fandomtownies | Dite's Decadent Delights [Wednesday afternoon]

Irene had survived her birthday with a glass of wine in hand and her phone firmly shut off in another room, and really, she felt like all of that was quite to be commended.

Which was why she had a cupcake at work with her today, which she was slowly eating over the course of several hours, because it was just one cupcake, after all. Plus, she was eyeing the shop and considering what she might do for St. Patrick's Day -- green dildos didn't seem like an exceptional product to promote, honestly. (She wouldn't feel any stranger about using one than any other color, of course, but it also didn't seem like something someone would come out and buy specifically for the holiday, either.)

So instead, she refreshed the lingerie display with some green outfits, along with several pairs of boxers and panties that declared KISS ME, I'M IRISH.

...and she wasn't, but she might have to invest in a pair, anyway. Because really. What a lovely location for that invitation.

[open shop, no OCD, slow while I'm at work/headachey!]

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Kitty had felt bad about missing Irene's birthday (though to be fair she'd been busy literally getting skewered) and so today she had brought one coffee for herself and one for Irene, and wasn't mentioning the B-word.

"Hello," she said instead, offering the second cup.

"Awww, I'm inclined to share my cupcake with you now!" Irene told her happily, taking the coffee. "I probably would've had to be sedated to, otherwise. How're you?"

"My portal to New York is delayed ~~and not because I mixed up my days nope~~ but I'm kind of okay with that so far," she said. "How about you? How was your week?"

"I swear, I think portals get mixed up more than any other form of travel," Irene mused. "Which makes sense, I suppose, as there are more variables and all, but still. And it's been fine. Quiet, which the old me never would've called a good thing, but...it's nice. Yours?"

"Terrible, but I'm trying not to just dump it on people," Kitty admitted. "Yesterday didn't suck?"

Irene made a face. "Yesterday was yesterday," she replied, rolling her eyes. "I don't have to deal with yesterday again until 2016, so I'm just moving on from it. It certainly wasn't terrible, though -- dump away. What happened?"

"Well," Kitty said slowly, and there was no way to explain it that wasn't horrible, "it turns out the Danger Room at the mansion was sentient and imprisoned against her will all this time, and when she got free she turned nice and murderous."

Irene's expression probably belied the fact that she had several questions about this, yes, but she was going to start with, "Is everyone okay? Are you okay?"

"I'm all healed up," Kitty assured her. "One of our students was killed, though. And the Danger Room used him to traumatize the hell out of all our other students."

"I'm so sorry," Irene said, for once absolutely sincere. "Is there anything I can do? The rest of the kids and staff are all right?"

Traumatized beyond belief, she was sure, but -- "Physically, I mean."

"Yeah, everyone's okay. We had a couple healers on hand, luckily," Kitty said. "By the way, if you ever want to freak out your significant other, get impaled in front of them. That should do it."

Seriously, poor Clint. She should give him all the presents.

"You got impaled? Like -- like impaled?"

No, seriously, poor Clint. You were taking something home with you today, Kitty.

"I was almost beheaded -- almost -- and I still don't talk about it as casually as you just brought up being impaled," Irene pointed out, eyes wide. "Shit. I'm surprised Clint's not, you know. Right there." She pointed to about an inch to the left of Kitty's arm.

"He stayed with me till we got back here, and he gets me all day. I'm sure he needs to break at least once a day," she said. "And I can be casual about it because that wasn't even the worst part of my day. Also I'm so healed up my piercing is even gone."

"Does that sort of thing happen often?" Irene had to ask. "The -- impaling, and machines being sentient and angry, and...children dying?"

Because really, Fandom was a dream by comparison. Irene would happily take all the rain of fish forever if she never had one of her students die in front of her.

"Sentient machines, no. Impaling... well, it's a first for me but getting hurt's pretty standard. Children dying isn't common, but it's happened," Kitty said, and now she missed Illyana again. And Doug. "We train kids to use their powers, and if they need to fight, sure, we teach them how, but we try to keep them out of it. And then something like this happens, and there's no way we could have prepared for it."

Because coercing a kid into jumping off a fake cliff was not something Kitty had ever imagined happening.

Irene mulled that over for a long moment, quietly considering how horrifically guilty she'd feel -- and again, the impression that this was much more commonplace than she'd initially thought.

And then she just wordlessly set her coffee cup aside and held her arms out. "C'mere."

She wasn't really a hugger, but sometimes one had to make exceptions.

Kitty went in for the hug, and okay maybe she'd really needed that. "Thanks. I am okay, though, I swear."

Mostly.

"I believe you," and forgive Irene if she was hugging a little tightly, "but some of us like to check to be sure."

Which was why poor Clint was getting a goodie bag, yes.

"And besides, it can't be easy dealing with the fallout from that, as a person somewhat in charge."

"Noooo," Kitty said, giving her another hug before pulling back. "The kids are rightfully freaking out and I'm the guidance counselor, plus we're back to rebuilding a lot of the mansion again so everything's disrupted, and I'm going to be helping to make sure we can get an actual operating Danger Room again without a sentient AI and I'm really not looking forward to that part. That's my night tonight."

"...you don't think ours here has sentient AI, do you?" Irene asked, trying to keep her tone light. "Because I'm already a little intimidated by it."

"Oh, I checked," Kitty assured her quickly. "I got back Sunday night and went right over there to run a whole bunch of diagnostics and it seems okay. Might be a couple weeks before I personally am ready to go back in there, but it should be fine."

"I was in there yesterday and it didn't do anything too weird," Irene offered, "so I'd imagine your diagnostics hold true. But still. I might plan on using my actual classroom for the rest of the term, considering I don't really need to program anything, it's all just for fun and all...."

"No, no, it should be okay. Especially since the big difference is I doubt this Danger Shop was ever given a directive to kill anyone. Don't set it on anyone and you're good," she said.

Dite's Decadent Delights [Wednesday afternoon]

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