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[ Her last memories of Luceti had been of snow. Looking around the forest and sensing the patterns of weather upon waking, however, told her it was now early autumn. Either she'd been gone several months or at least a year this time, she figured. Ororo wondered idly if there was a reason that she came and went like this. Something to ask the veterans of Luceti, she thought. ]
[ When she felt well enough, Storm took to the skies of Luceti: she knew her abiliities were dampened here in the enclosure, but she needed some time to reacquaint herself with Luceti's nature before looking for the village. She needed to calm herself, too; less powers also meant less control, and it would probably be better if she kept her emotions from starting an off-season monsoon. The random flashes of thunder and lightning from her annoyance at finding herself back in Luceti might attract unwanted attention, and how embarrassing would it be if someone noticed... ]
[ As soon as she centered herself, she changed course and headed for where she knew the village was. She remembered where the little house she'd stayed in previously was located as well, and checking the journal's callbox had let her know just who was still around and who from her world had arrived while she was "back at home." She figured there would be no harm in dropping by the house unannounced. Hopefully there was someone in House 16 to greet her! ]
[ Storm's first order of business after moving back into her old room at House 16 was to visit the stores for some essentials: the clothes shop being her first stop. As soon as she'd changed into and picked up some familiar clothes, she stepped back outside - and when it was safe, Ororo called down a bolt of lightning from the sky to strike the damned New Feather dress into ash. Subtle? Not in the least, but she had to vent somehow, right? Right. ]
[ Her next stops include the Item Store, and the grocery (to re-stock the house's food supply with some vaguely nutritious food), but her final stop of the day, despite the groceries and other items in her arms, would be Cloud Nine. Some of her clearer memories of Luceti were of the quaint little club, and Ororo rather hoped it would jog a few more of her memories... ]
[ Anyone in town is free to recognize or even bump into her as she makes her way around the village! Storm will be all over the place in general, seeking to re-familiarize herself with the town again. ]
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An' sometimes there are folks out there who need our help.
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[Pauses,] They are voluntary, are they not? Not like the drafts, that is.
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The missions are. There are the regular ones, an' sometimes they have 'special' ones. Been on a few of those - they're never exactly fun.
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What else has changed? I see you've not mentioned Kurt, but I'm sure I remember him the last time I was around...
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He's not been giving you any trouble, has he?
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[That slightly more vitriolic and wry than it should be, maybe.]
But he's not a threat. He'd had my back a few times here.
[Not a threat to anything other than her feelings, and she's pretty sure she's closed those off to him now.]
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If you say so. I asked because... Well, my last memory of Gambit hadn't been particularly flattering for him. [And yet when she thinks about what she remembers of him in Luceti, all her memories indicate that he's really not too bad of a guy.]
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No fear of him runnin' a kidnappin' ring. No fear of him figurin' out if he wants ta play it straight or crooked either.
[Twice burned, eight hundred times as shy. The big jerk.]
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Is that right? How so? [Fishing for info without being obvious.]
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Rogue rolled her eyes.]
Just try an' spend more than five minutes of conversation without him tryin' ta charm his way into your - [pants. wait. this is Ororo.] - affections.
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Mm. He's always been a bit of an incorrigible flirt, from what I recall.
... But he did not try anything? [She knows Rogue can take care of herself and hold her own against any guy, but. This is Rogue. She has delicate concerns with trust and affection that if messed with, Ororo would have no issues having a well-meaning talk with Gambit about.]
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It's Gambit. Ancient history now.
[If only she possessed the finally honed skill of subject-changing.]
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[Smiles a little bit.] I feel like I missed so much.
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[Rogue gestured to Ororo's clothes.]
You wanna see if I've got anythin' that'll fit?
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I would be grateful if you did, yes. Thank you.
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C'mon, you can see what I've got in the closet.
[Her room is still painted black, with random swirls of night-dark blue and vivid deep green highlighted with streaks of silver. She still likes it, but she's been thinking of changing it recently.
Everything in her room is neatly in order and organized, although it could do with a dusting, it's hardly eye-brow raising.]
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[In any case, she follows after Rogue into her room (the interior design makes her smile!) without much complaint.]
Anything will do, really. It's only temporary, I believe I will stop by the clothes shops in town later today.
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Here - help yourself.
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[In the end, though, she chooses a simple, dark skirt and a nondescript white top. It's only temporary, anyway!]
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Anythin' else you want is fine. I'll just step outside.
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I won't be a moment. Thank you again, Rogue.
[And once Rogue leaves, Ororo will change into the borrowed clothes quickly. She actually forgoes taking one of Rogue's bras - they're not her size anyway - and decides to borrow a light jacket instead. That's not too bad, is it?]
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