Ororo and Amanda - Late Tuesday Night
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xp_logsOne night owl comes across another night owl, burning the midnight oil in the search for Remy.
The building was dark and quiet. This wasn't altogether surprising, as it was long past midnight and even the most dedicated employee had long since knocked off to their homes. This suited Ororo just fine, as she was not particularly in the mood to chat - no, she wanted to be alone, and better here where she could at least work than in the apartment, which was too distracting in its yawning emptiness.
Climbing up the stairs, she headed not for her own desk but Remy's - though she had already been there a dozen times before, searching for any information that might help divine his whereabouts, she couldn't help herself. There had to be something... some morsel, some hint that might give her something to pursue, something to do other than dwell on the fact that he was gone and with each passing day increasingly unlikely to come back.
There was a sound from down the hall, the soft thump of a book being closed, a weary sigh and the click of a light switch, and then Amanda appeared, hoisting her book bag onto her shoulder as she left the storeroom that doubled as their occult library.
"'Ro?" The witch paused at Remy's office door, looking puzzled and concerned. "'S late. Is something up?"
"No, nothing is up... Besides we two," Ororo replied in a lame attempt at a joke, though the other woman could tell her heart wasn't really in it. "I was just... looking. Through some things."
"Oh." Amanda's face was filled with understanding. Coming in, she took a seat in one of the chairs in front of the desk, letting her book bag slide off her shoulder and drop to the floor. "Me too. Did you find anything?"
"No," Ororo sighed, giving a weary shake of her head. "Not yet. Did you?"
Amanda's head shake was just as weary. "No. I've been looking for ways of juicing up my location spells, maybe get around the whole 'only in cities' thing. No go." She pushed a handful of hair back from her face. "I could maybe try the network again, see if I can get someone to scry for him, but..." She let it hang - they both knew they'd scoured every option twice over.
"Mm. Well, keep trying. I'm sure we'll find something soon." Ororo gave Amanda reassuring smile, though it turned out more as a rictus grin. "But please, do not let me keep you - it is late, you should be asleep, or at least somewhere more enjoyable."
"I'm good. We both know I won't sleep when I get home, I'll just hit the books again." Amanda studied the other woman. "How're you holding up, 'Ro? I mean, this is bad enough for me, but it must be horrible for you. Is there anything...?"
The silence stretched out for a long moment before Ororo shook her head, fiddling idly with the files in front of her and refusing to meet Amanda's eyes. "No. Thank you. I am sure Remy would want things continuing as normal without him here."
"He'd also want us to stick together, make sure we're all okay. Especially you, 'Ro." Amanda leaned forward in her chair, reaching out to put her hand over Ororo's. "Let me take you back to the brownstone. You can kip at my place - I'll make you some tea and something to eat, yeah? You look like you need it."
"No, I need to stay here and look through these," the silver-haired woman insisted, perhaps more strenuously than Amanda might've expected. "I know there is something here that I am missing, I just need to find it..." She pulled her hand away, frowning to herself as she shuffled through the well-thumbed files. "Thank you for your offer, Amanda, but if what I can find can bring him back even a day earlier... then it cannot wait until tomorrow."
Amanda opened her mouth to argue, then closed it again. How many times had she said the same thing herself, when someone she cared about was in trouble. Hell, here she was, past midnight, working to find a clue, any clue, to Remy's whereabouts herself.
"I'll order in," she said instead. "Two sets of eyes are better than one."
This time Ororo did look up; the expression on her face suffused with gratitude. But: "Very well. Not from the Chinese on the corner - I still have a half-dozen cartons in the refrigerator from them," was all she said.
The building was dark and quiet. This wasn't altogether surprising, as it was long past midnight and even the most dedicated employee had long since knocked off to their homes. This suited Ororo just fine, as she was not particularly in the mood to chat - no, she wanted to be alone, and better here where she could at least work than in the apartment, which was too distracting in its yawning emptiness.
Climbing up the stairs, she headed not for her own desk but Remy's - though she had already been there a dozen times before, searching for any information that might help divine his whereabouts, she couldn't help herself. There had to be something... some morsel, some hint that might give her something to pursue, something to do other than dwell on the fact that he was gone and with each passing day increasingly unlikely to come back.
There was a sound from down the hall, the soft thump of a book being closed, a weary sigh and the click of a light switch, and then Amanda appeared, hoisting her book bag onto her shoulder as she left the storeroom that doubled as their occult library.
"'Ro?" The witch paused at Remy's office door, looking puzzled and concerned. "'S late. Is something up?"
"No, nothing is up... Besides we two," Ororo replied in a lame attempt at a joke, though the other woman could tell her heart wasn't really in it. "I was just... looking. Through some things."
"Oh." Amanda's face was filled with understanding. Coming in, she took a seat in one of the chairs in front of the desk, letting her book bag slide off her shoulder and drop to the floor. "Me too. Did you find anything?"
"No," Ororo sighed, giving a weary shake of her head. "Not yet. Did you?"
Amanda's head shake was just as weary. "No. I've been looking for ways of juicing up my location spells, maybe get around the whole 'only in cities' thing. No go." She pushed a handful of hair back from her face. "I could maybe try the network again, see if I can get someone to scry for him, but..." She let it hang - they both knew they'd scoured every option twice over.
"Mm. Well, keep trying. I'm sure we'll find something soon." Ororo gave Amanda reassuring smile, though it turned out more as a rictus grin. "But please, do not let me keep you - it is late, you should be asleep, or at least somewhere more enjoyable."
"I'm good. We both know I won't sleep when I get home, I'll just hit the books again." Amanda studied the other woman. "How're you holding up, 'Ro? I mean, this is bad enough for me, but it must be horrible for you. Is there anything...?"
The silence stretched out for a long moment before Ororo shook her head, fiddling idly with the files in front of her and refusing to meet Amanda's eyes. "No. Thank you. I am sure Remy would want things continuing as normal without him here."
"He'd also want us to stick together, make sure we're all okay. Especially you, 'Ro." Amanda leaned forward in her chair, reaching out to put her hand over Ororo's. "Let me take you back to the brownstone. You can kip at my place - I'll make you some tea and something to eat, yeah? You look like you need it."
"No, I need to stay here and look through these," the silver-haired woman insisted, perhaps more strenuously than Amanda might've expected. "I know there is something here that I am missing, I just need to find it..." She pulled her hand away, frowning to herself as she shuffled through the well-thumbed files. "Thank you for your offer, Amanda, but if what I can find can bring him back even a day earlier... then it cannot wait until tomorrow."
Amanda opened her mouth to argue, then closed it again. How many times had she said the same thing herself, when someone she cared about was in trouble. Hell, here she was, past midnight, working to find a clue, any clue, to Remy's whereabouts herself.
"I'll order in," she said instead. "Two sets of eyes are better than one."
This time Ororo did look up; the expression on her face suffused with gratitude. But: "Very well. Not from the Chinese on the corner - I still have a half-dozen cartons in the refrigerator from them," was all she said.
