Monday finds you like a bomb that's been left ticking for too long
Characters: Kitty Pryde, and anyone who wants to happen upon a girl who can walk through walls.
Time: Monday Afternoon
Location: Millennium Park at the Cloud Gate
Content: Kitty arrives in Chicago.
Format: Prose
Warnings: Probably none.
She came to cursing the sun and it's obnoxious brightness. Really, it wasn't all that bright, she'd just been in complete darkness for-
Wait, rewind.
Sun. Fresh air (well, relatively fresh), ground beneath her feet that was not made of weird alien metal. She was no longer trapped inside that projectile coffin!
There was, however, something very shiny and reflective and distinctly alien-esque above her. Great, she thought as she got to her feet, finding she had to keep focused on staying tangible. Finally on solid ground, and and it's probably another 'oh hey, humans- let's eat 'em!' world.
Her vision cleared a little as she walked out from under the structure so shiny it reminded her of Piotr. That skyline looked familiar.
Wait. Metal bean. Skyline. Wind.
She was home. How exactly she had gone from hurtling through space to being sprawled out under a sculpture in her home town was a total mystery, but she wasn't going to look a gift-teleportation in the mouth. She needed to get in touch with the X-Men! Which meant... she, uh, needed to find a phone. They'd been keeping in contact via Emma's brain on her last mission, so she had no comm link on her.
She had just started to leave in search of a payphone when the little black device on the ground near where she'd woken up caught her eye. She picked it up... she'd totally find whoever it belonged to after she made the call to-
Oh. Hell. She groaned a little again as she read over the "welcome" screen. She was so not in the mood for another alternate universe.
And she was really, really hungry.
Time: Monday Afternoon
Location: Millennium Park at the Cloud Gate
Content: Kitty arrives in Chicago.
Format: Prose
Warnings: Probably none.
She came to cursing the sun and it's obnoxious brightness. Really, it wasn't all that bright, she'd just been in complete darkness for-
Wait, rewind.
Sun. Fresh air (well, relatively fresh), ground beneath her feet that was not made of weird alien metal. She was no longer trapped inside that projectile coffin!
There was, however, something very shiny and reflective and distinctly alien-esque above her. Great, she thought as she got to her feet, finding she had to keep focused on staying tangible. Finally on solid ground, and and it's probably another 'oh hey, humans- let's eat 'em!' world.
Her vision cleared a little as she walked out from under the structure so shiny it reminded her of Piotr. That skyline looked familiar.
Wait. Metal bean. Skyline. Wind.
She was home. How exactly she had gone from hurtling through space to being sprawled out under a sculpture in her home town was a total mystery, but she wasn't going to look a gift-teleportation in the mouth. She needed to get in touch with the X-Men! Which meant... she, uh, needed to find a phone. They'd been keeping in contact via Emma's brain on her last mission, so she had no comm link on her.
She had just started to leave in search of a payphone when the little black device on the ground near where she'd woken up caught her eye. She picked it up... she'd totally find whoever it belonged to after she made the call to-
Oh. Hell. She groaned a little again as she read over the "welcome" screen. She was so not in the mood for another alternate universe.
And she was really, really hungry.