Kitty had a droid baby. It was a droid baby that she was getting paid like two hundred dollars a day to take care of. And she was repeating this to herself constantly because little Archibald Charles wouldn't stop crying and now there was this dull ache at her temples and wasn't he tired yet? Did he cry more because he was a robot and therefore ( Read more... )

Kitty was starting to get annoyed.

She was sitting at her desk with the door open and her music on while she did her homework, which wasn't anything out of the ordinary. The hand that kept turning the volume down was, though.

"Would you stop that?" Kitty asked, getting up again to turn the music to a volume she liked ( Read more... )

It was an unhappy Kitty who was finishing up packing for the weekend. She was glad to be headed back to the Institute, she really was. She just wished she'd planned the trip before she knew she'd be missing her first dance in Fandom. But it was probably for the best, maybe? She didn't have a date anyway and hadn't been here long enough to know ( Read more... )

There'd been some productivity for Kitty since yesterday. There had had to be, because there was a Kurt here, but not her Kurt, and there had been a Jean but not her Jean. And there was a Bobby who didn't know her at all and Vance who was way too cool about alternate universes and things were a tiny bit confusing right now. It'd been fun and she'd ( Read more... )

Personal rule: All new kids get their own. Sorry, Tracy!

(Also sorry for all the rampant parentheticals. I just like them.)

( kitty pryde: about the girl )

"Hi! You've reached Kitty. If I was here right now, I'd be picking up, so since I'm not, assume I'll get back to you when I am.

Unless you're Lance. Then forget it."