xp_logs | Log: Clarice & Scott

Clarice tracks Scott down to discuss her return to the team and to the mansion.

It felt good to be out of scrubs and into proper clothes. Clarice missed having the opportunity to dress and look good, she liked it. Today she wore black leggings with a grey sweater dress, accented with a wide black belt and a red purse for some colour. She looked good, but also professional, which was what she was going for. Weekend professional. Finding Scott though once she was back at the mansion proved slightly difficult. How could he appreciate (or more than likely, not appreciate) her ensemble and how grown up it made her look if she couldn't find him!?

Scott stared down his enemy with all the venom he could summon from his years of being an X-man, he had faced down threats like Apocalypse and Magneto but faced his toughest challenge ever. The jar of peanut butter sat there completely unperturbed, and frustratingly out of Scott's reach. Tossing a final glare at the offending jar he turned back to his sandwich, deciding to forgo the peanut butter he picked up the sandwich and left the kitchen heading for the rec room.

"Hey Clarice", he called in greeting as he spotted her in the hallway.

"Hey! Scott!" She turned, pleased. "Just who I was looking for! How's it going?" He had to have heard what had happened a few days earlier at the hospital, there would have been at least one team write up on it.

"Not too bad, and yourself? I heard you helped us take down Mulwray," he confirmed. "Nice work there". He stopped walking and turned to face her.

"Eh, you know...you can take the girl out of the leathers, but you can't take the X out of the girl..." Clarice smiled. That didn't quite sound right. Oh well. "About that though...It was pretty easy to ignore this place when I was living on campus and all that and finishing my degree and stuff, but being back here in New York...I have a responsibility. And I was wondering if you guys might want a long range teleporter with an absolutely fabulous sense of style?"

"It's like an itch", Scott replied, "you never seem to be quite able to forgot about it. In the words of the great don Corleone, 'I try to get out but they keep pulling me back in'". He smiled at his attempt at a joke. "Well if you think the mansion could cope with the re-introduction of your esteemed fashion sense we'd love to have you back. We can never have too many teleporters, or fashion gurus for that matter". When were you thinking of moving back?"

Clarice pulled out her cell phone and pulled up her calendar, "My semester ends December 15, I'm buried until then in school. So....I'll return in time for Christmas? Like when I first arrived here," she had originally come on Christmas Eve all those years ago. She would need time to pack and even with using her powers to move things, it would take time. Plus, she needed to give her roommate 30 days notice. "I've stayed in shape though, been doing krav m'ga and kickboxing classes."

"Ok", Scott paused in thought for a moment. "I don't see a problem with that, as long as you've really been keeping in shape", he flashed a grin at her. "I'll tell Charles you're headed back, I don't see him raising any objections." Scott blinked as a thought struck him, "Do you need us to sort out accommodation when you get back here? Or would you prefer to figure it out yourself?"

"I'll make a post once I know a more-concrete move-back date," Clarice agreed, grateful that this was so easy. Then again, this was Scott. He was generally pretty cool. "Thanks, Scott," she glanced at his sandwich, "Enjoy. Sorry I'm keeping you from your lunch."

"Glad to be of some help," Scott replied. "I do need another warm body for my danger room scenarios", he mused. "We'll see you back here around Christmas then. If you need anything else, Clarice, you know where to find me", he smiled.

"Absolutely, thanks," she chose not to comment on needing 'another warm body.' That did not bode well, but it was probably the truth. "Later!"