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Kitty knew she'd been sparse around the tower lately. She knew that. 

It didn't help that besides locking herself in her bedroom for hours on end, there wasn't really any other way to get through the work from Carnegie Mellon.

She managed. She'd just finish the work, take a shower, and pass out before waking up to do it all over again.

With finals looming on the horizons though, Lockie had decided that was going crazy and had decided it was high time she left her room for more than a few minutes.

She wasn't gonna even ask how he'd gotten his paws on the latest Assassin's Creed game (the only one she didn't already own), but he'd shown up with it and dropped it in her lap. Though a list of names of who could've helped him did go through her head.

The fact that she'd actually picked up the game and put down her laptop was testament enough to the fact that even she knew she should get out.

To say that the bad guys weren't attacking often enough wasn't quite the right way to phrase things.

Of course, if they'd fight a bit more often she might not have had time to set up what she did. She'd taken floor 62 and.. gotten creative.

There were two safe zones. The safe zones were offlimits for shooting, with big plastic buckets full of spare bullets. The first bucket was hidden behind the TV in the lounge and the other was in the back of the freezer.

Because that's where she wanted it. Of course, to make sure others would participate in her game, she'd hidden one on the elevator, topping it off with a NERF gun, the same one she was using. There were another two guns. One was at the top of the stairwell and another was in a basket in the living room. All three were paired with sticky notes that said simply: Watch your six. This is war.

It wasn't big or impressive. Just a bit bigger than a handgun and colored yellow and orange. The chamber could hold six bullets at a time and Kitty had her completely loaded and had hidden herself in a corner where she had a clear view on the elevator and the television. The stairs were down the hall, to her back, and she'd be safe on that one.

She could just see the 'Safe Zone' sign that she had taped to the wall above the fridge. The same one that was taped to the front of the freezer.

It had just rained so Kitty, of course, had all the windows of the common room on her floor thrown open.

To ward off the chill that came with early spring/late winter 4 in the morning air, she'd also found the biggest blanket she could and wrapped herself in it.

Coincidentally, Lockie had decided it was more than completely necessary to take the rest of the couch, head resting on Kitty's lap, wings tucked close to his body.

No matter what the dragon said otherwise, Kitty still believed that he just loved Repo: The genetic Opera.

Okay, so yes, she'd already played it once.

Or four times.

But Kitty was bored and until she got around to running out to get the last Gears Of War game - she'd been putting off the third because she didn't want it to end - she was replaying her favorites.

Including Bioshock.

Of course, still holding true to her strategy of avoidance, Kitty had positioned herself so that it would be easy to phase back, through the couch, wall, and into the room behind her, should someone get off the elevator.

Thankfully the room behind her was her own so she didn't have to worry about walking in on anyone.

Kitty had gotten bored.

There really wasn't much more of an excuse. Boredom and maybe a slight sugar high had urged her, the night before, to turn the couch around so that it was facing the wall in the main lounge area.

She'd then gathered as many blankets and pillows as she could find and piled them up between the back of the couch and the wall, creating a little fort.

And no it was not childish.

Neither was the 'No space dragons allowed' sign taped to the wall near her makeshift pillow entrance.

She didn't care what anyone else said. At all.

Deal, Lockie. I'll stay right here.

Why the hell had staying in her room seemed like a good idea a few hours ago? She'd decided that this time she'd stay where she was. She would head out into the living room for no apparent reason. 

It wasn't going to happen. She was playing stubborn. This wasn't really about whether or not she wanted to head out a find a warm body, because god, did she want. Lockie and her were trying to figure out if she could manage it, just in case she might have to.

She'd woken up, hollow and growling for touch. The door wasn't locked. Nothing was stopping her from ducking into the hall and heading to Clint's room. Or Sam's. She didn't think either of them would turn her away.