So this will happen at somepoint in this timeline but I'm not sure when exactly.

Sleepover

"...And no one ever saw Kate or Lauren ever again," Ashley finished grimly.

"...Wasn't that story just the plot of Slender?" Missy dismissed with a bored expression on her face.

"...Oh. You had that Game on Earth Bet?"

"Bootleg Aleph import. Don't tell anyone I told you that." Missy looked around to the assembled group of girls. "Ashley, have you noticed that every one of your friends is two or three years older than you?"

Upon an artificial, rose-based island floating several yards off of the coast of Krakoa, Ashley O'Leary, Missy Biron, the girl whose name was legally changed to Grace O'Reilly becuase Riley Grace Davis was totally dead for realz, Gabby Kinney, Klara Prast, and girl with an adorable hat modeled on an indeterminate critter were united for a sleepover.

"...Yeah. It just kind of happened like that. It's not really a big deal... It's not like this was my idea, I was kind of shocked to get the invitation and then Gabby said to bring friends, so..." Ashley still hadn't properly forgiven herself for the rampage. "Actually I don't know you," she said to the girl with the hat.

"I'm Molly," the girl answered. "It's nice to meet you."

"Same!"

"So, what happened," Gabby explained, "is that we decided that Mike deserved to know who he was cloned from, but nobody knew how to get into contact with the Runaways so we went to Klara and she had a cell number and one thing led to another and now Mike and Molly can't legally be within four hundred feet of each other while on Krakoan soil. We're still fixing the damage."

"He started it," Molly said petulantly.

"But we went to a lot of trouble," Gabby finished, "and it would have seemed like a waste to just leave it there so I figured 'screw it, sleepover.'" Suddenly, Gabby tackled Ashley and started giving her a noogie. "And you're invited becuase... I met Klara the one time. It'd be weird without a mutual friend."

"Okay one, we only met the one time too," Ashley started only to be interrupted

"I put my blood in you," Gabby said. "That makes us Blood Sisters. I think. At the very least it counts as at least ten friendly meetings. By the way, you never answered me if you wanted the ear necklace or not."

"And two," Ashley continued stoically, "Could you not scrape the part of you that the sharp implement of pointy death comes out of against the part of me that holds my thinking parts? I might be immortal now but I don't want to test that out."

Gabby stopped scrapping her knuckles against the crown of Ashley's head and stood up, pouting with her fists at her hips. "My hands are perfectly safe!" She insisted. She then tried to pull her hands aside and realized they were stuck and she was bleeding. Gabby had accidentally snikted herself in the hips. "This proves nothing."

"So... Does anyone else have a ghost story?" Missy asked to get things back on track.

"Once upon a time," Grace began, "there was a girl named Riley. The End."

Molly blinked. "I don't get it."

"...So I noticed that there are no buildings on this little island floating off the main island and that nobody has a sleeping bag," Ashley observed to change the subject. "So... is someone going to bring sleeping bags or are we all going to sleep in a pile?"

Everyone was quiet for a moment. "Well, shit," Gabby said blankly. "I did not think this through."

"Please don't swear," Grace said on reflex.

"Okay, okay, I got this," Ashley said. Then horrible eldritch tentacles of living darkness erupted from her body and formed a cocoon around her, expanding out and assuming a sort of square cavelike shape before fading into a structure of gold and blue pillows, blankets, and couch cousin. Ashley sort of fazed out of the top. "Fort awesomeness is open for business. Be careful, it's bigger on the inside and I'll be aware of literally everything you do once you come in. I mean, it's not the TARDIS but still."

"...Did you design the blanket fort before or after you realized that you could become a blanket fort?" Grace asked.

"You have no idea how long I've been sitting on this," Ashley said with all of the gravitas of a monologuing bond villain. "One day, I knew that spontaneous blanket fort generation would come in handy. You mocked me, you called me mad!"

"We didn't know you could—"

"But I showed you! I showed all of you! And... Oh, wait. I can't make beds. We'd still need to sleep in a pile."

Missy face-palmed. "God damn it, Ashley."