumigated.

There was dramatic sighing at the pronouncement, but then there was return grinning, too. So he probably wouldn't blame her too much for her aversion to old, weird, former-Nazi cooties. "Does that mean you want your own room, too?" he asked, raising his eyebrows. "Seeing as I might be highly contagious?"

Giving him an impish look, Kitty shook her head. "Nope. I'll just send you out to be disinfected or something. Then you'll be fine." Okay, she really wouldn't, but he'd walked right into that one and she didn't have enough willpower to resist.

There was still toasting to do, though, and glasses of any kind made that a little easier. Now, the question was: what to toast to? There were lots of choices, the brunette realized, almost to her own surprise. The end of the Camps. Return of most've the lights in Times Square for the first time in forever. To tomorrow and all of them coming out the other side of it in one piece and having done what they were going out to do? The miracle of Naked Chimera not actually following them into the room?

That made him laugh again and that was really nice to see. There hadn't been as much time for laughing as she'd have liked since she came back from that other world. Two years later than she'd left and with everything, and in some cases everyone, changed so much.

Bobby came over and sat down next to her, turning toward her a little and holding his cup of wine. That last one definitely needs a toast," he admitted with a shudder, but then smiled and shrugged. "All of those, but I'm thinking we should start with your debut performance as the Resistance spokesmodel." He held up his glass, his eyes meeting hers as she wrinkled her nose a little. So not anybody's spokesmodel. She was still kinda having trouble believing she'd done that without falling over or something. "You did a great job."

Smiling, because it really was sweet of him to say, and feeling her cheeks warm a little, lifted one brow a little. "I think you're confusing me with Terry," she pointed out, because if anybody got to be the Resistance Spokesmodel, it was her. The Time's Square thing was a one time deal for her. "But thanks," Kitty added sincerely, bumping her glass gently against his and taking a sip.

"And to the Camps," the teenager added, expression sobering a little, but still smiling, "because I wasn't sure I'd ever get to see the end of those things. I'm really, really glad that I did."

And that she got to be part of it, even if her part had sorta been a little messed up. It'd still been one've the best days ever in a really long time.
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Did she want her own room?

He knew the answer already. If she had, she wouldn't have hesitated to ask for one, either at the Palace or here. Of course, that was before she'd known he was apparently infected with mythical Nemesis cooties, so he supposed you never knew. She might.

Or not, really, but the question had to be asked, anyway.

She gave him that mischievous look that always meant he was in trouble, but shook her head. "Nope. I'll just send you out to be disinfected or something. Then you'll be fine."

Biting his lip to keep from grinning (okay, that really didn't work, but he really should get an A for effort), he raised his eyebrows. "Pretty sure you'd have to get disinfected at this point, too," he pointed out. "Maybe we could just take a shower later?" Which, really, didn't sound like a half bad idea. Or a bad idea at all, actually.

First things first, though. They had toasts to make, and while she'd come up with quite a list (and honestly, when had they last had that many things to be happy about?) he could think of one thing she'd missed, that took precedence even over Chimera not having followed them home. She'd done a great job in Times Square, and they really needed to celebrate her first appearance as the Resistance spokesmodel. Even if, if she had her choice, it would likely be her last.

She'd wrinkled her nose as he mentioned it, but was smiling and blushing by the time he'd finished. "I think you're confusing me with Terry," she pointed out, and he let out a soft snort and rolled his eyes, even if he didn't lose his smile. Riiiight, he always confused her with short-haired Irish redheads. It happened all the time. "But thanks," Kitty added sincerely, bumping her glass gently against his and taking a sip.

He shrugged a little and smiled as he took a sip from his own cup. It was true. She'd said some really meaningful things out there, truths he would've liked to deny (who wouldn't?) but which really couldn't be denied anymore. And she'd done it well. It deserved to be recognized.

"And to the Camps," [she] added, expression sobering a little, but still smiling, "because I wasn't sure I'd ever get to see the end of those things. I'm really, really glad that I did."

"I'm glad you did, too," he said softly, his other hand reaching over to brush against her fingers as he clinked his glass against hers. His glass was halfway to his mouth when he paused, wrinkling his nose. "Y'know, I think I'm the only one who didn't get to take down a camp this week. I wonder who I talk to about filing some kind of complaint?"

Granted, he hadn't been around most of the week, but still. They could've saved him something other than a couple of rampaging Sentinels. Life, he decided as he took a belated drink to her toast, was really very unfair.
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Nope, didn't need her own room. She'd just send Bobby out for Nemesis Cootie disinfection. It'd be fine.

Or not, but she told him that anyway, just because he'd started it and he'd asked for it. And, see, he was trying not to grin. Which wasn't working and she could tell, because he was kinda grinning. And raising his eyebrows at her.

"Pretty sure you'd have to get disinfected at this point, too," he pointed out making her wrinkle her nose at him. Great, too late to avoid contamination. "Maybe we could just take a shower later?"

Grinning back at him, she lifted an eyebrow and laughed. "You can defeat Nemesis contamination with soap and water? Man, I wish I'd known that years ago." Though, yeah, that didn't sound like a bad idea, really. And that didn't have anything to do with Nemesis at all.

First, though, they had a toast to make. Or toasts, since Bobby was determined to try to name her Miss Resistance or something. Which she definitely wasn't and she was mostly just glad she hadn't fallen over or stood there and stared blankly at everyone. Maybe both.

Obviously, he had her confused with Terry, but it was sweet of him all the same. Despite the fact that he was snorting and rolling his eyes at her. He was still smiling, at least, and she bumped her plastic up lightly against his. Getting through that was worth a toast, no matter how you looked at it.

Bobby smiled, shrugged a little and took a drink from his own cup as she sipped from hers. Yeah, he really was sweet.

Then there were the Camps, or the lack of them now. Something she was still having a hard time completely absorbing, but it felt like that deserved a toast, too. It wasn't something she'd been sure she'd ever see, but she was glad she was here for it. Even if her part in helping with that wasn't that big and might've added more work than actual help.

Didn't matter, in the end. It was done, it didn't matter who actually did it, it was something they'd all fought and bled and done their parts in for years. It was everybody's victory.

"I'm glad you did, too," he said softly, his other hand reaching over to brush against her fingers as he clinked his glass against hers. His glass was halfway to his mouth when he paused, wrinkling his nose. "Y'know, I think I'm the only one who didn't get to take down a camp this week. I wonder who I talk to about filing some kind of complaint?"

Taking another sip from her cup - it was cheap wine, but it wasn't bad at all - the brunette let out another soft laugh, though about it a second or two, then shrugged. "Probably Rogue, but since it'd take her a year to probably even read it, with all the other stuff she seems to have piled up and backlogged," like, you know, knowing there was a Camp in Wyoming full of evil and semi-evil people, though it'd been her own fault probably more than the Southern woman's, "you'd probably be better off just picking something to blowup tomorrow. In honor of the Camps you didn't get to help with or something."

If they hadn't gone to Wakanda, they'd probably have gotten to do more, but she didn't really regret that at all. After everything, she'd needed a day or two of downtime just to be able to function.

"There'll probably be plenty for everybody tomorrow," she assured him, reaching over to give his leg a gentle squeeze as she smiled. "And we'll definitely be here for that and that's a really big thing."
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The camps were gone.

If they were making lists of things that were quote-worthy, that definitely qualified. Every last one of the places was gone, and no matter how you looked at it, that was a good thing.

He had to pause a moment though, because based on what he'd heard earlier, he was pretty sure he was the only member of the Resistance who hadn't taken part in one of the camp takedowns (even if Kit's hadn't exactly gone according to plan). Granted, part of that could be chalked up to not having been around for a couple of days, but still. It really seemed unfair, even if he suspected he knew why. Regardless, though, he really felt that filing some kind of protest was in order. Just as soon as he figured out who he should file it with.

Kitty laughed, then shrugged. "Probably Rogue, but since it'd take her a year to probably even read it, with all the other stuff she seems to have piled up and backlogged," which was a good point, considering he'd barely seen the Southern woman all day until the party, "you'd probably be better off just picking something to blowup tomorrow. In honor of the Camps you didn't get to help with or something."

He wrinkled his nose at that a little. It wasn't quite the same, really. He blew stuff up all the time, whereas after Kit's mission to the Bronx...

No, they wouldn't have let him any near one of the camps, would they? He couldn't even fault the logic in that. So much for the grounds of his complaint.

"There'll probably be plenty for everybody tomorrow," she assured him, reaching over to give his leg a gentle squeeze as she smiled. "And we'll definitely be here for that and that's a really big thing."

He smiled and rested his hand on hers, gave it a squeeze in return. "Yeah, we will. But your part's the really big thing. Mine? I'm betting on Sentinels, Sentinels, and more Sentinels, with maybe a SHIELD agent or two thrown in for variety." He sighed dramatically (because honestly, how many sentinels could you take out before it really got boring, even if they had any more of the new model, which he was starting to doubt) then shrugged and held up his glass. "To what'll hopefully be the last of the Sentinels?" he suggested hopefully. "Because I'd really, really like to blow up something else. Just, y'know, for a change of pace."

Or, y'know, not blow up anything for a while. Honestly, that didn't sound half bad, either.
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If Bobby wanted to file protests over not going out to smite any Camps, Kitty was pretty sure he'd have to do that with Rogue. Or, well, he could probably do it with Remy, too, but his chances of getting somebody to actually listen to said protest, or read it, were probably a lot better with Rogue than they were with Gambit.

Rogue at least would pay attention. When she finally got to it under the apparent pile of other stuff she hadn't gotten to yet. Which, at this rate, might be in a year or two. So, all things considered, maybe he'd be better off just picking out something to totally destroy tomorrow and call it even. He could even do it in honor of the Camps he didn't get a chance to help with. Or something like that.

Plus, he should probably thank his lucky stars he hadn't made his contribution to the cause by opening Camp Pandora's Box and pouring unexpected evil out on the world.

Instead of that, though, he just wrinkled his nose at her. Lot of thanks she got, apparently, for trying to come up with a solution. Maybe not a great solution, but one all the same and it was supposed to be the thought that counted, right?

Plus, there'd be plenty of stuff to blow up tomorrow, she was pretty sure as she reached over to give his leg a gentle squeeze. Enough to definitely go around and they'd be there for that for sure. That was the important thing, right?

Bobby smiled, laying his hand over hers and giving it a squeeze. That made her smile back. "Yeah, we will. But your part's the really big thing. Mine? I'm betting on Sentinels, Sentinels, and more Sentinels, with maybe a SHIELD agent or two thrown in for variety." He sighed dramatically and she rolled her eyes at him. Because he was asking for it. But he shrugged and held his glass up. "To what'll hopefully be the last of the Sentinels?" he suggested hopefully. "Because I'd really, really like to blow up something else. Just, y'know, for a change of pace."

Grinning she clinked her glass lightly against his again, taking another sip. Then, she gave him an impish look. "Well, if you want I'll trade with you. You can do the inside stuff and I'll stay outside and blow up Sentinels." Or fight SHIELD agents or both, though she suspected there'd probably be plenty to go around. There always were. "That'd be a change of pace, right? Plus," Kitty added more seriously, smiling up at him, "if there wasn't somebody handling the fighting off of things, the other stuff wouldn't get done. It's really hard to type and dodge blaster fire at the same time."
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Kitty could roll her eyes all she wanted. She'd definitely gotten the better end of tomorrow's assignment. And while he couldn't exactly argue the fact that he was better at blowing up Sentinels than he was anywhere near a computer, that didn't change the fact that it'd be nice to do something once in a great while that didn't involve freezing giant robots and watching them explode. The novelty had long since worn off.

In fact, he was pretty sure that deserved a toast of its own, so he proposed one. To what would hopefully be the last of the Sentinels. He was pretty sure everyone else was just as sick of them as he was.

That got a grin out of her, and she clinked her glass against his, giving him a mischievous look that he just knew meant trouble of some kind. "Well, if you want I'll trade with you. You can do the inside stuff and I'll stay outside and blow up Sentinels."

Bobby nearly choked on his wine as he simultaneously tried to swallow and laugh. Riiiight. Oh, she could take out the Sentinels, he had no doubt about that. But him doing the stuff inside?

Yeah. They both knew better than that.

"That'd be a change of pace, right? Plus," Kitty added more seriously, smiling up at him, "if there wasn't somebody handling the fighting off of things, the other stuff wouldn't get done. It's really hard to type and dodge blaster fire at the same time."

It was his turn to roll his eyes, he was pretty sure, so he did. "Please, you'd just phase and keep typing while the blaster fire went right through you," he pointed out, grinning over at her. "Then the Sentinels would blow up the computer. Doug might sulk at little," he conceded, "but overall, it'd probably be faster." Grinning, he took another sip from his glass. "Y'know, I'm sorta liking this idea. Maybe I should just stay home and play Solitaire or something?"

He wouldn't, granted, even if she agreed that it was a brilliant idea (and he knew better than that). But the rest sounded pretty much right, overall.
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Yeah, seeing the last of the Sentinels was something she was definitely hoping for. She'd been sick of those things by the time the second one she'd ever seen came along. By the time Nimrod showed up, she was so over wanting anything to do with a Sentinel ever.

After that, there'd been years and years of almost nothing but. So maybe they wouldn't manage to get rid of every single one of them tomorrow, but she'd like to think they'd get rid of most of them and they'd eventually maybe see an end to them after that.

That, she could definitely drink to. Or toast to. Either or both.

And, hey, if Bobby was tired of Sentinel fighting, he could always trade places with her tomorrow. She could do Sentinel killing duty. He could do the inside stuff with the computers.

She hadn't quite meant to nearly choke him, but he survived the experience so she grinned unrepentantly all the same. He was the one wanting a change of scenery or a change of pace or something. And they kinda needed somebody to do both - fight off Sentinels or whatever and handle computers - because it was really hard to do both at once. Typing and dodging blaster fire when it mattered what got typed in, yeah. Not an amazing feat she really wanted to attempt.

Now he was rolling his eyes at her. Which seemed a little ungrateful since she was trying to help him with his problem here. "Please, you'd just phase and keep typing while the blaster fire went right through you," he pointed out, grinning over at her] as her eyebrows sailed upward. Yeah, but there was still a minor problem with that idea. "Then the Sentinels would blow up the computer. Doug might sulk at little," he conceded, and yep. That would be the one. Not so much Doug sulking but the blown up computer. It was hard to deal with a system where you'd just blown up the input access. "but overall, it'd probably be faster." Grinning, he took another sip from his glass. "Y'know, I'm sorta liking this idea. Maybe I should just stay home and play Solitaire or something?"

Kitty let out a softly snorted laugh and gave him a skeptical look as she took a sip from her own glass. "Yeaaaaah, and you'd be bored to death in like five minutes flat." If not sooner. Not to mention that she was pretty sure he wouldn't be really happy with her running off and leaving him here. "And I don't think just blowing the computer up would be the answer to fixing things." Heck, if it'd been that easy, they couldn't managed it a long time ago.

Sighing softly, she leaned back on one hand, looking over at him, smiling a little but expression more serious. "I think it's gonna be a little more complicated than that, even if I'd be fine with just blowing the place to the moon if that'd fix anything." Her smiled widened a little as she gave him a knowing look. "Plus, you wouldn't wanna miss it. I know you wouldn't."
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Okay, not really buying into Kit's fake offer to trade places tomorrow. There was no way she'd leave the whole "take down the central computer system" in his completely incompetent and computer-challenged hands. He knew his own limitations, thank you very much, and so did she. The salve to his ego that they needed people to blow stuff up too was nice, but there was a minor flaw in her logic. Maybe most people would need someone to ward off the blaster fire, but her? She'd phase right through it and keep typing.

Hell, the Sentinels would do the job for them and blow up the computer by accident. Ramsey might get a little put out, but the idea sounded pretty good anyway. She could go take on the evil computer system. He'd stay home and play Solitaire.

...well, okay, not. But he couldn't resist sharing the idea anyway, just to see her reaction.

As he'd pretty much expected, she let out a snort of a laugh and eyed him skeptically. "Yeaaaaah, and you'd be bored to death in like five minutes flat." Which - okay, that was probably true enough, but he wasn't giving in just yet and shook his head decisively. Nope, not getting bored. Or worrying. He definitely wouldn't be biting his nails or pacing. At all. "And I don't think just blowing the computer up would be the answer to fixing things."

"Some day, I'm going to understand why not," he promised. It made sense to him. It wouldn't exactly be processing any more if Johnny melted it down, would it?

She leaned back on one hand, still smiling but with a more serious expression. "I think it's gonna be a little more complicated than that, even if I'd be fine with just blowing the place to the moon if that'd fix anything." Her smiled widened a little as she gave him a knowing look. "Plus, you wouldn't wanna miss it. I know you wouldn't."

"Mmmmm...maaaaaybe," he conceded as he took a sip from his glass and pretended to give it careful consideration, then broke down and grinned. "Okay, definitely. I'd like to be there for the end, y'know?" His grin faded a little, and he caught her eyes. "You think this is gonna be it? Really?"

Sometimes he did. Sometimes, he was almost afraid to hope it would be, for fear of waking up the following day and finding that nothing had changed. Right now?

Right now, it was pretty easy to have hope, but he wouldn't mind a little confirmation, either.
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Yeah, Bobby could shake his head all he wanted, he wasn't fooling her. At all. She knew better. If he stayed home playing card games, he'd be crazy with boredom in half an hour. Wondering what kinda trouble she was getting herself into, probably, way before that, even.

It wasn't like she didn't know him or anything.

Plus, you know, just phasing through blaster fire and letting it blow up the computer systems instead? Not really the goal and, in her experience, didn't usually fix anything at all.

"Some day, I'm going to understand why not," he promised and Kitty just grinned at him. Maybe a little mischievously.

"Well, I could try explaining it, but then you'd really be bored." Or maybe he'd just fall asleep mid-explanation. Yeah, this time of night, she was going with that one as most likely.

What it boiled down to, though, was that nothing was ever really quite as simple as 'just blow it up and let the processor gods sort it out'. In fact, that tended to make whatever was wrong worse in a lot of cases. Not that she wouldn't be just fine with blowing the Triskelion to the moon if she thought that'd fix anything at all. And good riddance.

Also, she knew Bobby wouldn't miss tomorrow. He wouldn't want to. It was a big day in a lot of ways and one she still couldn't quite wrap her head around completely. Maybe she never would, even after it was all over, but sitting here, just leaning back and relaxing and talking about it a little, it almost seemed like she might be able to eventually.

It all actually seemed possible. Or at least more possible than it ever had before.

"Mmmmm...maaaaaybe," he conceded as he took a sip from his glass and pretended to give it careful consideration, then broke down and grinned. "Okay, definitely. I'd like to be there for the end, y'know?" His grin faded a little, and he caught her eyes. "You think this is gonna be it? Really?"

Yeah, that was a really good question wasn't it? One Kitty had to stop a minute - mid-nose wrinkling, because it was necessary - to think about. Taking a careful sip from her cup, so she wouldn't dump it on her face instead, the brunette's expression turned thoughtful.

"Maybe?" she began, then paused again and nodded, shrugging a little with one shoulder, "Yeah, I guess I do. I think I do." Kitty wrinkled her nose again, this time at herself. "I definitely want to think it is. We've kinda earned that and I think this is probably our best chance. It even seems like we might know what we're doing and everything, huh?"

Amazing what a little organization could do. Or maybe it was determination. Or a little of both.
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Try as he might (and admittedly, he'd never tried all that hard), he'd never quite understood why taking down a computer system didn't just involve blowing it up. That was pretty final, wasn't it? If the computer was so much slag, it wouldn't be processing anything.

"Well, I could try explaining it, but then you'd really be bored," Kit pointed out with a mischievous grin, one that completely deserved the wrinkled nose he directed at her in return.

"Thanks, pass," he replied, holding up his glass. "I bow to the superior knowledge of the expert." She understood it, after all. That was good enough for him.

Would he, however, be bored sitting tomorrow out? Maybe, maybe not. On the one hand, he was tired of fighting. Not so much so that he was going to give it up any time soon, but enough that spending the day blowing up Sentinels really didn't have a whole lot of appeal. On the other, not knowing what was going on would drive him insane in short order, especially since Kit was going to be there. Chewing his nails through her semi-disastrous camp liberation mission earlier had been bad enough.

And then too, she was right. If this was It? He did really want to be there to see it.

The question was, was this really it, or just wishful thinking? Yeah, everything had been going really well for the Resistance this last week but...

He wanted to believe there might actually be an end in sight, but he wasn't sure if that was just wishful thinking, too.

Kit didn't answer immediately, instead taking some time to mull it over while she sipped at her drink. "Maybe?" she began, then paused again and nodded, shrugging a little with one shoulder, "Yeah, I guess I do. I think I do." Kitty wrinkled her nose again, this time at herself. "I definitely want to think it is. We've kinda earned that and I think this is probably our best chance. It even seems like we might know what we're doing and everything, huh?"

"Yeah," he admitted, nodding as he took a sip from his own plastic cup. He wasn't sure that them having earned it factored in much; a lot of people had earned a lot of things over the years, and it hadn't seemed to have had much effect. There had been a lot of planning, though. And organization, something their team hadn't exactly ever excelled at, despite Rogue's best efforts and Remy's...

Yeah, maybe he'd better leave it there.

"I think..." he began, then paused again, trying to figure out exactly what it was he was trying to say. "It's just weird, y'know? To think this might actually be the end." He smiled a little, crookedly, then shrugged. "Sort of scary in a way. I haven't given a whole lot of thought to "after" in a long time. It seemed kinda pointless, when it didn't seem like it would ever end. And now..."

Now, it looked as if there might actually be an after, and he had actual plans for it. They both did, given what she'd said earlier about Reed's think tank idea. An actual idea of what the future might hold, and the knowledge they'd be together in it.

"I think I'm afraid to hope for it, but I'm doing it anyway," he admitted, smiling just a little at the irony as he shrugged and raised his glass. "To tomorrow? And whatever comes after?" He grinned a little, and added, "Personally, I'm voting for a vacation."

After all, if he was going to dream, he might as well do a good job of it. They'd been in Wakanda just long enough to make him realize that some actual time off didn't sound bad, at all.
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Did she just have to give one answer?

Kitty sort of hoped not, since she had a bunch of them swimming around in her head and all of them were true in one way or another. Maybe tomorrow would be it. Maybe it'd be the end of all this. Or the beginning of the end, at least. She believed it, or she thought she believed it, but man. It was kinda hard to pin down to just a yes or a no.

Maybe what it came down to was that she really, really wanted to believe it was. Think it was. Because they'd earned that and it was probably going to be the best chance they had. It was definitely the best chance they'd ever had that she knew anything about.

For once, it seemed like they might all actually know what they were doing, mostly, and were willing to try to do it together, instead of bits here and pieces there with nobody having much of a clue about who was doing what or when.

"Yeah," he admitted, nodding as he took a sip from his own plastic cup though she wasn't sure if that was actual agreement or faux-I-don't-know-what-else-to-say agreement. So she just sipped her own wine from her own plastic glass and gave him a questioning look to see if he'd give her a better clue.

"I think..." he began, then paused again, trying to figure out exactly what it was he was trying to say. "It's just weird, y'know? To think this might actually be the end." He smiled a little, crookedly, then shrugged. "Sort of scary in a way. I haven't given a whole lot of thought to "after" in a long time. It seemed kinda pointless, when it didn't seem like it would ever end. And now..."

"Now it actually might?" she finished, giving him an understanding, slightly wry smile of her own as she lowered her glass. "Yeah, I get that. I never thought of 'after' much, either, because it didn't seem like there'd probably be one. No matter how hard we tried." And they had tried. Maybe not in the right ways all the time and maybe sometimes not hard enough, but they had tried.

And now, suddenly (at least for her, but it seemed like pretty suddenly for everybody else, too) it was looking like there might actually be an 'after'. A future to look forward to. After so long of telling herself there probably wouldn't be, that this was it, it took a little getting used to. Some time to shift the way she was used to thinking.

"I think I'm afraid to hope for it, but I'm doing it anyway," he admitted, smiling just a little at the irony as he shrugged and raised his glass. "To tomorrow? And whatever comes after?" He grinned a little, and added, "Personally, I'm voting for a vacation."

Laughing softly and grinning, Kitty nodded and tapped her only half full or so glass to his again. "Yeah, that doesn't sound too bad at all, does it?" she agreed, taking a sip from her cup and then lowering it again, smiling over at Bobby. "Though not having anything to fight might be a vacation all by itself. And I'm really, really hoping that's what we get. Then a whole bunch of stuff after that's a lot more fun to deal with."

Which would be, you know, almost anything at all. But there was Reed's project to think about and not having to hide all the time anymore, and no more Camps or Sentinels, and that sounded like about the closest thing to perfect she'd thought of in a long time.
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It was weird, in a way. Just realizing that this might actually be it. Oh, probably not instantly; he realized that even if they won tomorrow, it wouldn't be like switching a light switch. There would still be things to do for a long time, some involving them, others probably not. But still, it was an end.

Until the last couple of days, he hadn't really given any thought to "after" for a long, long time. There hadn't seemed much point, considering that it hadn't seemed as if after would ever come. And now...

"Now it actually might?" Kit interjected when he paused to find the words, giving him a smile to show she understood, but that suggested she was just as bemused by the idea as he was. "Yeah, I get that. I never thought of 'after' much, either, because it didn't seem like there'd probably be one. No matter how hard we tried."

He nodded a response to that, and added, "Yeah, exactly." Because really, that pretty well summed it up. For so long, nothing they'd done had seemed to make any difference. It was almost hard to believe that now, it just might; even harder to hope for it, when hopes had been crushed so many times before.

He was doing it anyway. And that, he figured deserved another toast; to tomorrow, and whatever came after.

Personally, he thought a vacation sounded pretty damn good.

Kit laughed at that, then grinned at him as she tapped her glass against his. "Yeah, that doesn't sound too bad at all, does it?" she agreed, taking another sip from her glass before smiling over at him. "Though not having anything to fight might be a vacation all by itself. And I'm really, really hoping that's what we get. Then a whole bunch of stuff after that's a lot more fun to deal with."

He finished drinking, eyed the level of his glass, and reached for the bottle as he smiled back at her, shifting a little to get more comfortable. "Yeah? Like what kind of stuff?" he asked, eyes glinting mischievously as he topped off her glass, then his.

As long as they were talking about the future anyway, they might as well paint a few pictures of it.
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She was still getting used to it. All the stuff that'd happened this week. All the stuff that'd happened in the two years she'd completely missed in the blink of an eye.

A few days ago, for her, HQ had been in a whole different place. They'd been wondering if they were ever gonna make any headway, but they'd been trying like crazy to do just that. There hadn't been quite as many Resistance teams. The ones that were here hadn't been particularly organized.

Now there were people she hadn't seen before. Teams she hadn't really seen before, or barely knew. People that'd been on one team that were on a completely different one now. The Camps were gone. Most of the SHIELD bases had been taken down. The Bronx and Marysville were both rubble.

It was a lot to take in and she was processing slower than she might've liked, but now? Now they were going for an all or nothing play tomorrow and it looked like they might even have a half decent chance. Now, there might actually be an 'after all this is over' and it might be a lot sooner than any of them imagined.

For years, she'd kept herself from really thinking about 'later'. Hadn't planned for it, really, other than the next fight, because she'd never really been convinced there would ever be an 'after'. However hard they tried and however much they wanted one. So she got where Bobby was coming from.

Next to her, he kinda confirmed that with a nod and a, "Yeah, exactly."

Maybe they were both afraid to hope for it too much, but they seemed to be doing it anyway. Along with making toasts. Though if they did many more of those she was gonna need more wine.

Still, tomorrow was a good thing to toast to. And what might come after. Which Bobby seemed to think should be a vacation.

That had her laughing, but it was a pretty easy toast to make so she tapped her plastic cup against his and finished the rest of her wine. No, vacation didn't sound so bad. Neither did not have anything to fight, which might be a vacation all on it's own.

Maybe it was jinxing it, but she was really hoping that's exactly what they got. A vacation from all the fighting and a lot of better stuff to do after. Some that she already had some idea about, some that would probably be a surprise. None, hopefully, that involved more stuff trying to kill them.

Bobby finished off his wine, leaving his glass nearly empty, too, then reached for the bottle as he smiled back. "Yeah? Like what kind of stuff?" he asked, eyes glinting mischievously as he topped off her glass, then his and she grinned back, sipping a little from her glass again as she thought about it.

"Like the stuff Reed wants to do. I really miss poking around in a lab." That'd been something she realized pretty fast today, in the lab with Nezh while they worked on Veil's uniform. "It felt good to do that again, and to actually come out with something useful that helped somebody else." Not something they'd had much of a chance to do while they were all just trying to stay alive. "Being...normal again," Kitty added, pausing to take another sip from her cup and smiling over at him. "Not that I was ever all that normal to start with, but you know. More normal than stuff has been for years. I miss that, too."

Looking a little wistful, she shrugged with one shoulder. "Being able to go out in public without having to worry about Sentinels. Or being attacked by soldiers. Heck, just being able to go get a burger and a coke and some fries without having to worry about getting shot at. It'll be nice to be a person again."

Honestly, she hadn't felt like much of one since that night the Sentinels attacked the mansion and made it plain that they weren't people. They weren't anything but nameless, faceless nuisances without any real worth.

"What about you," she asked curiously, meeting his eyes. "What kind of stuff for you?"
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