xp_logs | Bishop and Terry: Hearts

Bishop and Terry meet at the mansion and talk about X-Factor and cards.

Porch, early afternoon, weak patch of sunlight? It has to find someone stealing a moment of basking. Terry was the culprit of the moment, having drug a chair over to sit crosslegged in. She had balanced a plate on the railing and tucked a glass into her lap along with a box of kleenax while a laptop perched on her knee. All in all, it looked a rather precarious arrangement all around.

Bishop was on his way out of the Mansion and he stopped behind Terry when he saw the scene. "You're cleaning your laptop. That's the only guess I'm prepared to make." He joked softly in his deep voice. He didn't know the girl and he tended to keep his comedy clean.

Terry looked up and back at the man, then offered another guess in the guise of a long sniffle. She pulled a tissue out and wiped her nose while looking at Bishop curiously. "What?" she said, crumpling the tissue and dropping it into her lap. The motion disturbed the laptop's balance and she caught the corner before it could slide off her knee.

"Offering a joke." Bishop moved to a chair to sit across from Terry. "Because we haven't met and you're clearly upset."

Terry stared blankly at him for a long moment before comprehension dawned. Then she laughed. She felt badly for laughing and covered it quickly with a wave of her hand and a grin. "No, no... Tis the weather. Not really cold, but just cool enough... Make m' nose run, is all," she said, her accent thickening as her words tumble over themselves. She pulled another tissue out and blew her nose in demonstration. "See?"

"Don't most people with allergies stay indoors?" Bishop looked back over the scene to reevaluate. The set up was odd no matter what she was doing. "And not drop tissues full of mucus into their lap?"

"Not allergies. Just a runny nose. And there will be no sitting outside soon enough," Terry said primly, giving Bishop a curiously guarded look. "M' Terry. You're a new face."

"I didn't go to school here." Bishop offered for clarification. "I work with X-Factor Investigations now." It was easier to just tell her his job then to try to relay the odd ties he had to the school and the X-Men.

Anyone associated with Xavier's is used to odd ties. "X-Factor? Investigations? Name rings a bell," she replied, absentmindedly reaching for the sandwich on the plate she had left on the railing. "Figured that one out on m' own," she added slyly, glancing at him. "The school bit. Look a little old to be current, and I know you didn't go when I was here before."

"I'm Bishop." He completed the introduction. "It's nice to meet you, Terry. You're pretty observant yourself."

Terry laughed before taking a bite of the sandwich. Fortunately her manners were in enough force to prevent her from speaking with her mouth full. She swallowed quickly, and snuffled her nose a little. "Job requirement. Though that required little enough brain power. If that impressed you, you should see me when I play cards."

"Play hearts?" Bishop asked with a short smile; something he didn't seem to do often. Clearly he felt that was his game.

Terry pursed her lips like that was a slightly disappointing surprise, but the expression quickly shifts to a slyly teasing grin. "Prefer to play /with/ them, but I suppose I could go a round or two."

"Foreboding." Bishop said with a soft laugh. "Come by the office some time and bring a partner. We'll play some cards."

Terry grinned and shifted in her seat, almost upsetting the balancing act she has going on. "I may just do that. Assuming I can find me a partner who can keep up."

"If you can't that's even better." Bishop teased back. "Then you won't come in expecting to win. It will make the loss easier."