Kitty Pryde (phase_me) wrote in powersic, @ 2014-05-03 02:20:00 |
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Entry tags: | avalanche, retconned, shadowcat |
The Hangover
Who: Avalanche and Shadowcat
What: Waking up and totally not being awkward about it.
When: Core Date 16.03.2867 - Tuesday morning
Where: Onboard the Widget, parked on Serenity-X
Warning: TBD
Kitty had a headache. It wasn't the worst headache she'd ever had, but it was bad enough that she was ready to just close her eyes and ignore the sun. Or... not the sun, it turned out, since she was in the bedroom on board her ship. It was the fake sun that was programmed to shine through the fake windows on the wall beside her bed. That was good, since it meant she could control it. Raising her head up from the pillow, she squinted toward the light and gave the command, "Widget, dim lights to 50%."
The lights dimmed, and Kitty breathed a sigh of relief. That was much, much better. She dropped her head back onto the pillow and tugged the blanket down a bit, ignoring the cool air as it hit her bare skin... which brought up another question. She was on her ship, not wearing a shirt, and though she hadn't thought anything of it when she first woke up, she was realizing that whoever it was that was pressed up against her back, with what felt like an arm draped over her body, was most definitely not a small cold-blooded dragon.
It took abut another half second for her groggy brain to connect all of the dots and pull up actual, if somewhat fragmented, memories of what had happened the night before. There was the bonfire, and then she'd convinced Lance to go look at... something she couldn't even remember on her ship, and at some point, she'd shut Lockheed out so he didn't burn the whole place down, and then clothes were coming off. Not all of her clothes, she noted as she stretched her legs, just the vast majority of them. That made her blush, even though she figured that the time for blushing had probably already come and gone.
She rolled over onto her back, looking up at the ceiling and letting her eyes adjust to the light for a second. A small thunk against the bottom of the door alerted her to the fact that Lockheed was still locked out of the room, and she frowned. "I think I probably shouldn't let him in." Rolling her head to the side to actually look at Lance, she offered a small smile and added, "Morning."