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pneumo[ When Sascha wakes on the softness of a bed rather than the cold, hard ground it takes him a moment to realize where he is. He thinks maybe he perhaps fell asleep in a bale of hay, or fell into a mossy patch of the forest. What he doesn't expect is to suddenly find himself on a ship and immediately have to cover his eyes as the sharpness of the ambient lighting nearly blinds him.
He groans miserably and rolls over, one hand clapped over his face as he gropes his way over to the wall and tries to find the environmental controls (because he remembers what those are again and how they work)...and fails miserably, hitting the door button instead and sending himself tumbling out into the hallway. ]
He groans miserably and rolls over, one hand clapped over his face as he gropes his way over to the wall and tries to find the environmental controls (because he remembers what those are again and how they work)...and fails miserably, hitting the door button instead and sending himself tumbling out into the hallway. ]
The Origami Promise
Sep. 5th, 2017 02:18 pmpassingthroughCharacters: Winn & Kitty
Setting: Drift Fleet AU
When: Months after Winn leaves the fleet and Kitty awakes from a 2 month coma
[As consciousness seeps back to Kitty she slowly becomes aware of waking up. Her body shifts and it feels stiff and sluggish. She has a sense of being too tired to wake up, but there's something about the lessened response of her body that makes her mind more eager to get it's bearings, so she forces her eyes open and at first glance nothing is out of the ordinary. It's her room or at least her ceiling. She can see the picture of her parents from this angle and that is a comfort. She's hungry, but what else is new? She doesn't feel hungry enough to go to the kitchen. Maybe she should just go back to sleep. But as she turns her head she realizes Seeker isn't sleeping beside her bed like he's done since she inherited him. She tries to remember if there is a reason. Did Kurt want him for something? The door isn't open. Did he disappear like Robb, just later? She pushes herself up on her elbow when she bumps something and hears the rustle of paper. It's familiar in a way that makes her heart freeze in place as she looks down to see a blue origami rose resting beside her.
Fortunately for her ability to go on living her heart is beating again, albeit faster and harder than before. She can feel it drumming in her ears and she looks around the room again as if maybe she just missed the only one she could imagine making her something like that. Maybe he's just hiding in the corner. But the rooms are small and even in this strangely drowsy state she knows better as she swings herself into action, sitting up and feeling her head spin from the motion. She wants to run down the halls looking for him, but she's not sure she can make her body comply. It's also not actually the most efficient way of doing it.
She spots her communicator and grabs, it clutching it close as if someone might try to snatch it away from her if she doesn't carefully guard it. She programs in who she wants to contact. She did this so many times while he was in the fleet. She also did it quite a few times after he left. Just listening to silence on the other end, speaking out into the void where only the Atroma could really hear her. Kitty's voice is as atrophied as the rest of her as she speaks for the first time in two months without realizing how long it's actually been. None of that matters now. Not when he might answer back this time.]
Winn?
Setting: Drift Fleet AU
When: Months after Winn leaves the fleet and Kitty awakes from a 2 month coma
[As consciousness seeps back to Kitty she slowly becomes aware of waking up. Her body shifts and it feels stiff and sluggish. She has a sense of being too tired to wake up, but there's something about the lessened response of her body that makes her mind more eager to get it's bearings, so she forces her eyes open and at first glance nothing is out of the ordinary. It's her room or at least her ceiling. She can see the picture of her parents from this angle and that is a comfort. She's hungry, but what else is new? She doesn't feel hungry enough to go to the kitchen. Maybe she should just go back to sleep. But as she turns her head she realizes Seeker isn't sleeping beside her bed like he's done since she inherited him. She tries to remember if there is a reason. Did Kurt want him for something? The door isn't open. Did he disappear like Robb, just later? She pushes herself up on her elbow when she bumps something and hears the rustle of paper. It's familiar in a way that makes her heart freeze in place as she looks down to see a blue origami rose resting beside her.
Fortunately for her ability to go on living her heart is beating again, albeit faster and harder than before. She can feel it drumming in her ears and she looks around the room again as if maybe she just missed the only one she could imagine making her something like that. Maybe he's just hiding in the corner. But the rooms are small and even in this strangely drowsy state she knows better as she swings herself into action, sitting up and feeling her head spin from the motion. She wants to run down the halls looking for him, but she's not sure she can make her body comply. It's also not actually the most efficient way of doing it.
She spots her communicator and grabs, it clutching it close as if someone might try to snatch it away from her if she doesn't carefully guard it. She programs in who she wants to contact. She did this so many times while he was in the fleet. She also did it quite a few times after he left. Just listening to silence on the other end, speaking out into the void where only the Atroma could really hear her. Kitty's voice is as atrophied as the rest of her as she speaks for the first time in two months without realizing how long it's actually been. None of that matters now. Not when he might answer back this time.]
Winn?
AU National City, circa season 1
Aug. 27th, 2017 03:41 pmsuperfocused[James is pacing back and forth next to Winn's desk at CatCo with some not-so-pleased gesticulating.]
Can you believe her? All I wanted were some good shots of the crime and she treated me like I'm the bad guy. Like I was going to get in the way. She actually said that. Those words. It's not my fault they got away. I was doing fine.
This is not my first time out in the field. I've been doing this longer than she's been doing that. I was getting the shots back when it was her cousin out there instead and he's never condescending!
[Someone is a little frustrated with their mutual friend. And since he doesn't exactly know a ton of people in National City because he decided he needed his fresh start Winn gets to hear about it.]
Can you believe her? All I wanted were some good shots of the crime and she treated me like I'm the bad guy. Like I was going to get in the way. She actually said that. Those words. It's not my fault they got away. I was doing fine.
This is not my first time out in the field. I've been doing this longer than she's been doing that. I was getting the shots back when it was her cousin out there instead and he's never condescending!
[Someone is a little frustrated with their mutual friend. And since he doesn't exactly know a ton of people in National City because he decided he needed his fresh start Winn gets to hear about it.]
Lincoln & Kitty
May. 29th, 2017 03:46 pmpassingthroughCharacters: Lincoln & Kitty
Setting: Drift Fleet AU
When: Months after Winn leaves the fleet
[It's been four months since Winn disappeared from her life and some days you'd see her and think she was completely fine. That she was the same teasing, tough, caring person she'd been while he was in her life. She might affectionately mess with Khadgar when she saw him working too hard or bring a buffet of sweets on the ship to share with everyone when they get to a good system. And some days it's like he just left. Like all the rest was just a thin veneer covering an ocean of pain that never seems to drain away. She'll stay in her room more than she normally would. She might even listen to his messages again. And she'll gently twist the engagement ring around her finger. Those days are getting fewer and further between, but that ocean is always there.
She's an engineer now and she spends more time on projects. Sometimes she's up so late she just crashes through the daytime but on a space ship does any of that really matter? She also works with Tyrion, Pavel, and Fitz. Her own team of nerds with Winn's team gone. They have fun too. There are inside jokes and games and snacks and it's not a bad life. It's just not the one she wants to be living.
She has Kurt and crew and her friends, but she needs that other level. She needs Winn back. She needs the love. The physical intimacy. Her partner. But she's long past thinking people get the things they deserve or work toward. It doesn't stop her from working on a way back to him, but she doesn't really believe she's getting the happy ending. Life is struggle. That's what it's been telling her all along. She needs to get past the fairy tales. She's stopped thinking about the future again. She focuses maybe a day or week out. It makes things easier. Obtainable.
Today's focus is finishing a book on genetics as she sits on the bridge. There should be a shuffle soon and she wouldn't be surprised if one of the newbies landed on their ship. She might as well be there for it especially since it's one of her good days. Her feet are up on a terminal as she reads. She's pretty sure she's out of the confetti splash zone radius.]
Setting: Drift Fleet AU
When: Months after Winn leaves the fleet
[It's been four months since Winn disappeared from her life and some days you'd see her and think she was completely fine. That she was the same teasing, tough, caring person she'd been while he was in her life. She might affectionately mess with Khadgar when she saw him working too hard or bring a buffet of sweets on the ship to share with everyone when they get to a good system. And some days it's like he just left. Like all the rest was just a thin veneer covering an ocean of pain that never seems to drain away. She'll stay in her room more than she normally would. She might even listen to his messages again. And she'll gently twist the engagement ring around her finger. Those days are getting fewer and further between, but that ocean is always there.
She's an engineer now and she spends more time on projects. Sometimes she's up so late she just crashes through the daytime but on a space ship does any of that really matter? She also works with Tyrion, Pavel, and Fitz. Her own team of nerds with Winn's team gone. They have fun too. There are inside jokes and games and snacks and it's not a bad life. It's just not the one she wants to be living.
She has Kurt and crew and her friends, but she needs that other level. She needs Winn back. She needs the love. The physical intimacy. Her partner. But she's long past thinking people get the things they deserve or work toward. It doesn't stop her from working on a way back to him, but she doesn't really believe she's getting the happy ending. Life is struggle. That's what it's been telling her all along. She needs to get past the fairy tales. She's stopped thinking about the future again. She focuses maybe a day or week out. It makes things easier. Obtainable.
Today's focus is finishing a book on genetics as she sits on the bridge. There should be a shuffle soon and she wouldn't be surprised if one of the newbies landed on their ship. She might as well be there for it especially since it's one of her good days. Her feet are up on a terminal as she reads. She's pretty sure she's out of the confetti splash zone radius.]
Star Wars PSL AU
Feb. 26th, 2016 06:51 pmpassingthroughIn the midst of the battle with the moon tigers Kitty had been taken down by friendly fire. Rey had tried to shoot one of the tigers just as it was pouncing on—or through—Kitty. Unfortunately he was fast enough that he no longer blocked the blast by the time it reached him and she didn't see it in time to dodge. She did phase, but depending on how they're made some energy weapons have little respect for her phased state. A blast that intense should have killed her. But the phasing offered some protection. Still, she fell back against the hard ground, helpless and solid.
When she opens her eyes again it's briefly. The images seem bright and blurred. She hears voices. There are no tigers here. She doesn't need to fight. She slips back into the darkness.
Hours, maybe days, pass before she stirs again. This time it's her lips, not her eyes. "Ben." Just that soft syllable.
(OOC: If things had gone differently. A roleplay about two people who needed more threads.)
When she opens her eyes again it's briefly. The images seem bright and blurred. She hears voices. There are no tigers here. She doesn't need to fight. She slips back into the darkness.
Hours, maybe days, pass before she stirs again. This time it's her lips, not her eyes. "Ben." Just that soft syllable.
(OOC: If things had gone differently. A roleplay about two people who needed more threads.)
Star Wars AU
Feb. 20th, 2016 01:02 pma_big_dealBattles can go any number of divergent ways, so it can't be too surprising if in a galaxy very close by in a time not too distant, one played out a little differently. This time Kylo Ren was not crossing a bridge only for his father to find him and call out his given name. No, this time Kylo confronted Rey and Finn outside as Chewie and Han left the charges. The battle wasn't fueled by the grief and pain of a recent loss. They were fighting for their own lives but more so each other's. With Rey knocked out on the ground Finn fought bravely, but poorly against a much stronger adversary. Kylo was not bleeding or in pain from a wookie bowcaster and the last thing Finn remembers is white hot pain splintering through his body and the fear that there is no way to protect Rey now.
That is, until he opens his eyes in a medical bay in the resistance fleet. His body feels stiff and heavy. There are bandages wrapping him and monitors surrounding him. He doesn't know how much time has passed, but his mind goes right back to that cold landscape and Rey lying on the ground helplessly. He can't know she got up and fought. He can't know the way the bombs or Han and Chewie themselves might have changed the course of things. All he knows is he doesn't see her now.
"Rey!"
That is, until he opens his eyes in a medical bay in the resistance fleet. His body feels stiff and heavy. There are bandages wrapping him and monitors surrounding him. He doesn't know how much time has passed, but his mind goes right back to that cold landscape and Rey lying on the ground helplessly. He can't know she got up and fought. He can't know the way the bombs or Han and Chewie themselves might have changed the course of things. All he knows is he doesn't see her now.
"Rey!"
PSL : Francois & Euphie : Amat
Feb. 18th, 2015 09:14 pmprettyimpulsive[It's been a long time since she first learned Francois was in the forest, and not a day has passed without her rechecking—hoping—that he's returned. She's not sure he'd call to let her know he's out or if he realizes just how much she'd want to know he was safe again. The worry has been building. She knows how hard the forest can be on people and she knows how...precarious things were for Francois already.
He didn't deserve it. He was a kind, gentle, loving man. Warm and passionate. Funny. Handsome. But he was still abused and tortured at home and for that to happen here too? It wasn't fair. She'd even gone to the goddess requesting his release from the forest only to be turned away.
So this morning—like so many other mornings—she turns on her device to speak with him. Once upon a time she'd left him thoughtful messages with bits of her day and her ponderings and whatever she'd like to share with him, but it had devolved with the worry that each day felt like it made it less likely he'd respond and more likely the message would bounce back undelivered instead.]
Francois? I... [There is a slight warble to her voice and she pauses to collect it.] Be there. Please be hear this.
He didn't deserve it. He was a kind, gentle, loving man. Warm and passionate. Funny. Handsome. But he was still abused and tortured at home and for that to happen here too? It wasn't fair. She'd even gone to the goddess requesting his release from the forest only to be turned away.
So this morning—like so many other mornings—she turns on her device to speak with him. Once upon a time she'd left him thoughtful messages with bits of her day and her ponderings and whatever she'd like to share with him, but it had devolved with the worry that each day felt like it made it less likely he'd respond and more likely the message would bounce back undelivered instead.]
Francois? I... [There is a slight warble to her voice and she pauses to collect it.] Be there. Please be hear this.
A random encounter
Jun. 9th, 2013 03:34 ampassingthrough[Kitty Pryde, mutant, freedom fighter, assassin, teacher, friend, exwife, girlfriend, Defense Force leader, and now missing. Also now, apparently, in Gryffindor. And before you ask, yes, it considered Slytherin too. Let's not discuss it too much. Let's also not discuss this egg in her hand. Maybe if she taps her heels together three times she can get back to...prison.]
Marina/Criminal Minds AU thing 2
Jul. 17th, 2012 03:05 pmunphased[Text : 3 Days After they Met in Chicago]
Do I want Thai or a salad for dinner? Choose wisely. There may be a bonus round.
Do I want Thai or a salad for dinner? Choose wisely. There may be a bonus round.
Marina/Criminal Minds AU
Jun. 5th, 2012 09:22 pmpassingthroughAU in which Kitty and Reid are both transported from Marina asylum after Day 169 to the world of Criminal Minds. From here.
Marina/Criminal Minds AU thing
May. 27th, 2012 11:16 pmpassingthroughKitty takes a seat in the back of the room and off to the side. She'll be less noticed over there munching on popcorn and taking swigs of Mt. Dew. Sure, it's a conference on violent crime and not a movie, but it's still her idea of entertainment, so why not? Maybe this isn't what the average nearly twenty-year-old girl does for fun in her free time, but she's always had trouble focusing her interests.
There was that time when she was going to be a ballerina. Then there was that new computer hardware company she was going to start. Oh, and then she was going to be a pilot, but not before trying her hand as a multilingual diplomat. She didn't get very far with that one. It called for a little more refinement—or stuck up bullshit—as she called it than she could stomach. She even entered the police academy for awhile. And of course all this was after graduating college at fifteen with double degree in physics and computer science and then spending a year bumming around Europe and Asia. It's really hard to tell which of these potential career paths had her parents most hopeful or most discouraged. They are always supportive of their little girl, but they are not unwilling to voice their concerns about her lack of direction. Or her plethora of directions as the case may be.
So, today might just be interest 237 on the list, but it didn't bug her. She had an apartment, a cat ironically named Doggy, a few friends, and a job as a bartender at nights to pay the bills. The academy thing hadn't held her interest, but she had read a few books on profiling and that was something, so when she heard a few of the FBI's profilers were going to be at a conference, she had to check it out, right? The first part with the blond is pretty lame, but Dr. Reid takes the podium and suddenly there are tree fetishes. She has to cough to cover a laugh at the way the audience reacts to him. He's definitely kind of dweeb. Also, kind of cute, but maybe that's the sea of bad hair gel and off-the-rack suits around him making him look better.
When the conference breaks, she notices the way he looks like he doesn't know what to do with himself and she circles around.
"I'm never going to look at trees the same way again." She smiles, waiting for him to acknowledge her. What she wasn't expecting was the way his already large eyes widened even further like he was seeing a ghost or the way he dropped his better bottle—cap off. The splash of water against her sandal-wearing foot draws her attention down. He still looks a little word-impaired so she tries again. "You know they usually warn you if you're sitting in a splash zone at a show."
"I..." His voice stutters it's way out of his mouth finally and he puts an arm out as if to catch the bottle that dropped second ago. It looks like his face is struggling between emotions. Frown. Smile. Whatever comes with being perplexed. The last one, she definitely reads as hope, and it's her turn to be surprised when she hears him whisper her name. "Kitty?"
"...That's a hell of a trick you've got there." She's amazed actually. Confused. Even a little suspicious. "You didn't mention that as part of the profiling thing. Have we met?"
There was that time when she was going to be a ballerina. Then there was that new computer hardware company she was going to start. Oh, and then she was going to be a pilot, but not before trying her hand as a multilingual diplomat. She didn't get very far with that one. It called for a little more refinement—or stuck up bullshit—as she called it than she could stomach. She even entered the police academy for awhile. And of course all this was after graduating college at fifteen with double degree in physics and computer science and then spending a year bumming around Europe and Asia. It's really hard to tell which of these potential career paths had her parents most hopeful or most discouraged. They are always supportive of their little girl, but they are not unwilling to voice their concerns about her lack of direction. Or her plethora of directions as the case may be.
So, today might just be interest 237 on the list, but it didn't bug her. She had an apartment, a cat ironically named Doggy, a few friends, and a job as a bartender at nights to pay the bills. The academy thing hadn't held her interest, but she had read a few books on profiling and that was something, so when she heard a few of the FBI's profilers were going to be at a conference, she had to check it out, right? The first part with the blond is pretty lame, but Dr. Reid takes the podium and suddenly there are tree fetishes. She has to cough to cover a laugh at the way the audience reacts to him. He's definitely kind of dweeb. Also, kind of cute, but maybe that's the sea of bad hair gel and off-the-rack suits around him making him look better.
When the conference breaks, she notices the way he looks like he doesn't know what to do with himself and she circles around.
"I'm never going to look at trees the same way again." She smiles, waiting for him to acknowledge her. What she wasn't expecting was the way his already large eyes widened even further like he was seeing a ghost or the way he dropped his better bottle—cap off. The splash of water against her sandal-wearing foot draws her attention down. He still looks a little word-impaired so she tries again. "You know they usually warn you if you're sitting in a splash zone at a show."
"I..." His voice stutters it's way out of his mouth finally and he puts an arm out as if to catch the bottle that dropped second ago. It looks like his face is struggling between emotions. Frown. Smile. Whatever comes with being perplexed. The last one, she definitely reads as hope, and it's her turn to be surprised when she hears him whisper her name. "Kitty?"
"...That's a hell of a trick you've got there." She's amazed actually. Confused. Even a little suspicious. "You didn't mention that as part of the profiling thing. Have we met?"
Alford and Joscelin [Amat Setting]
Mar. 20th, 2012 07:31 pmherointraining[Alford had spent nine days upon the island already and the thin leather cord of a collar around his throat was pressing with more determination. It was humiliating and cruel, but as he gritted his teeth and swung his impressive blade through the air it was not himself he was concerned with but the others he'd met or heard on the odd "network." There were women and some even younger than he was.
He was in an open space, careful to be away from others as he practiced with the sword. Since his arrival he had been unable to unleash it's full potential, and the frustration showed clearly on his face. With each cut his breathing grew a more labored and his brow more furrowed.]
He was in an open space, careful to be away from others as he practiced with the sword. Since his arrival he had been unable to unleash it's full potential, and the frustration showed clearly on his face. With each cut his breathing grew a more labored and his brow more furrowed.]
Marina AU setting [closed]
Feb. 5th, 2012 11:48 ampassingthrough[Kitty has been sitting in front of Reid's door waiting for him to get home for about half an hour when she finally hears footsteps. His place wasn't hard to find, and she's giving herself bonus points for not waiting inside even though that would obviously have been easy for her.
She hasn't seen him since that night with the cupcakes and the chair and then the floor and all the talking. At first she was avoiding, but when she felt like he was avoiding her back, well... That's when she decided to figure out where he lived.]
I brought pie. It's not stalking if you bring pie. I read that somewhere. Law book. Fortune cookie. Something.
She hasn't seen him since that night with the cupcakes and the chair and then the floor and all the talking. At first she was avoiding, but when she felt like he was avoiding her back, well... That's when she decided to figure out where he lived.]
I brought pie. It's not stalking if you bring pie. I read that somewhere. Law book. Fortune cookie. Something.
