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The holiday decorations were down, and no, Tino, they were not going to start decorating for Valentine's Day yet, not even if the stores were. Kitty could only assume he was planning something for that barista at the Perk or something.

Aside from that little argument, it was a pretty quiet night tonight, with Kitty taking advantage of some free time to either jot class ideas down on a napkin, or to check on her phone to do some planning on a certain thing for birthday week.

Thrilling times at Caritas, thrilling times.

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"Soooooo," Irene drawled in greeting, flinging her coat onto the barstool next to her (because obviously she was entitled to as much space as she wanted, thank you), "how was your first day of school, dear?"

"I think my class is going to be really interesting," Kitty said. "How 'bout you?"

"Interesting, and a welcome, more low-key change of pace," Irene sighed happily. "Teenagers are generally less embarrassed by fashion."

Generally. There'd be lingerie week at some point, so she wasn't claiming absolutes, here.

"Let's hope. Though it might depend on what kind of clothes are involved," she said, because she'd showed a lot of sideboob in her late teens.

"It's me," Irene said, shrugging. "Even when I'm tasteless, I'm tasteful. I'm sure it'll be fine."

Probably.

"D'yours seem receptive to the whole learning-to-do-adult-things thing?" she asked.

"They actually do. I've got a couple seniors, and a couple from the past who seem to be leaning towards staying in this time after graduation, so there's interest but it seems like it might be a cool challenge for me too," Kitty said. "I love it when things like that surprise me."

"Aww. You get to actually help," Irene said, leaning her hand in her chin. "It's nice to feel like they're actually going to get something out of it and listen to you, isn't it?"

Which was, admittedly, something she'd thought she'd accomplished well with her last class, if the significantly-reduced contents of her condom bowl were any indication.

"Yeah, I am really liking that part. Especially when it feels like the Xavier School is just an uphill battle," she said. "Celebratory we-are-awesome-at-teaching drink?"

"Martini? Stirred, please," she added, before Kitty could ask that blasphemous question about shaking again. "Are things not all well with your band of tiny mutants?"

"It's been... insane," she said, starting on the drink without asking, sheesh. "Some people came up with a mutant 'cure,' which had the kids all stirred up to begin with, and one of them got attacked and cured against his will... I'm hoping things will be a little calmer with the holidays over."

Irene mulled that one over for a moment. "Do many people want to be cured?" she asked carefully. "I mean, is that something that...many would find useful, under other circumstances?"

"Some. One of my friends has been considering it. He's blue and furry, he's been through a couple mutations as it is, he worries about devolving. I think he's perfect as he is, but he doesn't think that," Kitty said. "Honestly, we're another oppressed group who's just trying to be seen as people, and it's really tough. And it's tougher if you don't look like everyone else or you got a dangerous power. But I also think we're going to see the light at the end of the tunnel on this, personally."

"There's no happy medium," Irene mused. "Because on the one hand, I do side with you, in that I don't think any of you need to be 'cured,' and that phrasing it like that makes it sound like there's something wrong with you and hey, look, now there's a solution. But on the other, if someone wants to change something about themselves, I'm disinclined to say no to that, you know?"

Not that she could relate to any of this at all, or anything. There was a reason she didn't usually open with the whole lesbian thing, usually.

"I mean... It's complicated," Kitty said. "There's nothing wrong with being a mutant, and personally me not being one anymore would be just as wrong as me not being Jewish anymore, you know? But some people really did get a terrible luck of the draw, but then what if the government tries to use this against us, or if some parent out there decides he doesn't like his kid being a mutant? There's no cut and dry right answer there."

"Who's to say there aren't those who'd take it to appease their parents or because of peer pressure, and then realize too late that things were right the other way, too?" Irene pointed out softly. "It's nice to have as an option, like -- like elective surgery, if people want to have it. But making it readily available, or mandatory, is...not right."

"Pretty much," Kitty said, figuring Irene would kind of get this. "We kind of stalled things out, destroyed research, but it's only a temporary fix. I didn't mean to bring this all down, I swear."

Irene waved a hand, shaking her head. "No, it's fine, it's just...hm. I'd never really thought about the other side of being a mutant. I've had powers-envy since I came here. Never occurred to me that someone might not want them."

"There are a few. I've got a friend who can't actually touch anyone because she sucks their life force out via skin contact. There's some terrible powers out there," Kitty said.

Oh and there was your drink by the way la.

Yeah, she'd be taking that drink, because this was getting kind of heavy. "See, now with her -- where it's something that impedes her day-to-day life -- I'd understand wanting to reverse it," Irene admitted. "But then again, stuff like that, where it's inconvenient on a surface level, and would make your life easier to reverse, and society would have less of a problem with you -- reversing it wouldn't make a difference, anyway."

She shrugged. "I pretend that I like men all the time, you know? 'Cause it's just easier. But I wouldn't change anything if I had the option. Though that does really suck for your friend."

"It really does. And I totally get what you're saying, too," she said. "When I was in my 'I want a normal life' phase, I wouldn't change who or what I am for anything, but it was just easier to pretend I was a normal human because I can pass for it. Of course now, screw it, I don't care who knows anymore."

"It's always just been easier on me professionally if people assume I swing both ways equally," Irene said with a smile. "That's my biggest reason for faking it. Here, it doesn't matter so much, but I've still hardly come out and told anyone. I'm just used to being discreet -- and it seems like there are a few here like that about their powers, too. It doesn't detract from my identity any to keep it my own business, you know? But then, I have the benefit of passing, and that's not perfectly analogous to all of mutantkind, it sounds like."

Poor blue furry guy.

"Very true," Kitty nodded. "Also- and this may just be because my life is weird- it seems like powers come up more than what gender you're into. Like here it seems not many people date, so it's easier to keep that stuff quiet if that's what you want."

Though everyone here was also super accepting and wouldn't care anyway.

"Well, and the powers thing almost seems to be a show-me-yours-I'll-show-you-mine with the people who are open about them, from what I've seen," Irene noted. "There's so many of you here that I imagine it's easier to feel comfortable, too. Like -- everyone's strange, so no one is, if that makes sense? Not that you're strange, but you know what I mean."

"I do," Kitty smiled. "And that's about right. Though I do try to be a little careful when telling people personally, just because I don't know how they'll react. It was easier being open about it on radio because then everybody pretty much knows and they can decide if they don't want anything to do with me and then I can hang out with my friends who do."

"If there is anyone here," Irene said, lifting her brows, "with mutant prejudice, I really rather feel like they've come to the wrong place. Because for god's sake, I think I'm in the minority without powers, here."

"I think it might be more like half an half split," Kitty mused. "But people fear what they don't understand and there's a lot to not understand until you get used to this place a bit."

Bob might not have much use for a bar, but it was new and different and there were people. And look, even his teaching buddy!

He smiled and walked over to her. "Well, hello there."

"Hey there," Kitty greeted him. "How goes the first week?"

"I've got rather an assortment of students," Bob answered. He looked thoughtful for a moment. "I think I enjoy it. Yours?"

"I'm off to a good start," she said. "Is 'rather an assortment' good or bad?"

"Good," Bob decided. "So, you teach and you bartend? A lady of many talents." He never had found out if you were single, Kitty.

"I teach, bartend, and run this place, along with some other stuff," Kitty said. "Yes I am a crazy person. Can I get you a drink?"

"Oh? Do tell." Bob smiled. Then he shrugged. "I would love it if you could, but unfortunately..." He waved his hand through the bar, showing only a golden glow where they met.

"You tell first," she said, nodding towards where his hand went. If she didn't look bothered by it, well. "So what's your thing?"

"My thing?" Bob grinned at her phrasing. "I'm a ghost. While I could put my hand through a drink and tell you all about its production, shipping, and possibly what went on around it, I'm afraid I can't actually drink it."

He paused. That's not a problem, is it?" Please don't be anti-ghost. Livingist?

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"Nah. It's hard to freak me out," she told him. "I do have to wonder why you came into a bar then, though."

Bob shrugged and gave her a rueful smile. "When you don't sleep and you can't touch anything, you have to find something to do. This place was open, and people were in here; I thought I'd be social."

"Makes sense to me," Kitty said. "And you found someone you know."

"Indeed I did." Bob grinned. "So, can I ask what your 'thing' is now? What brings you to Fandom to teach and run a bar and do other things?"

"I desperately needed a change," Kitty said. "And then I ended up sticking around way longer than I thought I would."

"Sounds like you found your change. A good one, I hope."

"Well..." She'd sort of ended up with the same thing she'd tried to get away from. "I got a boyfriend and a billion jobs, that's something."

Bob gave a theatrical sigh. "You're taken? I should've guessed. Well, he's a lucky man."

Ugh, allergies.

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