The Perk- Sunday afternoon

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So.

Kitty had been here three days, apparently stumbled into town at a time when people were disappearing, or something, and had pretty much been outed as a mutant for the whole town to hear. By someone she kinda knew.

Three days.

Maybe she shouldn't worry. She didn't know what was going on with everyone right now, and had no idea how to find out since she'd met a whole one person so far. And maybe people wouldn't so much hear 'she's a mutant' and freak out as much as they would think 'she has something to do with mutants, vaguely.' And potentially freak out.

Not being one to hide at any rate, Kitty found the coffee place and plunked herself down in a seat with her laptop and a cup of coffee, and started off an email to Shan to see how things were going. Hopefully she'd hear that everything was good and everyone was still there.


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[furnaceface]

Somewhere during the gruelling... auditions... thing... Jono had run out of coffee. Which was probably for the best, because he hadn't put any real food in his face yet today, either, and the Perk happened to have both. Troy could watch the theatre for the amount of time it took for him to eat lunch, damn it.

And so he'd pulled on his coat and hiked the collar of it up over the bottom of his face before setting out. They had half-decent sandwiches here, which was more than enough for him. And...

... And faces that seemed to him as though they ought to be familiar, somehow. Nobody that he'd spent any real amount of time with in person, but pictures on a wall, perhaps, or on television, or something...

Sorry, Kitty. There was a large blue-grey man being kind of horribly obvious about the fact that he was trying not to stare while he attempted to place your face. And wondering if he should be booking it toward the door or not.

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After a while of feeling like someone was looking at her, Kitty finally looked up, and... She didn't really recognize him, but when you spent five years with the X-Men, that sort of coloring caught your attention.

"Hi," she said, figuring that was a good start.

[furnaceface]

It was! It was generally a good start, and one of these days, Jono might even figure that much out for himself! Maybe. If someone beat him upside the head with a cluebat.

"Er, hello," he greeted, just a touch awkwardly as he realized that he'd been caught staring. "Sorry if I was... er, making you uncomfortable. Your face seems familiar, is all."

He was so great at this. Really.

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"No, it's fine," she assured him, though she was trying to figure out how she might know him, too. "I'm Kitty."

And if he recognized her name from somewhere other than radio, well.

[furnaceface]

"Oh." Well, now there was a faint bit of a fidget. "Pryde, by any chance?"

Fandom Island in general was going to get a loud ranting at when he walked back to the theatre. Through no fault of Kitty's at all, granted.

He kind of burrowed his face a little more deeply into his upturned collar.

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Oh, so he did know her. "That'd be me," she said. "Hear that on radio, by chance?"

[furnaceface]

Jono shook his head a little.

"No, I'm... actually Massachusetts Academy alumni," he explained, realizing about halfway through that sentence that he could be stepping into disaster depending on how the timelines settled in, with that one. He wasn't a Hellion. But would Kitty know that? He could only hope. "Jonothon Starsmore. Chamber."

He... did not exactly look like a Chamber at the moment. But there it was.

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Well now she was confused. "I know the name," she said slowly unless research has utterly failed me. "Would not have recognized you."

Which was the politest, most subtle way to go "Um" at who he looked like.

[furnaceface]

Jono nodded a little at that because your research was well-done! and chewed his lip a little.

"There's a long story, there," he shared, shrugging. Trying like hell to be casual about the aforementioned subtle 'um.' "This isn't one of those... former horsemen back from being insane trying to destroy the world looks, though. Just... A bit of an unsolicited facelift."

And some really, really really thoroughly repressed omega-level power that he was not touching with a ten-foot pole. Ever. Because he was skilled at repression.

[mouthy-merc.livejournal.com]

"Oh my stars and garters and other outdated slang that no one cares about!" Deadpool was the kindest person to run into on this fine little island, Kitty. Really, he was.

Just outside the shop, a small redheaded little girl stared in the window, making faces. She had great influences shaping her personality.

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Kitty barely had to look up to recognize the voice. "Oh, god. Not you."

[mouthy-merc.livejournal.com]

"Aww, c'mon! I'm a classic these days."

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"If you say so," she said. "What are you even doing here, anyway?"

[mouthy-merc.livejournal.com]

"Well, there comes a time in a young man's life where they want some coffee," Deadpool explained. "It's nothing to be ashamed of, it happens to everyone. A natural part of growing up and turning into an adult."

A beat.

"Plus, they have some ballin' scones here."

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"I set myself up for that. I mean in this town," she clarified. Here she thought in a town with a population this small, she wouldn't possibly know anyone.

[mouthy-merc.livejournal.com]

Pff. Like that was possible here.

"I'm the vice principal up at the school. It's like Emma Frost being headmistress! Or all those times you guys let Magneto help out because he was totally reformed."

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"...Vice principal," she repeated. "They put you in charge?"

[asgardcreated.livejournal.com]

Jon could have gotten coffee from his perfectly good, and really expensive coffee maker at home, but he actually liked to be sociable.

And there were hot chicks in town.

So he smiled and nodded at the young woman sitting at the table as he ordered.

"New in town?" She had that look.

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"Is it that obvious, or is that because it's a really small town?" Kitty asked, looking up at him.

[asgardcreated.livejournal.com]

"Well, a bit of both. More of one than the other though," he said as he took his cup from the barista.

"I'm Jon, I run the fish store on the other side of the island."

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"Kitty. The fish store? Would that just be a really selective pet store?" she asked.

The girl tended to hang in cities. That was what she was used to.

[asgardcreated.livejournal.com]

Oh. She was the one from the radio. "I'd apologize for Madrox, but something tells me you know of him already."

He still felt the need to apologize. "And sort of. I sell fishing supplies and bait, plus the pet kind and everything that goes with it."

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She managed not to facepalm at hearing the Jamie reference. She was so proud of herself. And hey, he wasn't running, so!

"I don't think I've ever met anyone who sells fishing supplies before. Congratulations on being my first?" she said.

[asgardcreated.livejournal.com]

"I can't take credit for it, it was the island's idea." Yes, he was talking about the island like it was sentient.

Which it was. There was a baby island to prove it!

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And now she was headtilting at you, Jon. "It was the island's idea?"