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Apr. 18th, 2015


Triple Treat (Errol, Megan, Peter, Kitty, Piotr)

"What if he doesn't remember how to get here?" Beauty asked, leaving the table for the third time in the last 15 minutes and crossing over to the door. She opened it anxiously and stepped onto the porch, wholly missing what Megan said back to her. It was Friday night at 4:52, and their dates - plus Beauty's special guest and his date - had 8 minutes left to make it here on time. The others - Errol, Peter - she wasn't too worried about. They'd been to the cottage more times than Beauty could quickly count. But Piotr...

Piotr last visited years ago. Yes, it'd been the place she'd insisted he stay - despite the fact that her bed was apparently way too small for the overlarge Russian - but that didn't mean that he really did remember exactly how to get here. It was a long time ago, after all, and so many things had happened since then.

After pacing a bit on the porch, she went back inside and closed the door again.

"Tell me more about this bowling," she asked Megan, to try to distract herself.

Mar. 24th, 2015


Just looking for a little trouble (Jono)

Kitty couldn't stay in the apartment for very long. It felt like home, and having a ready made home was both wonderful and disturbing. There were small things that made it feel familiar, a brush, a book, a huge Russian and a deceptively small dragon. She had a job, and she had shown up to the Institute and wanted to get right to work on the gizmos and gadgets that awaited her. The City was trying to seduce her, and that bothered her too. She'd been seduced and twisted by that seduction; she wanted to be able to accept and trust like Piotr did, but it was harder for her.

After getting to know the lab she'd been given, she decided to go for a walk. The walk led her to a bad part of town, which she was somewhat surprised existed. Only somewhat. How could a place so shiny happy have the dark and dirty? Then she remembered there were people who loved the dark, dirty, and shady. Pete was almost one of those, almost.

She didn't realize she'd wanted to find some place dangerous or potentially dangerous until she heard the catcall. The wolf whistle followed.

"Smart, Kitty. Walk right into it." Lockheed was nowhere to be seen; doing whatever dragons did when they could do whatever they wanted - most dragons did not suffer from restrictions. She turned to see a couple seedy types, and were they actually leering at her? She looked down to see that, no, she was not wearing anything that was leer worthy - jeans, tee, and a blazer.

"Okay, fellas. I really didn't mean to..." Had she meant to walk here? To find trouble? "Yeah."

Feb. 7th, 2015


Contentment (Kitty)

Exploring had been good. Piotr had looked for Beauty's house, but had not been able to find it, and he didn't quite know why. He hoped his kind friend was still in the City, he did wish to see her and thank her for her hospitality. He had run off to find Kitty and never returned. Not his choice, of course.

And this time he had his lovely Katya, and he could introduce the two of them.

They, him, Kitty, and Lockheed, had hit nearly every food cart and smaller food shop that they'd passed, as Piotr never felt quite full. At first he thought it was a matter of his eyes being bigger than his stomach, until he realized that he wasn't just craving things, he needed them. His body had been running on nearly empty for so long, being around all the food was a touch overwhelming.

But he was indulged, and between the stops they were seeing a lot.

He had taken her back to the apartment at the end of the day, their apartment. Their clean, nicely furnished, clean apartment. And then he'd ordered a pizza.

The aftermath of the pizza and beers were still on the coffee table. Piotr was stretched out on the couch, almost smothering it with his size.

"Katya... the pizza might have done me in."

Jan. 7th, 2015


Lost Kittens and Found Russians (Piotr)

Kitty had been running, or falling when she came to or became aware. She ran out to the middle of the street and came to a full stop to stare down a car. The car went right through her; funny that she was phased by the car and all the other cars than the car actually going through her. Items going through her weren't new or strange, but she hadn't expected a teeming city of after everything else. It was almost overwhelming, and X-men didn't get overwhelmed not by city life. She took a deep breath, ignoring the sounds of drivers who were becoming just a little frustrated that the woman wouldn't move.

"Okay, okay, I'm moving." She was more than an X-man. "Really, Kitty? Getting upset by a car?" Someone she loved running through her should have been far more upsetting. It had had a very similar reaction in the stop and stare. The resulting reaction to the stop and stare though had not been the same: one made her heart leap with a hint of pain and confusion, the current was just confusion.

She buried her hands in her pockets, and once she was safely on the sidewalk, she pulled out the contents of said pockets. Rubber band, a ten dollar bill, and a key. And a dog biscuit. She mentally called out for Lockheed, not that she thought he heard her words, but they were connected enough that he seemed to know where she was and that she needed him. The city felt familiar, and his absence, if he was really absent, felt familiar in it.

"Right. So let's get a coffee and find out what exactly is going on. And, possibly stop talking to ourselves in the process." She nodded and started toward the coffee shop not far away. She had a plan of action, and she hoped that at least one of her loves from that broken place was here - wherever here was.