Ororo Munroe (
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[ Storm returns from her week-and-a-half long mission midday on the 12th. Well, she hadn't known it was the 12th when she came back, just that she'd been gone a while. The first thing she'd done when she got back was return to the X-House, but since Rogue had claimed dibs on the only bath in House 16, Ororo decided to indulge herself in an outdoor shower. She needed to find a relatively secluded place for that, so quickly she decides to detour to somewhere high above the flatlands beyond the forests where (hopefully...!) she wouldn't be disturbing anyone.
It'd been a while since she had done such a thing, bathing in rainclouds of her own making, and the mission had been long and tedious despite having Rogue by her side for much of the fighting... So she uses up most of the afternoon for herself and takes the scenic route home.
It's only after she returned to the X-House refreshed and energized that she thought to check the journals and realize belatedly that it was the 12th of January, today. That... gives her pause.
So, thirty years old. Strange; most women gave that number quite a bit of significance. It was supposed to be a milestone (or at least, that's what her sister told her) where by now she should be thinking about whether or not she was ever going to get married, have children or what kind of career she was supposed to focus on. Food for thought, she figured.
In the end, she decides to celebrate it with little fanfare. Evening finds her stopping by Good Spirits for a drink or two, dressed with a little more care than she would have taken on a regular day. She's warm and friendly for the most part, even if towards the end of the night she seems more introspective than normal. Feel free to approach...! ]
It'd been a while since she had done such a thing, bathing in rainclouds of her own making, and the mission had been long and tedious despite having Rogue by her side for much of the fighting... So she uses up most of the afternoon for herself and takes the scenic route home.
It's only after she returned to the X-House refreshed and energized that she thought to check the journals and realize belatedly that it was the 12th of January, today. That... gives her pause.
So, thirty years old. Strange; most women gave that number quite a bit of significance. It was supposed to be a milestone (or at least, that's what her sister told her) where by now she should be thinking about whether or not she was ever going to get married, have children or what kind of career she was supposed to focus on. Food for thought, she figured.
In the end, she decides to celebrate it with little fanfare. Evening finds her stopping by Good Spirits for a drink or two, dressed with a little more care than she would have taken on a regular day. She's warm and friendly for the most part, even if towards the end of the night she seems more introspective than normal. Feel free to approach...! ]
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Now where are you off to, young lady?
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Hello, Kurt. I thought I might go out for the evening, it's a lovely night. [Then she gives a pointed glance at his potato chips.] I hope you know that that is not a proper dinner.
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Is it a hot date? [And then a sheepish grin at the chips.] It's just a snack! I'm gonna go out for some pizza in a while.
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[Action] Because this'll go funny places.
So in she pokes her head...and finds...well...]
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She's humming under her breath a little.]
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Enjoying yourself?
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[ action @ good spirits ]
[ the short-but-determinedly-chipper blonde smiles at storm. wow. quite the outfit; buffy approves. ]
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Hmm... How about a rum and coke, to start the night?
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[ buffy is already reaching for the glass. ]
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Still, despite the fact she's sitting alone, there's no inclination in her posture that warns others away or says she wants to be alone. She's just a little lost in her own head at the moment.]
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She assumes she's waiting for someone - perhaps Clint, and their other friend, Mr. Coulson, if she remembered that name right? - but after Ororo's had her first drink and Natasha was still by herself, Ororo decides it was only polite to drop by and say hello.]
Natasha?
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Which is... somewhere close, she hopes. She's tired.]
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Rogue. How was your afternoon?
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[Pepper's in Good Spirits like many, unwinding after a busy day. She's not sure of Ororo will welcome the company, especially depending on whatever's got her so contemplative, but Pepper can make a quick exit if the other woman prefers to be alone.]
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They're hardly worth that much. Good evening, Pepper.
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He orders a drink at the bar and spends a little time people watching while he waits. Once he has his beer, he heads over towards Ororo, raising a hand in greeting.]
Evening Ororo. You look nice.
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What brings you to the bar tonight?
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After spotting Storm, she moves closer. She doesn't know Storm's been on a mission, but Sakura does know that she herself has been more antisocial than usual lately. Seeing Ororo is a welcome change.]
Ororo Monroe. It has been some time. Are you well?
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Hello, Sakura. It has been some time indeed. I don't think we've spoken since before Christmas? [Well, there was that Secret Santa affair, but Ororo hadn't left her name with that.] I am doing well, thank you. I hope the same can be said for you?
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A cursory glance around the bar has her spotting Logan quite easily, and even if it looked like he was in one of his moods where he wanted to be alone, she figured it was only right that she made her way over to let him know that she and Rogue were back.]
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I'm glad you're back.
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hope you don't mind a late tag
Need a drinking buddy for the night?
not at all! \o/
I'm afraid I'm not the best of, ah, drinking buddies. [She smiles a little; she's not a casual drinker at all.] But I would not say no to the company, of course.
/o/
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