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| You Take Me Up; 5/23 late evening (Bobby, Kitty) | |
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| Kitty Pryde | Apr 15 2014, 12:24 PM Post #46 |
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ESU wasn't a bad idea, really. At least, once they were officially people again who were allowed to do things like go to college and, you know, walk around outside without giant deathbots trying to blow them up. It wasn't Wakanda and with the way Bobby was grinning at her he probably already knew she'd say that. But it was still a really good school. Or had been, once upon a time. People like Reed Richards and Peter Parker had gone there. Also Victor Von Doom, but it wasn't ESU's fault he was a crazy person. Sue and Johnny's dad had been a professor there. So, yeah, provided everything went the way they were hoping, maybe she could take a few classes or something. Even if it would just probably set off that weird, teasing/rivalry thing that Reed and T'Challa always seemed to have going. Or she thought it was teasing, at least. They just did it a little different than most people. Bobby nodded, then laughed, because yeah. You really couldn't miss it if they were doing it once you'd seen it a time or two. "They do that a lot?" he asked as he shifted a little, fingertips stroking her lower back. That felt really nice. "Yeah," she confirmed with a half-grin, "or they used to." Back before everything went wrong and Reed was gone. "They don't seem to have forgot how, though." Not from what she'd seen, anyway. And there was one more plus in all that. If she went to some classes at ESU, Bobby could help her with her homework, right? That got at least close to the desired reaction. Well, except for the choking, but that didn't seem serious at least. No CPR apparently required. The look on his face was perfect and the brunette grinned completely and totally unrepentantly. "Oh yeah," he managed, grinning as he wiped at his eyes. "That'd definitely be a good plan. Lemme know when you want a B- in Accounting, and I'm definitely your guy." Taking another sip of her wine, Kitty let out a skeptical laugh of her own. Yeah, sure. She was dying to get into accounting. Then he was giving her a skeptical look of his own, complete with lifted eyebrow. "Unless when you say "help" you mean "let me use you as an experiment subject?" he added. "Because y'know, I want full disclosure in writing about the nature of the experiments before I agree to anything. Not that I'll understand it," he admitted, "but it's the principle of the thing." Oooh, now there was an idea and she peered at him consideringly for a second, giving him a quick once over. "Hmmm," she pondered, trying not to grin, "does that mean you're volunteering to be a test subject? Because there are a lot of forms that go with that. I can definitely get those for you. I never know when I might need one've those on short notice. You know, for a really good cause or something." Not that she'd actually experiment on him. Probably. Maybe. |
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| Iceman | Apr 16 2014, 05:21 PM Post #47 |
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Mmmhmmm. The 2.7 average accounting major was definitely the one Kit would want helping her with her homework. Given her laugh pretty much erased any doubt he might have had (but hadn't) about her plans to delve into the wonderful world of business record keeping, he was pretty sure his genius girlfriend wouldn't be calling on him for assistance any time soon. Unless, of course, she was looking for test subjects. If so, he was definitely insisting on full discloser. And paperwork. Lots and lots of paperwork containing lots of words he'd probably need to get Reed to translate for him. That got a look that was far too thoughtful from his girlfriend. Uh oh. "Hmmm," she pondered, trying not to grin, "does that mean you're volunteering to be a test subject? Because there are a lot of forms that go with that. I can definitely get those for you. I never know when I might need one've those on short notice. You know, for a really good cause or something." He sighed dramatically, then sadly shook his head, mouth twitching as he fought an urge to grin. "Mmmhmm. Now I know why you keep me around. Just in case you need a test dummy." Surrendering to the inevitable, he grinned. "Anyway, you round up the paperwork, we'll talk. But I draw the line at being disintegrated. I'm pretty sure the Sentinels have an exclusive contract on that." Not that it happened that often. Not really. Just a lot more often than he was willing to admit. |
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| Kitty Pryde | Apr 18 2014, 06:26 PM Post #48 |
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Yeah, she'd pass on the accounting. As much as she liked math, she didn't like math quite that much. Not when it involved columns and columns of math and ledges and all the paperwork, ever. Bobby was an accountant, he could handle all that. She wouldn't want to encroach on his territory or anything. The offer to volunteer as her test subject for the benefit of science, though? Welllll.... It was really nice of him and she was sure she could come up with all the forms they'd need. Who knew when they might need a subject to experiment on on short notice? So that would be pretty handy and also for a really good cause. She was sure it would be for a really good cause (also probably lots of fun, but Kitty kept that bit to herself since she was pretty sure it wouldn't help with the convincing). And there it was, the dramatic sighing she knew was coming. Along with the head shaking. Also the trying not to grin, but she could pretend she didn't see that if he wanted. At least for a little bit. "Mmmhmm. Now I know why you keep me around. Just in case you need a test dummy." Kitty didn't even bother trying not to grin. She grinned a lot and shot him a mischievous look. "It's not the only reason I keep you around," she pointed out. Just in case he hadn't figured that out. Then he was grinning, too. He never could hold out on that for long. "Anyway, you round up the paperwork, we'll talk. But I draw the line at being disintegrated. I'm pretty sure the Sentinels have an exclusive contract on that." Okay, yeah, that was definitely not a good thing. Wrinkling her nose at the idea, Kitty took another sip from her cup, noticing that it was already more than half empty again. Seriously, there was a hole there somewhere. There had to be. "Yeah, I vote for no disintegrating, too. I hate when you do that. I'm never sure if you're gonna undisintegrate, no matter how many times I've seen you do it." Just too disconcerting to get used to. She'd really rather he not disintegrate at all anymore. |
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| Iceman | Apr 18 2014, 09:45 PM Post #49 |
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Suuuuure. She just wanted her very own personal crash dummy. Obviously, it was the whole reason she kept him around. Or at least, he was going with that as a working theory, while fighting a losing battle against grinning. Kit didn't even pretend to deny it, just grinned broader and got that mischievous look he loved but that always meant trouble. "It's not the only reason I keep you around," she proclaimed. Mmmm. Okay, he liked the sound of that. Especially considering that it reminded him of a certain raincheck she'd given him earlier up on the roof of that building by Times Square. First, though, there was a certain matter of test subject waivers to be dispensed with. Grinning, he suggested she get hold of the paperwork and they'd talk. Disintegration was totally off the table, though. He spent enough time disintegrated as it was, and the Sentinels would probably file a class action lawsuit against her, seeing as they seemed to figure they had exclusive rights to that. She wrinkled her nose at that and took another sip from her cup. "Yeah, I vote for no disintegrating, too. I hate when you do that. I'm never sure if you're gonna undisintegrate, no matter how many times I've seen you do it." He shrugged and smiled crookedly. "Yeah, I feel the same way when I watch things go through you," he admitted. "I always want to yell for you to duck. But hey," he reached over and rubbed her shoulder, then smiled reassuringly, "this is me we're talking about. I'm like the Energizer Bunny of disintegration." He paused for a half second to consider that, because it didn't sound like exactly what he'd meant, then shrugged and grinned. "Or, y'know, whatever commercial-type thing you can plug into that sentence that actually makes sense." Timex, maybe? He considered that as he took another drink, then discarded that as well. "Keeps on ticking" made it sound as if he were some kind of bomb, and that wasn't exactly what he was going for, either. |
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| Kitty Pryde | Apr 19 2014, 10:22 PM Post #50 |
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Okay, she wouldn't really experiment on him. Probably. Okay, maybe a really little at most and only with stuff that wouldn't actually hurt him. That definitely wasn't the only reason she kept him around, though. Bobby should know that by now. He should also probably know better than to offer to sign official paperwork to be a test subject, but that didn't seem to be stopping him. Well, if he was that set on it, sure. She could definitely get hold of that. But, yeah, no disintegration experiments. She really, really hated it when he did that. Even after seeing him do it tons of times, she was never totally sure he was going to manage to undisintegrate himself. It drove her nuts and made her nervous and gave her all sorts of feelings she didn't want to have. They'd lost more than enough people to this. She'd lost more than enough people to this. She really didn't want to think about adding him to that list. With another of those crooked smiles, Bobby shrugged. "Yeah, I feel the same way when I watch things go through you," he admitted which didn't quite seem like the same thing to her. She was still there when that happened, and not disappeared into her component parts that he had to wait on to put themselves back together. "I always want to yell for you to duck. But hey," he reached over and rubbed her shoulder, then smiled reassuringly as she leaned toward him a little more, "this is me we're talking about. I'm like the Energizer Bunny of disintegration." He paused for a half second to consider that, and Kitty wrinkled her nose. That...somehow didn't seem to work all that great as a basis for comparison, "Or, y'know, whatever commercial-type thing you can plug into that sentence that actually makes sense." Laughing, she shook her head and grinned at him. "I'm not sure, but I don't think it's that one. That'd mostly mean you just keep on getting disintegrated endlessly. I'm not okay with that." Scooting over closer and finishing off the rest of the wine in her cup, she reached for the bottle again. "Plus, I don't actually melt or anything when stuff goes through me. I'm still right there. But you can yell for me to duck if it makes you feel better." |
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| Iceman | Apr 20 2014, 05:48 PM Post #51 |
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Yeah, yeah. Her phasing through gunshots and energy blasts and whatever else wasn't the same thing as him getting blown to bits. He knew that. Still, knowing that whatever was being aimed at her would pass right through somehow didn't keep him from flinching when he watched it happen. He always had an urge to yell for her to duck. Still, him being disintegrated wasn't that big a deal anymore. It happened so often he'd stopped keeping track. He was sort of like the energizer bunny of disintegration. Or...yeah, he couldn't argue with that look. That didn't exactly work as a comparison, did it? Kit laughed in response, then grinned at him. "I'm not sure, but I don't think it's that one. That'd mostly mean you just keep on getting disintegrated endlessly. I'm not okay with that." "No?" he teased as she scooted closer. Mmm, nice. His fingers teased along her lower back again as she finished off her wine and reached for the bottle, and held out his own glass in silent request for a refill. "You've gotta admit, the novelty value would probably wear off if I did." Not that he much liked the idea himself, but he'd pretty much gotten used to it happening regularly. He had to admit, though - it was probably worse to watch than it was to experience. "Plus, I don't actually melt or anything when stuff goes through me. I'm still right there." True, but not exactly the point. Or maybe it was. He was pretty sure the point was there somewhere, but he was pretty sure he'd lost track of it. "But you can yell for me to duck if it makes you feel better." Oh, there it was! "I'll keep that in mind," he nodded, then grinned. "I mean - I know the stuff can't hit you. There's just always this split second before my upper brain functions kick in and remind me of that. Maybe I'll try filling it with a call out." Or not, because honestly, she'd probably just turn around and stick her tongue out at him. Then again, she looked pretty cute when she did that. It wasn't exactly a disincentive. "Anyway," he continued, smiling at her as his fingers slid up under her shirt, brushing over her stealth suit, "I'm right there, too. Just sort of...not obviously?" He grinned, then added, "If you're there, you can always give me a hand and sort of kick the pieces closer together. It'd probably speed things up." Honestly, he still wasn't entirely sure how that worked, but he'd stopped worrying about it. After all, he always put himself back together eventually. He'd leave the "how" to her, or to someone else who'd actually understand the answer. It wasn't likely he'd feel any better about the whole process if somehow managed to explain it to him. He had a feeling he'd really rather not know. |
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| Kitty Pryde | Apr 22 2014, 03:45 PM Post #52 |
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Yeah, no to the Energizer Bunny comparison. One, that wasn't what he was going for, she was pretty sure. Two, thinking about that for half a second told her that would probably mean he was just going to get constantly disintegrated. Really, really not fond of that. "No?" he teased as she scooted closer and his fingers stroked along her back. That was nice. "You've gotta admit, the novelty value would probably wear off if I did." Giving him a brief look, she rolled her eyes as she filled his glass up again, too. "The novelty wore off a loooong time ago for that. I promise." Seriously, watching people blow up that she really didn't want blown up was not her favorite activity. Whether they could put themselves back together or not. It just kept her holding her breath for that time that they couldn't. Bobby couldn't group her in there, either, because she didn't melt or disperse (at least, not if something wasn't horribly wrong) or generally fall apart in any way when stuff went through her. She was still right there, same as always. Though if him yelling for her to duck made him feel better, he could yell that all he wanted, she guessed. "I'll keep that in mind," he nodded, then grinned. "I mean - I know the stuff can't hit you. There's just always this split second before my upper brain functions kick in and remind me of that. Maybe I'll try filling it with a call out." Grinning back at him, she let out another laugh before sipping her wine. "You should, even if Rogue'll probably think you've gone nuts. The look on her face would be worth it." "Anyway," he continued, smiling at her as his fingers slid up under her shirt, brushing over her stealth suit, "I'm right there, too. Just sort of...not obviously?" He grinned, then added, "If you're there, you can always give me a hand and sort of kick the pieces closer together. It'd probably speed things up." Oh that was just bad. A bad, bad image. "I refuse to kick pieces of you around. That's just disturbing," Kitty pointed out to him, trying to keep a serious expression without much success. "Sorry, you gotta collect your own pieces," she added with a nod, then a grin. Then she leaned over and gave him a quick kiss. Just because. "Just try to get them put back together in the right order, okay?" |
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| Iceman | Apr 23 2014, 02:23 PM Post #53 |
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Disintegrating over and over again, huh? He couldn't say as he liked the idea, but it didn't cause the same horrified reaction it would have a few years earlier. These days, it happened, he pulled himself back together, and moved on, trying to think about it as little as possible. Hell, if it did happen over and over? Maybe it would lose any novelty value it had left, and she'd stop worrying about it. He doubted it, personally (which was nice in a way, not that he wanted to give her reasons to worry), but it could. Kitty gave him a look as she refilled his glass. "The novelty wore off a loooong time ago for that. I promise." she said, looking not particularly amused, and he shrugged a little, apologetically. It wasn't as if he went out of his way to get blown up, and she knew that. Or at least, he didn't usually. As far as yelling warnings went, though, he might just have to take her up on that offer. Oh, he knew that technically, nothing could hit her when she was phased - but knowing it and actually remembering it when they were in the middle of a fight were two different things. He might just have to see if yelling "duck!" filled the gap left by his brain needing time to kick into gear, seeing as she was offering. That, she grinned at, and laughed a little as she took another sip from her newly refilled glass. "You should, even if Rogue'll probably think you've gone nuts. The look on her face would be worth it." "Definitely have to give it a shot, then," he countered, grinning back at her and holding up his glass in acknowledgement. "I'm way behind on my Rogue torturing; gotta catch up." She was right, too - the expression on their co-leader's face would be priceless. Hopefully he wouldn't have the opportunity to try it out tomorrow (he didn't really much like the idea of Kit being shot at, period), but sooner or later, it'd likely come up. He'd have to keep it in mind. In the meantime, counter-reassuring her that he was, in fact, still there (somehow) when he'd been disintegrated sounded like a good idea. Not that he could explain how that worked, exactly, but it was still true. In fact, if she wanted to speed up the re-integration process, she could always give him a hand and kick some of the pieces together. Hell, it might even actually work. "I refuse to kick pieces of you around. That's just disturbing," she pointed out, trying without much success to maintain a serious expression and probably thinking of all the missed opportunities to give him a well deserved kick that she was passing up on. "Sorry, you gotta collect your own pieces," she added with a nod, then grinned and leaned over to give him a quick kiss. "Just try to get them put back together in the right order, okay?" "Mmmm. Y'know, usually I manage that okay," he observed, reaching up to stroke his fingers down her cheek. Not that he was quite sure how he did that, either, but that was one more thing he tried not to seriously question. He grinned mischievously, then added, "If you've ever got concerns about it, though, you're more than welcome to check. Make sure I didn't screw it up? I'm pretty sure you'd notice if anything wasn't in the right place." Not that he was worried about it. But hey, if she wanted an excuse to get him naked and check him out, he wasn't about to complain. |
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| Kitty Pryde | Apr 24 2014, 09:59 PM Post #54 |
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Well, hey, if Bobby wanted to yell for her to duck? Who was she to say no? It might be weird, and Rogue might think he was completely nuts, but the look on her face alone when he did it might be worth it all on its own. "Definitely have to give it a shot, then," he countered, grinning back at her and holding up his glass in acknowledgement. "I'm way behind on my Rogue torturing; gotta catch up." Letting out a laugh, Kitty rolled her eyes playfully. "Oh yeah, I bet she feels really neglected, what with you not tormenting her on a regular basis." Or, you know, not. And yeah, she knew when he disintegrated or got blown apart or melted or whatever that he was still there. His consciousness was still there, while he put himself together. Kitty knew it intellectually. Emotionally, it still wasn't something she liked much. Or at all. And there was just no way she was going to kick pieces of him around, whether or not it might help him put himself back together. That was just wrong on so very many levels. He was gonna have to gather up his own pieces and leave her out of it. Though she couldn't resist teasing him again and asking him to try to at least get them all back together in the right order. Otherwise, that might be kinda awkward. She threw in a kiss, just because, then decided to take another drink of her wine. Man, that was really getting gone fast, wasn't it? If she felt it much, yet, though, she couldn't really tell. "Mmmm. Y'know, usually I manage that okay," he observed, reaching up to stroke his fingers down her cheek. Tilting her face toward his fingers, Kitty lifted an eyebrow. Well, she couldn't argue that, really. At least if he wasn't managing it, she hadn't noticed. "If you've ever got concerns about it, though, you're more than welcome to check. Make sure I didn't screw it up? I'm pretty sure you'd notice if anything wasn't in the right place." Laughing softly, she scooted closer and gave him a mischievous look, reaching up to brush some stray hair back from his forehead. "Is that a suggestion or a request? Or maybe both," she asked. "I'm pretty sure I remember all your parts being in the right place, though. Or at least the same place they were the last time I saw them." So if he'd been putting them together wrong, he was doing it the same way every time. |
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| Iceman | Apr 25 2014, 08:34 PM Post #55 |
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It was entirely possible, Bobby decided, that Rogue did feel neglected. Oh, he'd argued with her earlier in the week, and he'd helped out with stuff a couple of times since, but when was the last time he'd genuinely harassed her? He couldn't remember, which suggested it had probably been way too long. He'd have to make a mental note of that, he decided, and spend some time torturing her on the mission tomorrow. It was really the least he could do. Meanwhile, though, Kitty apparently needed some reassurance about his reassembling ability, which definitely took priority. While she might not be interested in helping get the pieces of him in one place, she was throwing in a kiss and a request that he put them together in the right order. He could do that. Of course, he wouldn't exactly object if she checked periodically, either. Just in case. She laughed at that, then moved closer and reached up to brush some hair back from his forehead. Mmmm, nice. He smiled, humming softly, as she asked, "Is that a suggestion or a request? Or maybe both," she asked. "Mmm, pretty sure it's both?" he hinted, smiling mischievously as he teased her hair back from her face. Because...well, yeah. He was good with either, if it meant a lack of clothing and a lot of attention, which he was pretty sure it would. "I'm pretty sure I remember all your parts being in the right place, though. Or at least the same place they were the last time I saw them." "Are you sure?" he asked, as he took another sip from his cup, feigning uncertainty about the situation even though things always went back together right, however they did it. "Because y'know, if you're feeling a need to check, I wouldn't mind losing a few layers of clothing. It's warm in here, anyway. Which it was. Or maybe that was the wine. Or the company. No matter which way you looked at it, he was good with getting undressed. |
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| Kitty Pryde | Apr 27 2014, 08:31 PM Post #56 |
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Had she just told Bobby to go out and torture Rogue? A couple seconds thought and Kitty decided that, yeah, she might have. But Rogue was used to it, right? She could handle it and it'd keep Bobby in practice or something. Yeah, she'd try to make sense of that later. For now, they were talking about Bobby and him putting himself back together. Which still was not even close to her favorite thing. In fact, he if wanted to stop getting blown up or melted all together, that'd be just fine with her. Especially since it made her wonder if he got all the parts in the right place. Of course she was teasing, and also of course Bobby answered exactly the way she expected him to. Well, yeah, she guessed she could check and make sure, Kitty decided, as she reached up to brush some hair back from his forehead. But what she couldn't help wondering if that was a request or a suggestion. Or if there was actually any real difference between those two things. "Mmm, pretty sure it's both?" he hinted, smiling mischievously as he took his turn brushing some hair back from her face. Yeah, that's kinda what she was thinking, too. But she was also pretty sure she remembered all his parts being in the same general places they were before. So maybe it was a moot point? "Are you sure?" he asked, as he took another sip from his cup, feigning uncertainty about the situation even though things always went back together right, however they did it. "Because y'know, if you're feeling a need to check, I wouldn't mind losing a few layers of clothing. It's warm in here, anyway." Hmmm...yeah, he was right. They still had on the stealth suits and their regular clothes. One set at leat probably need to go. "The stealth suits or the regular clothes?" she asked, taking another drink from her cup and then looking down at it again with a frown. "I really think my cup's leaking or something," she added. "It's getting empty way too fast." |
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| Iceman | Apr 29 2014, 10:57 AM Post #57 |
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It was definitely getting warm in the room, Bobby decided as he fingered tendrils of hair that had escaped her ponytail back from Kit's face. Maybe it was the wine. Or her proximity. Or...well, the fact they were wearing two layers of clothing probably factored in there somewhere. He definitely wouldn't mind losing those. If it had the added benefit of her checking to make sure everything was still in the right place...well, he wouldn't exactly object to that, either. "The stealth suits or the regular clothes?" she asked as she took another drink, but before he could answer he realized she was once again staring down into her cup. Which was once again empty. Huh. Maybe there really was some kind of wine-absorbing black hole. He glanced at his, which - yeah, the level on that was a whole lot lower than it should've been, too. Weird "I really think my cup's leaking or something," she added. "It's getting empty way too fast." "Maybe, but I'm really starting to believe SHIELD installed some kind of wine-sucking...thing." He waved his hand vaguely, figuring she could come up with a better word for it than he could, then grinned and added, "You should probably make it the top priority of your first research project, before it goes insane and we're facing prohibition or something." His hand groped for the bottle, and he picked it up and looked at it, forehead furrowing. Empty. Yeah. Definitely something weird going on here; there was no way they could've polished off the whole thing already. At least it hadn't affected the second bottle, he was pleased to note as he got up to retrieve it from the table he'd left it on earlier, then remembered he hadn't answered her other question. "And is there an Option C for both? Because I'm always in favor of both. If not, I'm all for losing the stealth suits." Bringing the bottle of wine along with him, he went over to the dresser and began fishing around for the iPod he'd seen in there earlier when he'd been dumping out the stuff belonging to the room's former inhabitant. The guy could have his uniforms; he'd figured the MP3 player fell under the category of spoils of war. "Want some music?" he asked as he shifted around the clothes. It was in there somewhere. Unless whatever was making their wine evaporate had somehow latched onto personal electronics as well. |
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| Kitty Pryde | Apr 30 2014, 03:53 PM Post #58 |
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Yeah, they could definitely stand to lose a few layers. It was plenty warm in the room and they didn't need the Sentinel camouflage in here. She did like when he played with her hair like that, though, so Bobby could just keep that up while he decided which layer he'd rather get rid of. She was feeling a little warm and a little sleepy and a little fuzzy, but none've those would keep her from getting rid of whichever layer he decided he didn't want. And, wow, her cup was nearly empty again. Weird. Something about some of that had Bobby looking kinda confused, but his was a lot emptier now, too. Maybe that was it. Either these cups were a lot smaller than they looked or they really were leaking or something. "Maybe, but I'm really starting to believe SHIELD installed some kind of wine-sucking...thing." He waved his hand vaguely, and she took a look around the room. A wine sucking thing? Maybe she could spot it if there was one here. He was grinning, though, when she turned back, "You should probably make it the top priority of your first research project, before it goes insane and we're facing prohibition or something." Laughing, Kitty wrinkled her nose in distaste as he groped around for the wine bottle and came up with a curiously empty one. Huh. "That'd just be mean. It's bad enough they took away voting and stuff like driver's licenses. Taking away alcohol would just be way over the top. I'll see about getting right on that when we're done saving the world or whatever, though. Just in case," she assured him as he found the second bottle which apparently had escaped the wine sucking thing. "And is there an Option C for both? Both? Both what? Both bottles? The wine sucking thing? "Because I'm always in favor of both. If not, I'm all for losing the stealth suits." Oh! The question she'd asked before that he hadn't answered, but now he had. She could do that. Nodding, she reached over to grab his hand, but he'd already escaped before she could get hold of him, going over to look for something on the dresser. "Want some music?" "There's music in the dresser?" That was weird, but she'd seen weirder. She'd actually seen weirder downstairs, not that long ago. "Yeah, sure," Kitty added with a smile and shrug. "Why not? I like music." Even if is was music stored in the dresser for some strange reason or other. "You need to come back over here, though, if you want to lose the stealth suit." She waved her empty cup at him for emphasis. "My powers still don't work long range." |
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| Iceman | May 1 2014, 12:40 PM Post #59 |
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To be honest, he wasn't entirely sure he'd put it past SHIELD to have installed some kind of...well, wine sucking things on their helicarrier. Anyone crazy enough to enlist was most likely already drunk, or driven to drink pretty quickly. Kitty really should consider making it a top priority when she joined up with Reed's research group to figure out just what they'd done and put a stop to it, before the tech ran rampant and they all ended up facing Prohibition or something. She laughed, then wrinkled her nose at him as he produced the now-empty wine bottle and peered at it curiously. "That'd just be mean. It's bad enough they took away voting and stuff like driver's licenses. Taking away alcohol would just be way over the top. I'll see about getting right on that when we're done saving the world or whatever, though. Just in case," she promised. He nodded and grinned at her. "It's definitely a priority," he agreed, glad that she was recognizing the importance, then belatedly remembering as he got to his feet to retrieve the other bottle that she'd asked another question. One about clothing. He was all for losing all of it - hell, it wasn't as if anyone'd likely be coming in to visit at this time of night - but he'd settle for the stealth suits. They might be stealthy, but they were also really warm and kind of armor-y. Besides, there was a fleet of Sentinels on the main deck who already knew they were here. He was pretty sure "stealth" wasn't needed. She nodded and reached out for his hand, but he had another thought and veered off to the dresser first. Music wouldn't suck about now, and he actually had something that would play it, thanks to the SHIELD officer they'd inherited the room from. If she wanted music. She probably would, right? Or... Well, maybe he should check, because she was looking at him kind of weird. "There's music in the dresser?" she asked, and he nodded as his hand finally encountered the iPod he'd buried under the clothes he'd dumped in after doing the laundry. "Yeah, sure," Kitty added with a smile and shrug. "Why not? I like music." See, he'd known that! Grinning, he turned and held up the iPod as evidence, then paused to get it turned on and a playlist running. Hopefully whoever it was had decent taste in music. "You need to come back over here, though, if you want to lose the stealth suit." She waved her empty cup at him for emphasis. "My powers still don't work long range." "Lemme think - do I want to come over there and let you take my clothes off?" He paused and rubbed his chin as if pretending to consider it, then rolled his eyes and grinned. "Yeah, pretty sure I'm in favor of that," he admitted as he picked up the bottle and headed back for the bed. "How 'bout you?" he asked, as he set down the bottle and iPod and reached for her hand to tug her up. "Need some help?" Granted, she did it faster with her powers. But there was something to say about doing it the old fashioned way, even if it was just that he'd have to take off her jeans and shirt before getting to the stealth suit. He'd definitely be okay with that, too. |
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| Kitty Pryde | May 3 2014, 03:56 PM Post #60 |
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Prohibition again? Yeah, that'd just be mean. After everything else they'd had to give up, it seemed just plain spiteful to take the alcohol away. Or make something that...sucked it away or made it vanish. Not to mention, that really hadn't worked way back in the twenties. Kitty was pretty sure it wouldn't go over any better right now. She'd get right on figure out what evil, wine-sucking thing SHIELD might've implemented, though, just as soon as they were done saving the world or the country or whatever. Just in case there was something to Bobby's suspicions. Bobby nodded and grinned at her. "It's definitely a priority," he agreed, then kinda wandered off to assault the musical dresser (why did they have a musical dresser?) before she could do the other thing he'd asked about. Which meant he'd be stuck in two sets of clothes for a little longer. Music was good, though. Even if she didn't quite understand the musical dresser, but Bobby was nodding, apparently confirming that it was, indeed, somehow musical. But SHIELD had done weirder, so whatever. She liked music. Ohhh, he found an iPod! Hadn't seen one of those in practically forever. If Bobby wanted any of his clothing layers removed, though, he'd have to come back over here. Her powers still didn't work from that far away. It would've been cool if they did, but they definitely didn't. "Lemme think - do I want to come over there and let you take my clothes off?" He paused and rubbed his chin as if pretending to consider it, then rolled his eyes and grinned. "Yeah, pretty sure I'm in favor of that," he admitted as he picked up the bottle and headed back for the bed and she wrinkled her nose at him playfully. "How 'bout you?" he asked, as he set down the bottle and iPod and reached for her hand to tug her up. "Need some help?" Frowning, she gave him a confused look, letting him tug her up off the bed. Belatedly, she remembered to set her glass down on the dresser. "I'm pretty sure I can use my powers all by myself," she told him, squeezing his hand. "Plus, I'm not sure how you'd actually help." Head tilting, she gave him a curious look. "You didn't hit your head or anything while we were gone, did you?" She didn't think he did. Or maybe he'd had too much wine. Was that where the rest've the bottle had gone while she wasn't looking? |
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