Amanda, Ororo - Friday afternoon
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xp_logsSet before either of them read the journals and discovered Jennie's predicament, Ororo and Amanda have a nice little talk. About Remy in Mickey Mouse ears and the Apocalypse.
It hadn't been Ororo's custom to travel from the countryside to the big city, but over the past few months it seemed she had made a change from her usual habits, heading into the City on a regular basis to spend a night or weekend there as often as she could manage. Her dislike of the closed-in streets, smoggy air and obnoxious drivers hadn't abated, but she had found quite a few good reasons to put up with them anyway. And since she planned on keeping this particular habit going for the foreseeable future, it was alway a good idea to keep the people she was coming to visit happy.
Which meant that Friday evenings usually found her making her way up the steps of the brownstone, her arms laden with packages that she would then spend some time distributing among the Snow Valley employees. Fresh-ground coffee was a must, along with pastries from the Moroccan restaurant she stopped by frequently. For Sofia she always brought flowers, leaving them in the woman's office if she couldn't find her, and sometimes she would bring some to Amanda as well, knowing that a bit of color was always welcome at the younger woman's desk.
This particular Friday found Amanda at home, the floor spread with various papers as she pored through them. Every so often she would seize one with a muttered exclamation, and get up to go stick it on what had been a bare wall until recently but was now covered in articles and pictures and sticky notes with Amanda's distinctive childish scrawl on them. At the sound of a knock on her door, she looked up, puzzled. It wasn't a beer and pizza night - Marie had had plans - and mostly everyone else she knew just walked in. "Come in" she called, beginning to collect together her mess.
"I hope I am not interrupting anything," Ororo said, peeking in the door before pushing through, a bouquet of white and purple irises filling up one arm. "I only wanted to drop these off, and did not want to leave them alone on your desk for the weekend."
"Oh, no, that's okay. Probably need to take a break any way." Amanda gave the older woman a grin, eyes lighting up at the sight of the flowers. She probably would be mocked for it by someone, but she loved flowers. "Those are for me? They're gorgeous, 'Ro." Somewhere along the line she had dropped the 'Ms. Munroe' for Remy's version. "You want a cuppa or something? I was just making one."
"Tea would be lovely, thank you." Ororo smiled as she shut the door behind herself and followed Amanda towards the kitchen area. "I hope you have not been working the whole day through - it is quite late." Though traffic had been surprisingly good on her way into the city, and it wasn't as late as it could have been, fortunately.
"Just since I got home from work. Personal project - 'm trying to work out if one of those Adler prophecies has any legs, and if it does, who needs a kicking." Amanda filled the kettle and turned it on, before opening the cupboard for mugs and the tea cannister. "I'd ask you what brings you to the big, bad city, but I already know." She flashed Ororo a grin over her shoulder. "Remy's been grinning to himself all afternoon."
"I am quite sure that Remy never grins, except to instill fear and paranoia in the hearts of his enemies," the silver-haired woman replied with a chuckle, though it wasn't Amanda's imagination that saw her cheeks pinken just slightly. "Did you check that there were not any shady businessmen or murderous thieves around he was trying to intimidate?"
"Oh, he grins all right. Big goofy one," Amanda teased, enjoying the reaction. Remy would probably do something horrible to her at her next training with him if he knew what she was saying, but it was all in fun. "'S not so much intimidating as sort of cute." She scooped tea into the pot and leaned back on the counter, waiting for the kettle to boil.
Ororo set the flowers on the table, casting a glance around for anything that could be used as a vase, intended purpose or not. "Well, he is cute... though I would not say 'sort of' so much as 'very'."
That got a giggle. Remy was many things, but Amanda had never considered 'very cute' one of them. "He's something, all right," she said. "And you coming over makes him more of that. I swear, you two are cuter than Doug and Angie."
"That's quite a comparison... though I don't think I will be able to convince Remy to visit Disneyland with me anytime soon," Ororo replied, grinning. Spotting an empty coffee can sitting next to the trash, she stooped to pick it up and then crossed to the sink to rinse it out before filling it with water.
"But can't you see Remy in Mickey Mouse ears if you did?" The image was too much for Amanda, and she broke into giggles. "Okay, some things man is not meant to know. I get what Strange means by that now."
"He is a very wise man," the weatherworker agreed, arranging the flowers neatly in the can. "And I think Remy in any sort of novelty hat would be proof that the apocalypse is upon us, or at least nigh. Doubly so if the hat contains rodent ears."
"Very nice. Post-modern, even. Tho' one of these days, I'm gunna have to get a vase," Amanda remarked, eying Ororo's handiwork. The kettle decided to boil just then, and she set about pouring boiling water into the teapot. "And I think Remy in mouse ears would summon some sort of apocalypse, actually."
It took a certain kind of person to have faced down the possibility of space lasers or a city-destroying hurricane and still find mention of the apocalypse funny. Luckily, anyone on the X-Men was liable to find it downright hilarious, under the right circumstances, and Ororo was no exception. The mental picture was enough to make her start chuckling, then laughing, and she had to lean against the counter to steady herself before the attack of mirthfulness passed.
"Oh, sweet goddess... I think that settles it. No trips to Disneyland, ever. I think we might avoid the Disney store just for good measure."
"Well, there goes his plans for your next birthday present, then," Amanda quipped, cheerfully. If you didn't laugh, you'd go balmy. She handed Ororo a mug of tea and nodded at the kitchen table. "Have a seat, and catch me up on the mansion gossip. Did I miss much running off home for a week?"
Taking a seat, Ororo sipped appreciatively at her tea before smiling at the younger woman. "Oh, there is always something happening at the mansion... For example, the helicopter that arrived last Thursday for Crystal and Forge..."
It hadn't been Ororo's custom to travel from the countryside to the big city, but over the past few months it seemed she had made a change from her usual habits, heading into the City on a regular basis to spend a night or weekend there as often as she could manage. Her dislike of the closed-in streets, smoggy air and obnoxious drivers hadn't abated, but she had found quite a few good reasons to put up with them anyway. And since she planned on keeping this particular habit going for the foreseeable future, it was alway a good idea to keep the people she was coming to visit happy.
Which meant that Friday evenings usually found her making her way up the steps of the brownstone, her arms laden with packages that she would then spend some time distributing among the Snow Valley employees. Fresh-ground coffee was a must, along with pastries from the Moroccan restaurant she stopped by frequently. For Sofia she always brought flowers, leaving them in the woman's office if she couldn't find her, and sometimes she would bring some to Amanda as well, knowing that a bit of color was always welcome at the younger woman's desk.
This particular Friday found Amanda at home, the floor spread with various papers as she pored through them. Every so often she would seize one with a muttered exclamation, and get up to go stick it on what had been a bare wall until recently but was now covered in articles and pictures and sticky notes with Amanda's distinctive childish scrawl on them. At the sound of a knock on her door, she looked up, puzzled. It wasn't a beer and pizza night - Marie had had plans - and mostly everyone else she knew just walked in. "Come in" she called, beginning to collect together her mess.
"I hope I am not interrupting anything," Ororo said, peeking in the door before pushing through, a bouquet of white and purple irises filling up one arm. "I only wanted to drop these off, and did not want to leave them alone on your desk for the weekend."
"Oh, no, that's okay. Probably need to take a break any way." Amanda gave the older woman a grin, eyes lighting up at the sight of the flowers. She probably would be mocked for it by someone, but she loved flowers. "Those are for me? They're gorgeous, 'Ro." Somewhere along the line she had dropped the 'Ms. Munroe' for Remy's version. "You want a cuppa or something? I was just making one."
"Tea would be lovely, thank you." Ororo smiled as she shut the door behind herself and followed Amanda towards the kitchen area. "I hope you have not been working the whole day through - it is quite late." Though traffic had been surprisingly good on her way into the city, and it wasn't as late as it could have been, fortunately.
"Just since I got home from work. Personal project - 'm trying to work out if one of those Adler prophecies has any legs, and if it does, who needs a kicking." Amanda filled the kettle and turned it on, before opening the cupboard for mugs and the tea cannister. "I'd ask you what brings you to the big, bad city, but I already know." She flashed Ororo a grin over her shoulder. "Remy's been grinning to himself all afternoon."
"I am quite sure that Remy never grins, except to instill fear and paranoia in the hearts of his enemies," the silver-haired woman replied with a chuckle, though it wasn't Amanda's imagination that saw her cheeks pinken just slightly. "Did you check that there were not any shady businessmen or murderous thieves around he was trying to intimidate?"
"Oh, he grins all right. Big goofy one," Amanda teased, enjoying the reaction. Remy would probably do something horrible to her at her next training with him if he knew what she was saying, but it was all in fun. "'S not so much intimidating as sort of cute." She scooped tea into the pot and leaned back on the counter, waiting for the kettle to boil.
Ororo set the flowers on the table, casting a glance around for anything that could be used as a vase, intended purpose or not. "Well, he is cute... though I would not say 'sort of' so much as 'very'."
That got a giggle. Remy was many things, but Amanda had never considered 'very cute' one of them. "He's something, all right," she said. "And you coming over makes him more of that. I swear, you two are cuter than Doug and Angie."
"That's quite a comparison... though I don't think I will be able to convince Remy to visit Disneyland with me anytime soon," Ororo replied, grinning. Spotting an empty coffee can sitting next to the trash, she stooped to pick it up and then crossed to the sink to rinse it out before filling it with water.
"But can't you see Remy in Mickey Mouse ears if you did?" The image was too much for Amanda, and she broke into giggles. "Okay, some things man is not meant to know. I get what Strange means by that now."
"He is a very wise man," the weatherworker agreed, arranging the flowers neatly in the can. "And I think Remy in any sort of novelty hat would be proof that the apocalypse is upon us, or at least nigh. Doubly so if the hat contains rodent ears."
"Very nice. Post-modern, even. Tho' one of these days, I'm gunna have to get a vase," Amanda remarked, eying Ororo's handiwork. The kettle decided to boil just then, and she set about pouring boiling water into the teapot. "And I think Remy in mouse ears would summon some sort of apocalypse, actually."
It took a certain kind of person to have faced down the possibility of space lasers or a city-destroying hurricane and still find mention of the apocalypse funny. Luckily, anyone on the X-Men was liable to find it downright hilarious, under the right circumstances, and Ororo was no exception. The mental picture was enough to make her start chuckling, then laughing, and she had to lean against the counter to steady herself before the attack of mirthfulness passed.
"Oh, sweet goddess... I think that settles it. No trips to Disneyland, ever. I think we might avoid the Disney store just for good measure."
"Well, there goes his plans for your next birthday present, then," Amanda quipped, cheerfully. If you didn't laugh, you'd go balmy. She handed Ororo a mug of tea and nodded at the kitchen table. "Have a seat, and catch me up on the mansion gossip. Did I miss much running off home for a week?"
Taking a seat, Ororo sipped appreciatively at her tea before smiling at the younger woman. "Oh, there is always something happening at the mansion... For example, the helicopter that arrived last Thursday for Crystal and Forge..."
