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[calmbeforethe]

[ 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...! ]

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[snikting]

Sure. Maybe I'll take up knitting instead.

[He'd been trying to find other outlets. Short of going running in the woods with the wolves, there wasn't much that appealed to him.]

[calmbeforethe]

Yes, of course. Wouldn't that be an inventive use for your claws? [Somehow she manages not to roll her eyes. She does point her own bottle of beer at him, though.]

But I am being serious, Logan. You need to find something that will help you pass the time. And trying to get drunk or starting bar fights do not count.

[snikting]

I'm open to suggestions, if you got 'em.

[calmbeforethe]

Hmm. Something productive, perhaps? You're good with your hands. Maybe something involving building things. [She can't speak for him, of course, but she likes using her powers for nondestructive things when she can.]

[snikting]

Construction... [He'd been a miner once. So many years ago. When his life started over for the first time.] Building that art gallery wasn't the worst thing.

[calmbeforethe]

You built the art gallery? [She didn't know this! Ororo smiles.] No wonder Pepper seems so fond of you.

[snikting]

I did my part. That woman Potts is just a strange woman, that's all. A little too keen to make nice with people.

[So, you know, a normal person.]

[calmbeforethe]

I prefer to think of her as friendly.

[snikting]

Nosy, more like. [All the same. It's something. They can keep drinking and eventually Logan will cut out the negativity. It IS her birthday, after all.]