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Kitty Pryde	Kitty had been back in the States for not even a month yet. It had been a rough stretch for her. She'd tried to keep her emotions in check around others, but they have a way of building up. The call from her friend Marissa was a welcome one then. They hadn't had a chance to meet back up since Kitty got back. Hearing that Marissa and her friends who rented a three story brownstone together were having a huge party? That was just the kind of break Kitty needed. She realized she probably wouldn't know too many people there. She and Marissa didn't run in the same circle of friends, and she barely know the other girl's roommates. Half of them guys, they were probably inviting every pretty woman they could. Come to think of it, Kitty half-wondered if that had something to do with Marissa reaching out to her. Regardless, it was just what she needed. Kitty dressed up in a pair of jeans and a sweater, knowing she might spend some time up on the roof, and headed into the city. As she got to the brownstone, it was obvious it was going to be one of those parties. The music was loud and the place was already filled with people. Kitty mingles for awhile, trying to find Marissa but no luck so far. It takes time to navigate the rooms, halls and stairs. Eventually Kitty stops to grab herself a pitcher of the trash can punch they are serving. Tasty, but strong. Taking the pitcher and her glass, she makes it up to the roof where there is a little more elbow room. There is furniture set out there, deck chairs and even a love seat they hauled up to make space down below. Kitty moves over to take a seat in it, listening to the music from down below, and looking out at the city lights.
Gwen Stacy	They'd caught Gwen coming out of a department store, told her there was a party and that she should show up. She didn't know anyone, not a single soul, at the party, but she definitely needed to get out more.. and there was promise of beer. That's always nice... at least when one can actually get intoxicated, which she most certainly had difficulty with with her high metabolism. She showed up in a crop top and tight black jeans, but wore something warmer over top int he form of a black leather jacket.. and she's standing off by herself with her pink tipped blonde hair up in pigtails, wearing some makeup even, nursing a beer in a red-solo cup. Legit rethinking the whole course of events that got her here.
Kitty Pryde	Kitty watches the lights of the distant bridges winking where they cross over the water to the next island, or towards the mainland. There's always something to interesting to see in the New York skyline, especially at this time of night. Kitty takes another sip, finishing her drink and then glancing around the rooftop. There aren't a lot of people up here, which is why she'd sought out the relative peace of it. Seeing Gwen standing not too far away, Kitty calls over to her. "If you need a refill, I brought a pitcher up so I wouldn't have to brave the stairs." Kitty fills her own cup and motions with the pitcher towards Gwen in offering, also giving the blonde-haired girl a pretty smile.
Gwen Stacy	Gwen was caught up in her thoughts when Kitty calls out to her and glances over with an easy grin, lifting her cup at the offer of a refill, "Delighted for one.. thanks." closing the short distance to the other girl and settling down into a seat beside her. "I ... heh.. I really don't know why I'm here." Said in a quiet voice, looking back off the side of the ledge where she's sitting with her feet dangling as her cup is filled. "They just invited me leaving a store, that's never at all dubious.. what if it had turned out to be a human trafficing ring where they get you addicted to heroin and send you to some Arab nation to work as a sex slave?" Awkward.. "I'm Gwen."
Kitty Pryde	Kitty smiles and pours the glass as Gwen sits down with her. "Oh, god, wrong, party," Kitty tells Gwen in a conscientious tone. "The heroin-addicting, Arab-slavery party is over on 4th Street." Kitty breaks out in a warm smile as she finishes the pouring and then sets the cup down. "I know one of the girls who lives here. There's three girls and six guys. So yeah, the guys like to invite a lot of women from what I gather. But they seem like good guys. At least, I've yet to wake up in Saudi Arabia after one," she kids. Kitty smiles and offers her hand over to Gwen. "I'm Kitty. Kitty Pryde," she offers. "The music was good down below but figured I could use a little more space. Good thing they don't have a fire marshall on the invite list."
Gwen Stacy	"Oh really?" Gwen glances off towards 4th street as if she knows exactly where that is, and moves like she's about to get up and start in that direction, "Well it was nice meeting you, I've got heroin to do and slavery to be forced into..." She doesn't stand up though.. she does grin, however, and brush some hair behind her ear where it's fallen out of one of the pair of pig-tails. "Kitty, huh? Gwen Stacy." Giving her last name before she remembered to not dot hat... She'll just have to count on Kitty not being one of those weirdos who runs every person she meets through a background check and finds out Gwen Stacy died in december. Play the game, Gwen. "Oh.. well, you haven't lived until you've woken up in Saudi Arabia.." Sounding as dry as Saudi Arabia while saying it. "I almost didn't come at all. Not really my scene, but... I definitely need to get out more."
Kitty Pryde	Kitty grins as Gwen pretends to head off towards the other party. "Well, I don't know that I can promise you slavery. But if it'll help, I've got a pair of shoes that could use a little polishing?" Kitty offers as if to try to avert Gwen's departure with the promise of slavelike toil. "Nice to meet you Gwen," Kitty says. She glances towards the exit back into the building. "I like somewhere I can dance a little more freely than shoulder-to-shoulder. But, I kind of needed the change of scenery too. Get myself out of my head and all," Kitty says quietly. She takes a sip of the punch. It's well made. Tasty, but strong. "So you mentioned shopping. Land anything good?" Kitty asks. "And, what would you say your type of scene is, anyway?"
Gwen Stacy	"Well let me just bounce on over and get my shinebox." Gwen quotes Goodfellas without even thinking about it, grinning at Kitty when she deepens her natural New Yorker accident to accompany the line. Both hands wrap around the solo-cup full of punch and bring it up for a drink. There's alcohol in it and she can taste it, but it's being burned off almost as soon as she swallows it. "Yeah." Getting out of her head? Gwen definitely follows that. Nodding slowly as it relates to her own situation, "I've been living in my head for the last few weeks.. had my whole world upended, lost a close friend.." Sad grin, "Then got him back. Really top tier oddity going on." Motioning to the city with a finger extending out from her cup. "mm? Oh, my type of scene? Probably a Rugby game with fruit of the loom underwear coming out the top of my athletics pants.." Laughing at herself, she shrugs, "Mostly dive bars. I use to be in a band... a few weeks ago. We broke up, I guess." Another drink, to hide her frown.
Kitty Pryde	As Kitty hears the Goodfellas line she gives a happy little cackle. "Oh I think I love you," Kitty tells her new friend, grinning at the sharing of the movie quote. Kitty takes another sip. Hers is not burning off so quickly, not that it's really showing on the brunette yet. Kitty turns a little on her side to face Gwen more as the other girl mentions about losing a friend. Kitty's expression softens immeasurably. Though it rebounds a bit at the mention of Gwen getting him back. "I'm really glad you did," she says quietly. Kitty's eyes search about for a second as if deciding whether to add something of her own. "I... lost my father," she says quietly. She starts to say where, but hesitates and instead says, "A couple of weeks ago. So... you know. Some of this is about the right pace for me tonight," she says, giving a little movement of her Solo cup to indicate what she means. Drinking to forget, tonight. Kitty tries to embrace the better topic. "Instrument, or do you sing?" Kitty asks, making the question more personal than about the now defunct group that brought the frown to Gwen.
Gwen Stacy	"Mmm.. it's complicated." Gwen explains of ''getting her friend back'', but doesn't elaborate. Telling every single person she meets she's from an alternate universe probably isn't the best way to stay the free size of a mental institution. She does reach out with her cup and tap it against Kitty's when she mentions losing her father and drinking to forget. "You want to talk about it?" The offer's there, but she noted the other woman hadn't gone into much detail, so she assumes probably not. Defeats the purpose of drinking to forget, doesn't it? Instead she focuses on what she, herself, can answer. "Drums. My ex sang." Is it an Ex if you never broke up? She thinks on that as she sucks down a bit more of the punch, holding it in her mouth for a moment before swallowing it with a pulled face. "Yeah, she's my ex." Desiding that inner quesiton, out loud.
Kitty Pryde	Kitty taps her cup back to Gwen's, and then follows it up with a sip of the vodka-infused recipe. "Yeah, it always is. I have a friend, likes to tell me... Kitty? Our lives are super weird. And she's usually right," the brunette says, her pony tail swaying a bit with Kitty's head movements as she delivers the saying. The young woman listens quietly, nursing her drink with a sip or two as she does. A slow nod as Gwen seems to have come to some conclusion there in front of her. Now it's her turn to lightly tap her Solo cup back to the blonde's in commiseration. Kitty sits quietly for a moment then, looking down at her cup. If she shares, it might drive this Gwen girl away. And truth be told, Kitty's kind of finding her easy to talk to. So she shouldn't say anything. Right? So why does Kitty want to say something? Kitty clears her throat a little. "I haven't been talking about it much. Everyone around me knows. And I don't want to bring them down," she says, sounding guilty at the thought of causing them more grief. "He was on Genosha," Kitty says. There. Enough that Gwen can make an excuse to leave her. No. Kitty doubles down. "He wasn't a mutant. Just lived there. Went there because his daughter is one. A way to connect, when he couldn't be with me. And it cost him everything," she says quietly. There, now Kitty can do her penance along if she's driven the other girl off.
Gwen Stacy	Gwen's face pulls tight at the shared commiseration, drinking vodka infusion with a long swallow, while she stares out over the city skyline in a way that only she can really appreciate. She's seen it up close, the glittering lights as she swings through the tall buildings. Some of them different than she remembers, of course, but still.. It's not until Kitty explains where she lost her father that she looks away from the horizon, over to the girl beside her. Quiet, at least at first, she remains seated. Bracing a palm against the ledge beside her. The thought to leave never even appears to occur to her. There hadn't been mutants in her universe, so she really didn't understand the disdain for them. Hadn't lived through any of the negative press they'd received. Besides, she's a geneticist... this is literally her wet dream. AS A GENETICIST... "That sucks..." She says with a sad frown and glance down at her cup, unaware that Kitty even suspected she /would/ leave. "I could probably one up it, but it seems crass and kind of childish to do that inlight of your recent loss... so.." She tries for levity, even if it's /kind of/ true. Leaning towards the other girl to bump shoulders.
Kitty Pryde	Kitty Pryde keeps her eyes down so she won't have to see an uncomfortable look before the other girl can make an excuse to leave. It isn't until the shoulder bump that Kitty realizes that Gwen isn't going to depart now. After what she's been through lately, it's easier to just assume the worst of people on this topic. And that she did and Gwen isn't leaving just adds a tiny layer of guilt. Kitty's tongue touches her lips, not knowing what to say at first. "Misery loves company, they say. But if you want we can go over yours, next glass?" Kitty offers, looking back to Gwen finally. There's gratitude in her eyes that Gwen didn't leave, and she gently shoulder bumps the other girl. Kitty takes along drink to finish her cup and then gets the pitcher to top off both their cups if Gwen wants some. Kitty definitely does. She clears her throat a little. "Kind of glad you came up here," Kitty says. "I came here to be around people and then went off by myself." She gives a little sad-sack roll of her eyes. "Great plan, Pryde," she says. Gwen won't know it but she's imitating Logan's voice.
Gwen Stacy	"There's a law of science that holds true for social matters as well.. what can go wrong, will.. which might seem kind of dark and or morbid out of context, but it doesn't necessarily mean ''bad''.. just that the carefully laid plans we make for ourselves rarely play by the rules we create for them." Gwen explains quietly, holding her glass out after finishing the last swallow. Once she's topped off, her frown towers low. "Trust me, you don't want to hear what I've got going on. It isn't even a competition, I don't want you to think like... huh huh, Gwen you so self centered.. More than anything, I'm one hundred precent sure you'll think I'm crazy and... anyways." She shrugs and takes another drink, setting the cup down on the otherside of her to Kitty. Both palms resting on the ledge. "Suffice to say, I'm a very long way from home and I can't ever go back."
Kitty Pryde	Kitty mumbles something about, "Chaos theory," at Gwen's comment about the laws of science. "Or just plain Murphy's Law." She looks over to Gwen and gives a faint smile as she invokes the less scientific aspect. Kitty looks down at her full glass. "Actually I said next cup. And this one is, for me. So I think by the laws of party conversation and alcoholic consumption, you're allowed to go into it. Or not. As you like," Kitty shares, looking over towards Gwen with a gentle expression. She's good at those. The gentle expressions. It's easy to tell Kitty Pryde actually does care when she gives those. "Trust me. I've heard, and believed, enough things that if I told you, you'd think /I/ was crazy," Kitty replies back. She motions with her hand between herself and Gwen. "Also? Not trying to one up either. Just really. My life is that strange." Gwen's comment about going home is spot on enough of with some of Kitty's other strange happenings, that she looks over. Her soft brown eyes study the other young woman's face. In more than a casual way. She doesn't see Jean or Scott in those features. Still... Kitty reaches over to Gwen's hand nearest to her. If Gwen lets her, Kitty rests her hand atop the other girl's. "If you want to talk about it... I promise you won't scare me away," she says, gently closing her hand on the other girl's.
Gwen Stacy	There's no conscious motion to it, Gwen just turns her hand over in response to the other girls being ontop hers and slides their fingers together. It wasn't long ago that she'd... no. As soon as she realizes, she blinks and opens her hand, laughing quietly to herself and maybe getting a little red in the cheeks, "Sorry..." Rubbing her neck with the other hand. She weighs the variables. "Alright, but I warned you." She says that and takes a breath... then another drink... and swallows it hard in a gulp. "So, I found out a few weeks ago that in December, I died. Buried and everything.. which might seem kind of awful, but really I didn't know that person." Forcing a smile as she looks out over the city of New York. "See, I'm not from here. At least not this here. I'm from a different universe.. I was caught in an experiment... a dimensional gate generator being developed at the lab where I was interning after high school." The frown deepens, "I woke up on a rooftop.. here.. Where everyone I care about thinks I'm dead."
Kitty Pryde	Kitty made no move to stop Gwen's fingers from lacing with hers, nor does she stop her when Gwen opens her fingers back up. She just smiles over to her, shaking her head as if the apology is unneeded. And keeping her hand there on the blond-haired girl's as she's kind of expecting that touch might be needed. Kitty sips her drink with the other hand as she listens. She doesn't stare at Gwen in utter disbelief or even narrow her eyes as if wondering when Gwen is going to spring the punch line on her. Instead Kitty takes another sip, and then gently laces her fingers with Gwen's unless Gwen doesn't seem to wish it. "I figure you can probably use it," Kitty says with a glance to their hands. And Kitty gives her a gentle squeeze. The brunette looks over, her soft brown eyes meeting Gwen's gaze as she says, "I believe you. I've seen a lot of fantastic things that no one would believe. And you haven't struck me as someone who would make up something like that for attention or something. I mean, I don't think you'd have to do anything for attention, period. Definitely not that," Kitty says. She looks away for a moment, a touch of color coming to her cheeks before she looks back. "So you're from... was it the same year where you came from?" Kitty asks gently.
Gwen Stacy	The revelation is always hit or miss for Gwen. People will either believe her or .. that's basically it. She drains the rest of her cup, then glances down at their hands again lacing together, under Kitty's guidance this time. Listening to what's said in response and grinning around the mouthful of alcohol that she slowlys in a gulp. "Yeah." Same years. "Same year.. same day.. same everything, except the stuff that matters most.. like everything." She loops her comment in on itself. "Which is why I wasn't sure if my ex is my ex or just the one that got left behind... We'd just started dating a month ago, though. I'm sure she'll be fine." There's genuine sadness there, behind her forced smile. "We'd been friends a long time, though. In the same band... I had to leave our first date to.. because..." She scratches at the back of her neck, "I got a call from work.." Weak. Super weak. "I should have stayed." Everything turned upside down that night. Then disappeared and left her here. "Anyways... now you've met an alternate universal version of a dead person.. what are your plans? Disney World?" She squeezes her fingers around Kitty's, "Please say disney world."
Kitty Pryde	Kitty keeps looking over to Gwen, her expression supportive as she listens. At the end, the talk of Disney World, Kitty breaks out in warm laughter. The kind that tilts her head back, and the sound of which has such warmth it could push back the night while it's going on. "Disney World is definitely in the possibilities," Kitty agrees, giving Gwen a smile that shows a flash of white teeth. "Though now I'm kind of happy where I'm at, just this minute." Her smile grows more compassionate though as Kitty says, "I'm sorry that you've lost what you have. You're right about most people wouldn't understand. But I'm one who does. I don't know, maybe there was a reason then that you got your random invite to the party, and my friend called me up to invite me down to it," Kitty says. She offers Gwen's hand a soft squeeze where their fingers are laced. Kitty takes a sip of her cup and says, "So your band really disbanded then. I know a little music store north of town away. People are always dropping in and playing together. If you ever felt like coming by, maybe you could find some people to jam with?"
Gwen Stacy	"Well.. kind of?" Gwen says with a soft laugh and big shrug, "Same as everything, does it count as breaking up if you just disappear? We'd just started getting a good following, though. Played together for years." She smiles to that memory, a rueful expression direct over to Kitty that's hightened when the other woman suggests there was a method to the madness that brought them both here. "Maybe." She agrees, skeptical of anything ''fate'' like, but accept that it's possible for random variables. It has to be to account for her sudden appearance in a different universe and all the little things that make up her everyday life. "That'd be great.. I.. well I don't really have a drumset right now. I don't have anything. Someone bought me a bunch of clothes and a good friend gave me a place to live, but I literally have nothing besides charity right now."
Kitty Pryde	A cool breeze blows over the rooftop, stirring hair and cooling skin before it moves on across the city. Kitty doesn't seem to mind it. The drink is definitely helping. She's on her third cup now, in a fairly short period. A light buzz underway, just enough to help smooth out some of the emotions she was feeling. It isn't just the alcohol doing that. Talking with Gwen, finding someone whose life is as upended as Kitty's even if in a different way, leaves Kitty feeling a little more open than she has been. "Well," Kitty says, "They have drums in the store. They get far more guitar and bass players in there messing around, so you'd probably be a welcome addition to join in with some of them if they start jamming. There's also a little stage they have guest performers in sometimes, in the evenings. If you like, could come out and hit the place in the afternoon. Stick around for the performance if they are good?" Kitty gives a little chagrined look. "And, I just realized, you're going through a lot. So if something like that isn't really what you need to be spending your time on right now? No worries. Just, was thinking the distraction might be nice." Kitty looks down at her drink. "Glad you came out here tonight. I feel a little better, just talking with you."