"You've reached my private line. If you have this number, you should already know my name, so leave your name, message and a way to reach you. If you have no idea who I am, hang up right now before I decide to come beat your ass. Oh, and have a nice day."


|the obligatory ic & ooc contact post|

Okay. I caved. Eirene got a new journal so Kitty wanted one.

It's right over here: _halfpint_

Same Kitty, same 'verse, knows the same people. Just a new place to live. Effectively immediately, so she needs friends and stuff. :)

This journal will be occasionally kept up just so her backlog doesn't disappear.

Thanks,

The Munagement.

Okay, so I have the new comp up and running, with just a few programs and files left to transfer over. Unfortunately, I also have a sick kid so any frequent tagging will have to wait probably until Monday. However, to amuse myself while loading up things, I took my two Clarks over to InsaneJournal: SV!Clark and LnC!Clark, respectively. I still have to work on profiles and such, but they will be available for rp this week. Thanks for being patient, these last couple of months fighting viruses has not been fun.

~Kati

x-posted to peacefulspring, solarsentiel and ghostlypryde

PS. There is also a version of Kitty over there.

Hey all. I know Kitty has been really quiet for a few weeks, and I'm working on this. :/ Not sure why she's in hiding, honestly, nor am I sure when she'll fully wake up again.

On behalf of the headvoice, and the pups waiting for their tags, I am really sorry. Will try and work on getting replies out this week.

-Kati

Logan: This, a box of Cuban cigars, and a year's membership to this

James: These and a year's membership to this

Pepper: This and this.

Rachel: This and this. (Kid not included)

Steve: This and and a year's membership to this

Tony: This and a year's membership to this

Scott: This and a year's membership to this

Alex: This and a year's membership to this

Bobby: This, this, this, a year's membership to this and this, signed by Samuel L. Jackson.

Jubilee: This and this.

Paige: This and this.

Remy: This and a year's membership to this

Aryn: This and this.

Warren: This and a year's membership to this

Matt: This and a year's membership to this

Sam: This and a year's membership to this

Sean: This and a year's membership to this

Kurt: This and a year's membership to this

All come with a handwritten note from Kitty: Happy Chrismakkuh and Merry New Year. Love, Kitty

Anyone not on the above list that Kitty knows and the mun has forgotten gets a $50 gift certificate to Starbucks.

Group therapy sessions.

If I'm going to talk to someone about my personal issues, I'd like it to be one-on-one with someone I trust, or a qualified shrink. I do not like sitting around in a circle and debating on how a mission went, what I think may have gone wrong - because we never have these little talks when they go right - or tell the whole damn place how losing friends makes me feel. Why should I have to sit there and listen to people bare their feelings in front of everyone else? It’s humiliating.

If I want people to know my opinion, I'll tell them. End of story.


Player: Kitty Pryde
Fandom: X-Men/Marvel
Word Count: 111

[backdated to Friday night]

The trip had started off as a good idea.

( cut for length )

Hey All,

I'm in California right now, pursuing some Christmas presents. Wanted to let you know that the FOH is out here and I think some of us are on their hit list, because they found me. I'm fine, bruises heal, and no broken bones. Back tomorrow night or Monday morning, most likely. Stay safe.


Happy Holidays -

Kitty

Mental note: Backup is good. *winces*

Because the FOH likes ganging up on small, lone females apparently.

It took several hours of phone calls and threats of hackery, but Kitty finally found out where they were housing James, and another hour before she fast-talked Scott into picking her up outside of the Falls, stopping at the School to pack a duffel, onto New York for a couple of pies, and then a hop, skip and jump down to DC.

So really, that intended ETA of noon was only off by three hours once she was inside the compound, and the fun really began. There was a search of her person, photographs taken (of which she ruined an entire roll by accidently phasing a hand through it), a half an hour lecture on why she was going to agree not to just roam around without an escort, and finally shown to the most boring hotel room she'd ever seen.

It is totally not her fault they left her with little to do - but the television gets satellite now. That counts for something, right? Right?

You Are No Pajamas

You are a free spirited, confident person. You do what you like, when you like. Even though you're a bit strange, you find it easy to be open about who you are. Without trying to be, you come across as a very sexual person. You are very appealing. You are likely to fall asleep pretty easily. You're not an insomniac.

*facepalms*

[backdated to 6pm Saturday]

Kitty dashes up the steps from the subway platform onto Times Square, glancing at her watch. Five minutes late. She grits her teeth, turning around in a circle, ignoring several attempts to pick her pocket (all they'll find is a wallet with monopoly money), until she spies the Morgan Stanley building and darts in that direction.

This is totally not the way she'd planned to make a good first impression, but there's little she can do when the commuter trains are running behind schedules. The diner's door is missed by twenty feet, meaning she has to turn around and walk back, and stands outside for a moment to catch her breath and take quick stock.

Cats Laughing t-shirt - check. Jeans - check. Blue Doc Marten boots - check. Smile? Oh, right. Friendliness counts. A moment later she steps inside, glancing across the crowded restaurant in search of James.