xp_logs | Genosha - Going Home

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Angel checks on her friend and finds her a bit... odd.

Angel...didn't hurt, exactly. If asked, she probably wouldn't be able to say how she felt. So she didn't try to think about. Instead, as soon as the Blackbird was in the air and they were allowed to move, she unhooked herself and shuffled over to where Yvette was sitting and settled down next to her friend. "How are you?" She asked carefully, concern not-so-obvious in her tone, but it was there.

The red-skinned girl opened her eyes - she had been meditating, as Ms. Frost had taught her to do, trying to get a hold on her powers and not destroy the seat she was in - and gave Angel a wan smile. Without her hair, her face was oddly vulnerable, glowing blue eyes even bigger than normal. "Angel," she said, as if reminding herself of her friend's name. "Hello."

Oops. Angel tilted her head, a small, half frown twisting at her lips. "I interrupted something, didn't I?" She asked quietly. "Sorry."

"Only a little, but that is okay." Yvette nodded at the seat beside her. "Please, stay. I... do not feel like I want to be inside my head too much. It is too confusing in there right now."

Well Angel didn't need to be told twice. She sat down, drawing her legs up to her chest and letting her arms rest at her side. "I'd ask if you're all right, but that's a pretty stupid question, I know." Angel pressed her lips together, her brain thinking fast. Distraction, distraction, distraction. "So what's the first thing you're going to do when we get back?"

"Shower, I think." Yvette had already showered several times since getting the mutate suit off, and she would probably have several more, a deep-seated need to be clean driving her even if she wasn't sure what she needed to be clean of exactly. "Sleep in a bed I do not have to worry about destroying in my sleep. And you?"

"Same," Angel said at once. "Shower. Shower forever. Or until Lorna kicks me out because I'm pretty sure she's going to want to shower too. And call my parents. And eat. I really, really hope the kitchen is stocked. Of course, it's probably going to be a battlefield, everyone is going to want food..."

"There was a lot of energy burned, that is for sure. I hope the Professor has enough credit cards to cover all of the pizza." Yvette smiled a little at her own joke, before she sobered. "I feel I should say thank you. For coming to get us."

"You know if you say thank you everyone is just going to look at you like you're crazy," Angel pointed out with a small smile. "There was never a question about going to rescue you guys." Though in the end, Angel couldn't really say she had done much. She'd spent a lot of time unconscious and a lot of time being held hostage...no, no, no. Angel shook her head once, banishing the thoughts. Didn't matter. Everyone was rescued and safe. That was all that mattered. "Pizza sounds good. A pizza with everything on it. Even the stuff I don't like, I don't care, I'll eat it. We should totally order a pizza when we're done showering."

"The night we were taken..." Yvette frowned a little, the memory was there, less hazy than the rest, but embarrassing. "I did not think it would be possible. That we would be trapped there. That is why I feel I must thank people."

"No such thing as impossible," Angel reminded Yvette. "Especially not when you live in a mansion surrounded by some of the strongest mutants this side of the solar system." She paused for a moment before adding, in a significantly more somber voice, "I'm sorry you had to go through that." She couldn't imagine what that must have been like - didn't want to imagine.

"I should know better, yes," Yvette replied wryly. The smile slipped from her face at Angel's next words, however, and she looked away, out the window where they were skimming above the clouds. "I do not remember much," she said at last. "The details, what happened while I was... they are confused." As she spoke, her skin was hardening, sharp ridges appearing over her brows and nose, across her shaved skull, her fingers lengthening and cutting into the arms of the seat.

Angel didn't let her expression change as Yvette's skin began to change. "Don't think about it," she coaxed quietly, willing Yvette to focus on her instead of on the memories. Stupid, stupid Angel. "Think about...think about getting home. And showering. And pizza. Think about the pizza."

Yvette looked down at her hands and sighed. "Bother," she said. "I seem to have the better range of control now, but apparently some things have not changed. Stress is my trigger still, it seems." She gave Angel an encouraging nod. "And do not worry. I knew this would be difficult, which is why I am on the Blackbird. It is more difficult for me to break it if I have the control problems."

"True." Angel raised a fist, knocking it against the wall of the jet. "This thing is pretty durable, isn't it? Then again I guess with the stuff we do it kind of has to be..." She was back to babbling, back to trying to be distracting. "You know Vance and I just cleaned this thing. I really don't want to see what it looks like now, I might cry."

"Ah, but at least you can get him wet first next time you clean it?" Yvette suggested with another small smile. "Nothing says the team bonding like a water fight, yes?"

Angel giggled just a bit at that. She tried to keep the sound quiet - this wasn't exactly the time nor the place for laughter. But she couldn't quite help herself. "If you think it's such a great idea you can help us clean it, too. Hey, you know, it is summer now, technically. Weather-wise, at least. We should totally try to organize a water fight out on the grounds."