Amanda, Clarice - Old Friends
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xp_logsAmanda is refreshing her first aid certification and she and Clarice catch up.
"Twenty-eight, twenty-nine, thirty!" Breathing heavily, Amanda sat back on her heels, blowing the hair that had escaped her braid off her face. "So, will Resusci-annie live?" she asked, looking up at Clarice.
"This time, barely," Clarice replied, marking some things on her tablet and then setting it aside. "She's a hearty gal and best of all, into getting beaten senseless as part of everyone's training," she paused, looking at Amanda for a moment, "When did your hair get long enough to braid?"
Amanda snorted a laugh. "Since my last assessment?" she guessed. "I had to cut it a bit after the Burning Man job - Angie and Gar got most of the dreads out, but my hair really didn't like it, so after that I let it grow. And Angie likes to do these hot oil treatments and stuff, so I get to spend quality time with her." She pushed herself backwards and sat on the floor with a small bump, curling her knees up and resting her elbows on them. "How are you keeping yourself? Staying busy?"
"Oh yeah, the med lab is never truly quiet, it's just slower sometimes more than others," there was a lot that went on medically-speaking at Xavier's and since they ran with barely a skeleton staff out of necessity, it meant that they didn't get the downtime that other concierge or boutique setups might have. "I just cleaned out my bathroom and gave a ton of stuff to Angie, so you're welcome."
"Ooh, I think our bathroom is going to get a workout." Amanda looked gleeful. "Thanks a bunch, 'Rice." Then her grin turned crafty. "So, are you picking out a trenchcoat yet?"
"I own three," she pointed out with a grin, "but no. I'm willing to help out, but I'm not committing to anyone just yet," or ever, she wasn't sure. "I don't want the normal life, I am so ill-equipped for that on every level, but I'm also tired, you know?"
"After almost twenty years of hero-ing? No bloody wonder." Amanda's tone was ironic, but full of sympathy. "And I totally get it. This place, it meant well, back in our day, but it was isolating. In trying to protect us from the world, we wound up not knowing how to live in it. I learned more about normal life from my time in New Orleans after I got kicked out than I ever did here." She shrugged. "But I also learned things here I didn't out there, so I s'pose it balances."
She nodded, "Not a hero," she retorted, "just a tired, old soldier pretending to be a real person. And it's important I find that person, you know? However long it takes," Xavier's did mean well, it still did and she loved that the kids were getting out in the world more while having a safe space to fall back on. Didn't mean that Xavier's didn't have its faults. "Anyways. What super secret spy stuff should I not know about?"
Amanda laughed. "If you want me to tell tales out of school, you'll need to give me more than a passing grade on my first aid refresh. How about we take this to Harry's? First round's on you."
"I give you beauty stuff and you make me buy the beer?" Clarice feigned outrage. "Yeah, sure, you passed, of course. You'd know if you didn't. And I am not buying you top shelf anything. You're half feral and don't appreciate it," untrue, but she had to give Amanda shit just because. Opening a portal, she was ready to go.
Amanda chuckled and stepped through the portal, saying over her shoulder as she passed Clarice: "Second round's on me. And all the ones after that. Fair?"
"Always," she smiled, following.
"Twenty-eight, twenty-nine, thirty!" Breathing heavily, Amanda sat back on her heels, blowing the hair that had escaped her braid off her face. "So, will Resusci-annie live?" she asked, looking up at Clarice.
"This time, barely," Clarice replied, marking some things on her tablet and then setting it aside. "She's a hearty gal and best of all, into getting beaten senseless as part of everyone's training," she paused, looking at Amanda for a moment, "When did your hair get long enough to braid?"
Amanda snorted a laugh. "Since my last assessment?" she guessed. "I had to cut it a bit after the Burning Man job - Angie and Gar got most of the dreads out, but my hair really didn't like it, so after that I let it grow. And Angie likes to do these hot oil treatments and stuff, so I get to spend quality time with her." She pushed herself backwards and sat on the floor with a small bump, curling her knees up and resting her elbows on them. "How are you keeping yourself? Staying busy?"
"Oh yeah, the med lab is never truly quiet, it's just slower sometimes more than others," there was a lot that went on medically-speaking at Xavier's and since they ran with barely a skeleton staff out of necessity, it meant that they didn't get the downtime that other concierge or boutique setups might have. "I just cleaned out my bathroom and gave a ton of stuff to Angie, so you're welcome."
"Ooh, I think our bathroom is going to get a workout." Amanda looked gleeful. "Thanks a bunch, 'Rice." Then her grin turned crafty. "So, are you picking out a trenchcoat yet?"
"I own three," she pointed out with a grin, "but no. I'm willing to help out, but I'm not committing to anyone just yet," or ever, she wasn't sure. "I don't want the normal life, I am so ill-equipped for that on every level, but I'm also tired, you know?"
"After almost twenty years of hero-ing? No bloody wonder." Amanda's tone was ironic, but full of sympathy. "And I totally get it. This place, it meant well, back in our day, but it was isolating. In trying to protect us from the world, we wound up not knowing how to live in it. I learned more about normal life from my time in New Orleans after I got kicked out than I ever did here." She shrugged. "But I also learned things here I didn't out there, so I s'pose it balances."
She nodded, "Not a hero," she retorted, "just a tired, old soldier pretending to be a real person. And it's important I find that person, you know? However long it takes," Xavier's did mean well, it still did and she loved that the kids were getting out in the world more while having a safe space to fall back on. Didn't mean that Xavier's didn't have its faults. "Anyways. What super secret spy stuff should I not know about?"
Amanda laughed. "If you want me to tell tales out of school, you'll need to give me more than a passing grade on my first aid refresh. How about we take this to Harry's? First round's on you."
"I give you beauty stuff and you make me buy the beer?" Clarice feigned outrage. "Yeah, sure, you passed, of course. You'd know if you didn't. And I am not buying you top shelf anything. You're half feral and don't appreciate it," untrue, but she had to give Amanda shit just because. Opening a portal, she was ready to go.
Amanda chuckled and stepped through the portal, saying over her shoulder as she passed Clarice: "Second round's on me. And all the ones after that. Fair?"
"Always," she smiled, following.
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Date: 2025-10-14 03:59 am (UTC)Clarice is in a weird space where, much like Scott, Xavier's basically trained her for living at Xavier's. Hard to tell what job opportunities that would lead to other than maybe combat medic.