Kitty Pryde (
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strangetrip2017-01-15 10:31 am
[GP/EP] We are programmed to receive
Fifteen days into this particular strange trip, Kitty had redistributed alcohol supplies between the cafe, restaurant, and night club to make it possible to easily tend bar wherever people decided to gather. Today, as most days, she settled into the lobby cafe after chivvying the cook into chicken tenders and french fries (after convincing him it was a single plate meal). It was the closest she could get to "bar food" from him and someone would probably arrive sooner rather than later to make something else.
A few people trickled in after awhile, but none of them demanding. Like her, they drank coffee from the samovar she'd put out. And also like her, most of them had something else to keep them occupied. At the moment, Kitty had a notebook open (from the gift shop; she kept her school notebooks separate in case she made it home during the term) and was sketching plans to upgrade the hotel's computer technology. She needed more raw computing power to work out the energy requirements to do what Illyana did with a thought.
She lifted her head periodically to check for new customers, and had just seated herself at the end of the bar after refilling the samovar when the first new new customer arrived. Immediately, she flipped to a fresh page in the notebook and headed it "Day 15" and made a hash mark for one new arrival. Then she looked up from her notebook and offered one and all her best bartending smile.
A few people trickled in after awhile, but none of them demanding. Like her, they drank coffee from the samovar she'd put out. And also like her, most of them had something else to keep them occupied. At the moment, Kitty had a notebook open (from the gift shop; she kept her school notebooks separate in case she made it home during the term) and was sketching plans to upgrade the hotel's computer technology. She needed more raw computing power to work out the energy requirements to do what Illyana did with a thought.
She lifted her head periodically to check for new customers, and had just seated herself at the end of the bar after refilling the samovar when the first new new customer arrived. Immediately, she flipped to a fresh page in the notebook and headed it "Day 15" and made a hash mark for one new arrival. Then she looked up from her notebook and offered one and all her best bartending smile.

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"And exactly how strange is this? Should I be checking closets and under the bed?" Johnny was teasing, mostly.
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"I hate to say it, but I feel like it's going to get a lot stranger as time goes on." Drawing the tarot had suggested that much, although it remained silent on when or how Joanna could get home.
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She waved her hand in a vague gesture. "But I'm a mom. It's my job to say things like that. Even to people who aren't my kids."
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"They're grown now, but there were... difficulties, and we've only recently been reunited with Frederick. To be separated again so soon, well, I've plenty of reason to get home."
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"My brother and I were apart for a long time until recently." Despite feeling like Luke had abandoned him, he'd missed his brother. "He can be a royal pain in the ass, but it was really good to be together again. Well, until everything that happened recently."
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"Why don't I get a couple of drinks from the bar. To help wrap your head around winding up here, because that can take a bit. Or if you want to talk about any 'everything that happened recently,' I'm generally a good listener."
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