Who: Kitty and Kurt
What: The duel at the Cliffs of Insanity
When: Wednesday afternoon
Where: The Danger Room
Rating: PG-13 for potential swearing and discussion of relationships between adults. Warning if you are disturbed by mention of a twenty year old dating a thirty two year old.



When Kitty went down to meet Kurt in the Danger Room, she felt restless. It had taken them a while to synchronize their schedules after a breakthrough in her locomotive software and his days working off campus, but it was finally here. Some alone time with Kurt, something she considered a commodity, and they'd probably be stuck talking about Pete the whole time.

Not that it bothered her. Now that she'd come to some conclusions--that he was still (more or less) the same, that he was trustworthy (even if they had a ways to go before she completely trusted him), and that she wanted in some way to be with him--it didn't seem like too big of a deal to speak to Kurt about it. The thing that hung over her mind was the fear that he'd judge her or hate Pete or some other upsetting thing. Lorna had taken it really well, with only a minor protective caveat, but Kitty couldn't make herself hope--in vain of course--that Kurt would choose to skip that little protective caveat himself.

As she waited, dressed in all in black like the Dread Pirate himself, she swung her sword around in a few feinting practice maneuvers, her feet moving as quick and light as if she'd been dancing. She prided herself on making realistic (or in this case, accurate) sims, but working on anything fictionally based always ended up being just a little more exciting. Real life scenarios certainly captured her full attention, but the innovations she made typically related to user-interface and specific training goals. In this case, she and Kurt certainly had a training goal--but it was simply to swordfight against one another and that was that. She'd already finished Westley, for rainy days when there was nobody to practice with her, and she'd nearly finished Inigo.

Kitty took a step back and examined her footprints in the soft silty sand. There, clear as day, were her footprints. Perfect. Looking faintly pleased with herself, she walked over to sit down on a rock and wait in earnest for Kurt. The sim opened down below, on the face of the cliff--it required you to climb up a few feet of rope to get to the top. Her sword at her side, Kitty looked up and enjoyed the wide, cloudy, blue (fake) sky.