LOG: Sarah and Clarice
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xp_logsSarah appreciates the generosity of strangers, but sometimes a girl just needs her own toothbrush.
Sarah usually hated asking people for help. But she especially hated it here where she knew no one, and they had absolutely no reason to help her and yet did anyway. It left her with an uncomfortable feeling she didn't care for. But some things had to be done, and if she didn't get a change of her own clothes soon, she would flag down a cop car herself and take her chances with the lawyers.
Luckily, she had gotten a tip earlier in the day that there was someone in the medlab that might be able to help. She wandered down to where she was told the lab was, and hoped they hadn't been kidding about how easy it would be to identify her. Finally she came to a door with a key card scanner and knocked, but it sounded more like a clatter of bony knuckles against the door.
"It's open!" Clarice yelled, then realized, it clearly wasn't if someone was knocking. Because then that someone likely didn't have a way to get in. Well. That was weird.
Going to the door, Clarice opened a portal just around her fist. Bad guys didn't usually knock. But then, bad guys also didn't have key cards. Better to be careful. "Yeah?" she asked, opening the door, to reveal a young, and obvious, mutant. She didn't look hurt though.
Sarah steeled herself for the uncomfortableness, and smiled. "Hi! I'm Sarah and I'm hoping you're Clarice? I'm told you might be able to help me out with a ridiculous request."
Opening the door wide and stepping back, Clarice subtly closed her portal as well. "Welcome to my lair!" she chirped. She wore navy blue scrubs that were bedazzled on the shoulders with rhinestones. And white crocs. "And let me assure you. I specialize in ridiculous. I live here."
Sarah stepped into the medlab and took a quick glance around before continuing. This place had a weirdly impressive medical center for whatever it was supposed to be. It didn't fit any of the categories she tried to fit it in.
"So. Long story short, I got caught up in some Family drama and I am laying low here until things calm down. We've planned for this, so I've got a go bag waiting for me across town, but I can't exactly go get it myself, unless I want to get picked up by the cops." She sighed. "But fuck, I would kill to have a change of clothes that I didn't borrow from a stranger. And my toothbrush."
Sliding onto a stool, Clarice considered. "So.... what I'm hearing is that I can't take you shopping? That sucks. But yeah. I can do that. No one'll even notice," benefits to being a teleporter. "But I still could take you shopping. Where aren't you wanted?"
Sarah tilted her head and shrugged. "Currently everywhere? The cops are involved and I have no idea how wide that net is."
"So like, you're a wanted international fugitive? No judgement, but I want that story now," Clarice set her chin on her hand waiting. "That takes talent. Or really bad luck."
Sarah's eyes widened. "What? No! I don't think anyone knows who we are outside of New York. But since that's where my luggage is..."
Oh. Disappointing. "Oh. Well. Next time, try harder," she patted Sarah's shoulder consolingly, then pulled up a detailed map of New York on a computer. "So, where in New York?"
Sarah took a moment to study the map, orienting herself. They purposely picked a drop spot far from their neighborhood or any allies, but that meant Sarah wasn't as familiar with the area. But she knew how to find it. "Here." She pointed at the map and tapped the screen. "It will be in a gazebo in this park. Under the bench."
Peering at the map closely, Clarice nodded. "Let me go change. Then I'll be back," she looked around the medlab. "Don't touch stuff."
Teleporting herself first to change into cities and then to the park, she emerged out a new portal about 15 minutes after she left. "Here," she tossed the bag at Sarah. "You have a lot of skin care. We're going to have to have a girls night. Compare stuff."
Sarah looked puzzled. Growing up around mostly men, she wasn't sure what a girls night entailed, exactly. "Compare skincare?"
She opened the bag to check a few of the pockets. Her journal was tucked into the side of the bag, a pen clipped on the cover. She sighed, relieved they remembered. Zipping the bag, she looked back up. "And can I ask how does -that-" she waved a hand vaguely in the direction the portals had been, "how does that work?"
"Well yeah," Clarice nodded, "You know, get the girls together, discuss what's better for different skin types and needs, try stuff out, that sort of thing," skin care was very important even for purple skin.
She considered the second question for a moment. "My portals? I think about where I want to go and a portal opens to that place. I can go nearly anywhere." There were places that she avoided for practical reasons.
"That's handy. My bones just think they deserve to be on the outside. Cocky motherfuckers."
That sounded terrible. "That sounds painful."
Sarah shrugged and pulled the bag over her shoulder. "It is. And it ruins clothes, and freaks people out, and only gets worse when you're having a bad day. But--" She held up a hand, "I have great skin otherwise." She could get used to this "girls night" thing.
"Now if you'll excuse me, I need a shower and some clean clothes. Thank you for your help. I owe you."
Yeah, that sucked. "Enjoy your shower! And welcome to Xavier's."
Sarah usually hated asking people for help. But she especially hated it here where she knew no one, and they had absolutely no reason to help her and yet did anyway. It left her with an uncomfortable feeling she didn't care for. But some things had to be done, and if she didn't get a change of her own clothes soon, she would flag down a cop car herself and take her chances with the lawyers.
Luckily, she had gotten a tip earlier in the day that there was someone in the medlab that might be able to help. She wandered down to where she was told the lab was, and hoped they hadn't been kidding about how easy it would be to identify her. Finally she came to a door with a key card scanner and knocked, but it sounded more like a clatter of bony knuckles against the door.
"It's open!" Clarice yelled, then realized, it clearly wasn't if someone was knocking. Because then that someone likely didn't have a way to get in. Well. That was weird.
Going to the door, Clarice opened a portal just around her fist. Bad guys didn't usually knock. But then, bad guys also didn't have key cards. Better to be careful. "Yeah?" she asked, opening the door, to reveal a young, and obvious, mutant. She didn't look hurt though.
Sarah steeled herself for the uncomfortableness, and smiled. "Hi! I'm Sarah and I'm hoping you're Clarice? I'm told you might be able to help me out with a ridiculous request."
Opening the door wide and stepping back, Clarice subtly closed her portal as well. "Welcome to my lair!" she chirped. She wore navy blue scrubs that were bedazzled on the shoulders with rhinestones. And white crocs. "And let me assure you. I specialize in ridiculous. I live here."
Sarah stepped into the medlab and took a quick glance around before continuing. This place had a weirdly impressive medical center for whatever it was supposed to be. It didn't fit any of the categories she tried to fit it in.
"So. Long story short, I got caught up in some Family drama and I am laying low here until things calm down. We've planned for this, so I've got a go bag waiting for me across town, but I can't exactly go get it myself, unless I want to get picked up by the cops." She sighed. "But fuck, I would kill to have a change of clothes that I didn't borrow from a stranger. And my toothbrush."
Sliding onto a stool, Clarice considered. "So.... what I'm hearing is that I can't take you shopping? That sucks. But yeah. I can do that. No one'll even notice," benefits to being a teleporter. "But I still could take you shopping. Where aren't you wanted?"
Sarah tilted her head and shrugged. "Currently everywhere? The cops are involved and I have no idea how wide that net is."
"So like, you're a wanted international fugitive? No judgement, but I want that story now," Clarice set her chin on her hand waiting. "That takes talent. Or really bad luck."
Sarah's eyes widened. "What? No! I don't think anyone knows who we are outside of New York. But since that's where my luggage is..."
Oh. Disappointing. "Oh. Well. Next time, try harder," she patted Sarah's shoulder consolingly, then pulled up a detailed map of New York on a computer. "So, where in New York?"
Sarah took a moment to study the map, orienting herself. They purposely picked a drop spot far from their neighborhood or any allies, but that meant Sarah wasn't as familiar with the area. But she knew how to find it. "Here." She pointed at the map and tapped the screen. "It will be in a gazebo in this park. Under the bench."
Peering at the map closely, Clarice nodded. "Let me go change. Then I'll be back," she looked around the medlab. "Don't touch stuff."
Teleporting herself first to change into cities and then to the park, she emerged out a new portal about 15 minutes after she left. "Here," she tossed the bag at Sarah. "You have a lot of skin care. We're going to have to have a girls night. Compare stuff."
Sarah looked puzzled. Growing up around mostly men, she wasn't sure what a girls night entailed, exactly. "Compare skincare?"
She opened the bag to check a few of the pockets. Her journal was tucked into the side of the bag, a pen clipped on the cover. She sighed, relieved they remembered. Zipping the bag, she looked back up. "And can I ask how does -that-" she waved a hand vaguely in the direction the portals had been, "how does that work?"
"Well yeah," Clarice nodded, "You know, get the girls together, discuss what's better for different skin types and needs, try stuff out, that sort of thing," skin care was very important even for purple skin.
She considered the second question for a moment. "My portals? I think about where I want to go and a portal opens to that place. I can go nearly anywhere." There were places that she avoided for practical reasons.
"That's handy. My bones just think they deserve to be on the outside. Cocky motherfuckers."
That sounded terrible. "That sounds painful."
Sarah shrugged and pulled the bag over her shoulder. "It is. And it ruins clothes, and freaks people out, and only gets worse when you're having a bad day. But--" She held up a hand, "I have great skin otherwise." She could get used to this "girls night" thing.
"Now if you'll excuse me, I need a shower and some clean clothes. Thank you for your help. I owe you."
Yeah, that sucked. "Enjoy your shower! And welcome to Xavier's."
