Laurie, Angel

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After coming out of Angelo's room, Angel brings soup and crackers to an obviously miserable Laurie. They talk about sock races.



Laurie collapsed onto the sofa, waving her hand ineffectually at the remote in the hopes that her powers would change and she'd suddenly be struck with the ability to levitate things. Cold sucked...in fact, the sucked so badly that they reversed polarity and blew. She made a mental note that when she was better that she needed to accost Paige and Dr Moira to invent a cure for the common cold. They were geniuses after all, surely they could find a cure.

Laurie waved feebly to Angel as she entered the common room. "Hi."

"You look like death," Angel commented, dumping her books on the coffee table--she'd move them after a bit. Grinning, she scooped up the remote and handed it over to Laurie. "Here you go, you were looking all forlorn and stuff at it. And I brought you stuff..." Sitting down on the floor, cross legged, she started to dig through her back pack.

"You're an angel." Laurie croaked, and then grinned. "Literally even. How the hell can something this common feel this bad? It should be outlawed. No more viruses, ever. Not even the cute plushie ones you can buy from the mall."

"They make cute plushie viruses? I think I need one of those." With a flourish, she produced a thing of crackers and a thermos. "I figured you probably weren't going to be in the best shape to go and have dinner with the rest of us nonsickies so I brought you some soup. Ms. Dane was nice enough to help me find one to bring up for you."

"Ooo. Soup is good. Soup will not make me throw it all back up again in a rather gross fashion. I officially declare you best suite mate of the week. And yep, plushie viruses. I liked the Mad Cow disease one the best though." Laurie replied, reaching for the thermos.

Angel handed it over and then sat back, leaning on her hands. "Throwing up, no matter how you slice it, is gross. And yay, I win at life! Do I get a medal? I like medals." Leaning over, she dug out a Snickers Bar out of her bag and started to open it up. "Gotta love mutant eating habits. Had I eaten like this at home I'd totally have been sick."

"No medals, although I think I had some sparkly star stickers around here somewhere, from when I made the card for Yvette. And did you see the amount of food some of the X-men put away? You'd think they were training for a world champion eating contest or something. The Biology teacher was saying that it's something to do with energy/mass conversion." Laurie responded, sitting up a little and mashing the pillow she'd grabbed from her bed till it made a good back rest. "Speaking of things completely unrelated, why was Marius chasing you and Jennie before? I saw the journal stuff."

That got a laugh out of her and Angel's eyes danced in barely hidden glee. "Jennie and Babette, one of Marius' bitey mouths, had a disagreement over lipstick color and it really went all down hill from there," she snickered. "Next thing I know, we're being chased with him behind us making kissy noises."

"You know, you think my first question would be why Marius was trying to put lipstick on the mouth on his hand but no. No, I want to know why he called it Babette." Laurie replied, chuckling at the image. "So, did he manage to catch you two at all?"

"There are things better left unasked and asking him why Babette and Maurice were named such is probably one of those," Angel said, chewing on her candy bar for a moment. "I think he could have if he was really trying. But he was enjoying watching us flee, scream and slip all over the floor. Angelo was nice enough to let me dive into his room and hide on the couch for a while. I may have fallen asleep."

"You sleep in the most unusual places, sure that isn't one of your mutant powers?" Laurie said, grinning as she took another sip of her soup.

The headache that had been building since she woke up this morning had calmed a bit and she could actually keep her eyes open now without feeling nauseous. This was a definite improvement, and probably had something to do with company. She'd always felt better when she was sick when she had someone around to talk to.

"I think someone waxes the floor with that triple strength stuff just to watch people fall on their asses though. I was late to class the other day and almost learnt how to fly."

"I only fell asleep under the table once!" came the squeaked protest before a snorted giggle. "I don't think I'll ever live that one down or the stick part of it. And I think Mr. Marko gets a kick out of the waxing stuff..." Angel rubbed her knee. "I nearly totaled when I was making my escape from Marius and his kissy hands."

"Nope, you'll be 100 years old and on your death bed and we'll still tease you about it." Laurie replied, attempting an evil laugh that turned into a brief coughing fit. "Okay, no more maniacal laughing for me. I do think we should have a sock slide race, once I'm better though. There's this long section of floor on the first floor that's completely hardwood. We could really get some speed up on that thing."

"And now we see why villains never get colds, it would totally ruin their reputations. Oohh, a sock race would rock." Glancing over her shoulder, Angel leaned closer. "Once, Julio and I slide down the banisters because we couldn't sleep. Now that was fun. We got all the pillows we could carry from one of the TV rooms, we could do that with the sock race. Once you aren't attempting to see your lungs on the outside of your body."

Laurie tried to imagine Julio sliding down a banister and snickered softly before blushing and then attempting to hide the fact by taking another sip of soup. She would not think of Julio in only his PJs, would not...oooh.

"We could invite the boys and make it a suite against suite. We'd probably have to do it at night though, otherwise people would be using it. Torch lit sock races!"

"And who'd ever wins, the other one has to buy them ice cream!" the other girl added, bouncing up and down a little bit.

"Perfect! Now all I have to do is get better, so it can happen." Laurie replied, pulling her blanket up further around her. "I swear I never usually get colds this early."

"I was going to ask if you got sick often," Angel commented. "Do you think it has anything to do with your powers? I mean, probably not but still, legit question, I think. Mutations do wacky things to our bodies after all."

"I'm not sure, I'll have to ask Dr Voight about it though. Thanks for bringing me the chicken soup." Laurie replied, yawning slightly as her body decided that now was a good time to put forward a motion of sleep.

Smiling, Angel quietly got up and took her stuff into her bedroom. Coming back, she very, very carefully pulled the blanket up further on Laurie before tiptoeing back to her room to hop on the computer.