Coffee=Lifeblood. But call them addicts and they'll deny it.

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Alison and Lorna complain about training and avoid other issues.


Lorna turns the doorknob with her power, noting to herself that it is a good thing it is metal, given the two enormous mugs of coffee in her hands. She doesn't notice that it was the first time she's used her powers since leaving home. She glances around the common room as she enters and calls out to her roommate. "I think Jamie's grandfather may be my new hero."

"Cooooffeeeee..." her roommate calls out, mimicking to perfection any number of zombies that had graced the big screen at one time or another. "Oh, I can smell it from here," she looks up from her notes, folding them up and placing them in a box carefully, placing the cover on it and sliding it under her bed with her foot as she got up. "Oh, you're a lovely, lovely coffee bringing person," she continues, reaching for one of the mugs with a pleading look.

Lorna laughs and hands over her contraband, catching sight of the box before it's disappearance and wondering about it. "I'm warning you, this stuff could strip paint. It could possibly launch the shuttle, in fact." She leans against the wall and sips from her own mug. "So what's up, darling?"

Alison sips at the coffee, cooing over it and closing her eyes in bliss. "It's nothing near Ororo's coffee, the stuff is divine - but I can do with strong coffee right now." She sits back down slowly on her bed, chewing on her lip. "Am still a bit crabby. Just so you know. No good reason really... Well. I think." She shrugs, looking annoyed with herself more than anything else.

"Crabby is okay by me. I do crabby very well myself what with being a former private school princess. But you don't expect me to buy the 'no reason' defense do you?" Lorna proceeds to slide down the wall until she's sitting indian style, looking up at Alison with an amused but concerned expression.

"Phooey," is the eventual response. "There's a few reasons," she owes up. And some of them I'm so not looking at right now. Or else crabby will turn into downright nasty. Why mope when you can be bitchy, mmm? She chuckles, both at her train of thought and at Lorna not putting up with matters being left vague. "I've got a few things I'm working out. Faceplanting at hand-to-hand combat today? Dinged my pride some," she confesses to that much, thinking it a safer topic than a few others.

Lorna chews on her lower lip for a moment, deciding how much to push the issue and as per usual, errs on the side of privacy. "You've got training in martial arts, yeah? Thus the dinged pride when Grr Argh did his janitor impression and mopped the floor with you? Presuming that your experience was at all like mine."

A startled gasp of laughter threads it way out, and soon Alison is giggling helplessly, trying to catch her breath, mug of coffee tipping dangerously to the side. "Grr Argh?" accompanied by clawy motions accompany the giggles, making it clear what sparked her reaction. "Oh!" she chuckles, "I am so going to remember that!" Managing to stifle the giggles, she nods wryly, allowing a bit of bitterness to show through. "Yeah, I got mopped alright. I just - wasn't expecting it. And it occurred to me that I should have. And it just got very annoying when he got that look and-" she shrugs, sipping some of the coffee. "Grr. Argh."

Lorna starts giggling as well and mentally tags the portion of her brain that provides nicknames to cool it while she's having a serious conversation. She manages to control herself a bit more quickly than Alison because it was her joke after all. "You got the 'I thought you'd be better look,' I'm assuming? Mine was more 'how have you survived this long?' I'm not sure what he expected though, it's not like any of us are secret agents in disguise." Has a touch of bitterness in her voice as well. "Ah well," finishes her coffee and stretches, "I should get going." and find out what's really bothering you later, she thinks at her roommate like she imagines a 'path would.

Alison smiles at her over her coffee mug, looking better for the conversation. "Not a bad idea. I should try sleeping myself... night roomie."

"G'night." Lorna stands up and crosses the common area to her own room. She sits on her bed for a long time, replaying the conversation in her head. There was a lot more bothering her roommate, she was sure, but what she could do about it, she hadn't the slightest idea.