1 question...
1 chance...
1 honest answer...

That's all you get. Ask me one question. Any one question, anything, no matter how crazy it is. An honest answer. No catch.

Well, okay, there's just one. All comments will be screened so your question stays private between you and me, and only you will get to see my answer to your question. But I dare you to repost this and see what people ask you.

[fake screened ftw. all answers exist outside regular verses unless there's an agreement from both parties.]

If you woke up one morning and found me in your bed, what's the first thing you'd think or say?

If you read this, even if we don't speak often, please leave a comment to this post with a memory you have of you and me. It can be anything you want - good or bad. Once you've left a comment, post this little paragraph on your journal and be surprised (or mortified) about what people remember about you.

[Verse is wide open, so from anywhere and anywhen.]

It's barely three weeks until the fall semester stars, but Kitty has been buried under mundania for most of the summer. Aside from escorting school-age children on tours of New York for brownie points, and trying to finish up some of the last classes she needs for a master's degree in Physics (including several seminars in Boston she had to attend), there's daily computer maintenance and a list of other things that she doesn't even think about anymore on a conscious level.

Charles Xavier kicked her out early this morning, with marching orders not to come back for a weekend (despite her protests to the contrary that she has important things to do), and if he saw her face before Monday (not counting global emergencies), he'd put her on the kitchen roster for meals. And, to add insult to injury, he somehow convinced Scott to play air taxi and take her wherever she wanted to go.

Which turns out to be San Francisco, where her best friend lives. That knocking on the front door? One irritated hacker bearing ice cream and a grudge against her mentor. Here's hoping Bobby's home and not ... occupied.

I'm still here. No, really. I am. Took some of the younger kids on a two week outing to the United Kingdom after finishing up finals and end of semester, and then of course I had to sleep for three days.

But here is a chance to yell at me/whatever for being so busy lately:

Sex me up! // my thread

Post a CONFESSION Meme

Leave a comment and I will come up with your character's and my characters's kid. Doesn't matter if your character is male or female - adoption counts just as much as organically produced babies (or even surrogacy, cloning, genetic manipulation, whatever!). Of course, this is just for fun's sake only, so none of these kids are actually binding to anything.