xp_logs | The Nora Project

Kevin gets a slightly confused food delivery.

Terry double checked the containers in the reusable grocery tote, making sure the glass container was still sealed and the stew in it wasn't leaking. Everything was fine, including the loaf of soda bread, so she checked the suite she stood before to make sure it was the right one, then knocked.

"A moment." The voice... wasn't what she was expecting. That became even more underscored with the door opened and an attractive redhead in an old style dressing gown opened the door. "Can I help you?" She said.

Blinking, it took Terry a moment to say, "Beg y'pardon. I'm lookin' for Kevin Sydney? Wanted t'drop off somethin' for him. Makin' the rounds o' all the folks who were on that last mission. Is he in?"

She sighed. "I'm Sydney. A bit of a powers issue right now, so I'm stuck in a female alt for a few days while I heal. Come in." She stepped back from the door.

Following the other redhead inside, Terry offered them a smile. "Sorry t'hear about t'powers trouble. Never fun, that. But if you'd like somethin' t'eat, there's stew and soda bread, at least." She tipped her head to the side a bit as she asked, "Which pronouns d'you prefer?"

"Couldn't care less. Whatever makes you comfortable. If a female name works easier for you, Nora is best." Kevin said, sitting down in his chair. The suite was remarkably spartan. Everything was very similar to how her's had been when she had first moved in. The same furniture, blankets on the bed. Only a table stacked with newspapers and a few collections of books showed that it was occupied.

"Good t'know," Terry said, putting the tote of food on the table. "I'm Terry, by the by. Glad t'meet you. Darcy's had only lovely thing t'say."

"That's surprising. I've been working on making her life miserable with the amount of responsibility I've placed on her. Was she drunk?"

"Hardly," Terry said, half-laughing. "I think she didn't have much chance for recognition or... improvement, mayhap? Previously, I mean. Whatever her other jobs were... don't think they really utilised her or made her feel valued. You do, though, you and all the shady folks. She seems genuinely happy."

"Shady? I like that." Nora said. "Take a seat. What can I do for you?"

Settling into one of the other chairs, Terry shook her head. "Nothin', really. I just thought I'd drop somethin' t'eat off. Been feedin' Amanda and Marie-Ange off and on for a few months now. Thought I'd expand the delivery system, such as it is."

"I appreciate it. When my powers are working, I can convert pretty much anything in fuel. With them not working, the six martinis don't double as well for lunch. Would you like something to drink?" She was up again, opening up a sideboard to reveal a small cache of bottles.

"D'you get a buzz from the liquor, or does the energy conversion prevent that?" Terry asked, leaning forward a bit to see what might be available.

"Absolutely. Of course, I can also make myself cold sober in a second or two and vice versa." She poured a pair of short whiskeys. A guess. "Be awful if I couldn't get drunk."

"But y'can control your body chemistry? That's amazin'!" Terry said, smiling. Powers of all sorts fascinated her. "Thank you," she continued, taking the drink when it was offered.

"I can control everything. I'd show you but..." She shrugged and took a sip. "Powers are out for a little bit."

"Well, maybe once they're back?" Terry half-asked, bringing her drink back to her lips for another sip.

"Generally, I only put on a full private show for people who are planning to do the same after. But if you want, I can show you a couple of parlour tricks out at the bar or something."

Amused, Terry replied, "I'll thank y'for that. Now, let me finish this off so y'can get t'the food. I'll no' keep y'any longer."

"Appreciate the delivery." Nora said, toasting the air with her glass.