Backdated log | Ororo and Marie
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xp_logsReally backdated log... Ororo and Marie speak about various things after the mission in Youra.
In such a big mansion, it wasn't too surprising that a good chuck of time went to actually finding the people you wanted to speak to, Ororo pondered as she headed through the halls. Of course, there was always paging, and calling, and email, but she didn't want to summon Marie, merely talk to her. There was an added element of surprise because of this, since she couldn't be sure the girl was actually in her room, but it seemed a likely place to start looking, at least.
Marie was indeed in her room - she'd been laying pretty low since the mission to Youra, with the excuse that she'd had to catch up on her schoolwork. Opening her door at the sound of Ororo's knocking, she smiled when she realized who had come to see her. The smile was quickly replaced by a look of concern as she saw the tired expression on the white haired woman's face. "Come on in 'Ro...what's going on?" she asked as she ushered her friend over to the couch.
"Nothing too out of the ordinary," 'Ro replied, though she settled gratefully onto the couch nonetheless. "I am still rather tired, though, and my sleeping habits have not yet set themselves aright. But I came to see how you were doing... It has been some time since I have seen you, really."
"Yeah," the younger girl said quietly. "It has been too long. But you were gone you deserved a vacation. Ah...Ah think Ah'm starting to get how hard your job is sometimes. So many decisions rest on your shoulders and you rarely know if you've made the right one until it's too late." Marie sat next to Ororo on the couch, pulling up her knee to rest her chin on.
Ororo's expression grew pensive, and she tilted her head to one side. "You do know that whether or not the decision was 'right', you still did the best you could, yes? And ultimately, that is what counts. Though it is sometimes impossible to believe... but few people expect perfection every time."
"Ah guess that's the part Ah'm still learning. It's just...people are starting to listen to what Ah have to say." Marie shook her head. "It's still a little new for me is all. You probably don't get told thank you enough." She paused and turned her head, smiling wryly. "So thanks."
"You are most certainly welcome," Ororo said with a chuckle. "And thank you, as well. It is good to know that reliable people with a conscience are here to share the responsibility with." She reached over and rested a hand on Marie's shoulder, giving it a squeeze.
"And have you been taking care of yourself, o' fearless leader?" Marie asked. "Ah mean, Ah know you finally took a vacation and all...did it help you relax?"
"Well..." Sitting back, Ororo gave a small shrug. "In a way, I suppose. It was good to be there again, if only for a little while."
Marie nodded and offered 'Ro a small smile. Something seemed off with her friend, but she wasn't sure what it was or if she even had the right to push. "Sometimes it's good to go home again."
"I think, perhaps, that home changed its definition without telling me. Africa was everything I remembered it to be, but I did not fit there like I once did," 'Ro admitted. "I was stubborn enough to think that didn't matter, though... it was were I wanted to be." She looked up almost guiltily, wondering if Marie would be shocked to hear that. "I almost considered staying."
Marie was quiet, considering, before responding. "Ah'm glad you didn't, even though that's selfish of me. It can't of been easy, realizing you didn't fit in like you used to, like you probably hoped you still would." She hugged her knee closer to her chest, closing her eyes. "Ah think it's natural, to try and make something work when it's what you want or where you want to be. It's hard to realize that sometimes wanting somethin' isn't enough."
"And that it does not always make it right, either. But it is easier to look forward, I think, from this point on." Ororo paused for a moment, not for the first time sheepishly remembering the encounter that had forced her to take that step. "I think... there is someone I need to thank, for helping me realize that. But I do not know if he wishes to hear it." Or from me, ever again.
"Ah'm sure he will," Marie said with a smile. "People like to know when they've been helpful, even if they get gruff about it," she continued, thinking of Logan. "Ah'm glad whatever they did helped though....sometimes it takes that outside perspective to make us realize something we already kinda knew."
"Yes... perhaps you are right. And I am not too proud to admit when I was wrong," Ororo replied. "Which is good, because as I have learned over the past few years, there is no way to be perfect, no matter how hard you try. It is easy enough to accept your friends' mistakes, but it takes much more work to accept your own."
"That's more than most people Ah know. It's hard admitting you're wrong, especially to friends...but Ah'm gettin' confused. How does thanking someone for helping you make you need to say you were wrong?" Marie asked, cocking her head.
Ororo gave a small shrug, her expression pensive. "Perhaps it does not... But when someone shows you the truth and you steadfastly refuse to believe it, despite their good intentions, I think an admittance of wrongdoing is called for, once you come to your senses."
"And Ah think," Marie said, "that we have had enough contemplation for one night. You made a mistake and you realized it in time to fix things." She still wasn't sure exactly what was going on with Ororo, but it seemed to her like the woman needed to stop beating herself up.
"A fair enough conclusion," Ororo told the other woman with a smile. "And one, I think, that leads directly to one of my own... come, let us go down to Harry's while the night is still young. Some philosophy is best pondered over a well-made drink."
In such a big mansion, it wasn't too surprising that a good chuck of time went to actually finding the people you wanted to speak to, Ororo pondered as she headed through the halls. Of course, there was always paging, and calling, and email, but she didn't want to summon Marie, merely talk to her. There was an added element of surprise because of this, since she couldn't be sure the girl was actually in her room, but it seemed a likely place to start looking, at least.
Marie was indeed in her room - she'd been laying pretty low since the mission to Youra, with the excuse that she'd had to catch up on her schoolwork. Opening her door at the sound of Ororo's knocking, she smiled when she realized who had come to see her. The smile was quickly replaced by a look of concern as she saw the tired expression on the white haired woman's face. "Come on in 'Ro...what's going on?" she asked as she ushered her friend over to the couch.
"Nothing too out of the ordinary," 'Ro replied, though she settled gratefully onto the couch nonetheless. "I am still rather tired, though, and my sleeping habits have not yet set themselves aright. But I came to see how you were doing... It has been some time since I have seen you, really."
"Yeah," the younger girl said quietly. "It has been too long. But you were gone you deserved a vacation. Ah...Ah think Ah'm starting to get how hard your job is sometimes. So many decisions rest on your shoulders and you rarely know if you've made the right one until it's too late." Marie sat next to Ororo on the couch, pulling up her knee to rest her chin on.
Ororo's expression grew pensive, and she tilted her head to one side. "You do know that whether or not the decision was 'right', you still did the best you could, yes? And ultimately, that is what counts. Though it is sometimes impossible to believe... but few people expect perfection every time."
"Ah guess that's the part Ah'm still learning. It's just...people are starting to listen to what Ah have to say." Marie shook her head. "It's still a little new for me is all. You probably don't get told thank you enough." She paused and turned her head, smiling wryly. "So thanks."
"You are most certainly welcome," Ororo said with a chuckle. "And thank you, as well. It is good to know that reliable people with a conscience are here to share the responsibility with." She reached over and rested a hand on Marie's shoulder, giving it a squeeze.
"And have you been taking care of yourself, o' fearless leader?" Marie asked. "Ah mean, Ah know you finally took a vacation and all...did it help you relax?"
"Well..." Sitting back, Ororo gave a small shrug. "In a way, I suppose. It was good to be there again, if only for a little while."
Marie nodded and offered 'Ro a small smile. Something seemed off with her friend, but she wasn't sure what it was or if she even had the right to push. "Sometimes it's good to go home again."
"I think, perhaps, that home changed its definition without telling me. Africa was everything I remembered it to be, but I did not fit there like I once did," 'Ro admitted. "I was stubborn enough to think that didn't matter, though... it was were I wanted to be." She looked up almost guiltily, wondering if Marie would be shocked to hear that. "I almost considered staying."
Marie was quiet, considering, before responding. "Ah'm glad you didn't, even though that's selfish of me. It can't of been easy, realizing you didn't fit in like you used to, like you probably hoped you still would." She hugged her knee closer to her chest, closing her eyes. "Ah think it's natural, to try and make something work when it's what you want or where you want to be. It's hard to realize that sometimes wanting somethin' isn't enough."
"And that it does not always make it right, either. But it is easier to look forward, I think, from this point on." Ororo paused for a moment, not for the first time sheepishly remembering the encounter that had forced her to take that step. "I think... there is someone I need to thank, for helping me realize that. But I do not know if he wishes to hear it." Or from me, ever again.
"Ah'm sure he will," Marie said with a smile. "People like to know when they've been helpful, even if they get gruff about it," she continued, thinking of Logan. "Ah'm glad whatever they did helped though....sometimes it takes that outside perspective to make us realize something we already kinda knew."
"Yes... perhaps you are right. And I am not too proud to admit when I was wrong," Ororo replied. "Which is good, because as I have learned over the past few years, there is no way to be perfect, no matter how hard you try. It is easy enough to accept your friends' mistakes, but it takes much more work to accept your own."
"That's more than most people Ah know. It's hard admitting you're wrong, especially to friends...but Ah'm gettin' confused. How does thanking someone for helping you make you need to say you were wrong?" Marie asked, cocking her head.
Ororo gave a small shrug, her expression pensive. "Perhaps it does not... But when someone shows you the truth and you steadfastly refuse to believe it, despite their good intentions, I think an admittance of wrongdoing is called for, once you come to your senses."
"And Ah think," Marie said, "that we have had enough contemplation for one night. You made a mistake and you realized it in time to fix things." She still wasn't sure exactly what was going on with Ororo, but it seemed to her like the woman needed to stop beating herself up.
"A fair enough conclusion," Ororo told the other woman with a smile. "And one, I think, that leads directly to one of my own... come, let us go down to Harry's while the night is still young. Some philosophy is best pondered over a well-made drink."
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