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xp_logsJoining in the "Bring Rogue back from the dead" drive.
Lorna lay sprawled on her stomach on the carpet in the suite common room, papers spread out in front of her. She kicked her bare feet idly as she wielded a red pen against the papers. "Not bad but why is that true?" she asked out loud as her pen scribbled in the margin. Over the softly playing Tchaikovsky, Lorna heard the door open. "Hey, Ali," she called, without turning to look at her roommate.
Alison froze while entering the room, knowing she would have to talk to Lorna sooner rather than later. The strains of Swan Lake soothed her frazzled nerves somewhat and, figuring she might as well do this now, she wandered towards the couch, careful not to step on any of the papers strewn about the floor. Flopping down tiredly and sinking in with a deep sigh, she gave Lorna a bright smile. "Hallo roomie," she said, keeping the bright smile pasted on her face. "You know, I just had this brilliant idea!" The smile faded slightly as Lorna looked up. "And you're so going to kill me."
Lorna rolled over onto her side and propped up her head with one hand, "You really know just the way to strike fear into a girl's heart, you know that?" She narrowed her eyes at Alison and twirled the pen in her hand dangerously, "What have you done this time?"
Alison looked down at her hands, lacing her fingers together idly and twiddling her thumbs, looking for all the world as though she'd been caught with her hand in the cookie jar. "Well... remember how you said you were going to stab me with spoons if I ever tried to make you spar with me? Because my schedule is a bit busy already?" She stopped, giving Lorna a worried look.
Lorna rolled her eyes at the understatement of "a bit busy" and raised an eyebrow, "That does sound familiar. I think my objection to violence in general weighed in there somewhere, too. Which is why I'm sure that the next words out of your mouth will not, for the sake of your continued good health, in any way involve you, me and sparring." She sat up and tucked the pen behind her ear. "Right?" she added with just a touch of menace.
Alison twiddled her thumbs a bit more, finally looking up with a strained smile. Lordy, this whole thing better work out somehow - talk about going out on a limb here. Taking a deep breath and making sure she had a general idea of the metallic objects in the room, Alison shrugged. "Well, I'm not involved. Er... it's more like you, Marie and sparring?"
"WHAT!" Lorna yelped. The nearest pillow to Alison hurled itself in the air courtesy of the safety pin on the seam and launched itself at the blonde's head. "You want me to spar with Miss Touch Me Not? She who is too good for anyone except Brood and Broodier? Have you lost your mind?" Lorna flopped down among her papers and waved a hand at Alison, "Bad idea, Ali. Besides, Em would never agree to it. I don't even think she likes me."
"She said yes," Alison blurted out instantly, clutching the pillow she'd intercepted at the last second. "Said you should find her when you wanted to try it." That done with and the worse thing being a pillow thrown at her, Alison relaxed, sinking into the couch while letting out a tired sigh. Hugging the pillow to herself, she shrugged. "I'm not sure it'll be of any help to her, but it was the only thing I could think of to make sure she had some measure of human contact."
Over was the farthest thing from what it was. Lorna sat bolt upright again and, with a quick pull and twist of her hands, this time sent a hail of pillows down upon Alison's head followed by the spoon from next to the Mr. Coffee. "YOU ALREADY VOLUNTEERED ME!" Lorna shrieked. "How did I suddenly end up as part of your crazy outreach program? I can't believe that you would do this to me!"
With a faint "Eeep!" of dismay, Alison hid under the pillow she was already holding, hoping there'd only be the one spoon heading her way. The session with Marie had actually been her second sparring session of the day - and while it hadn't been nearly as strenueous as the session with Scott earlier, Alison was tired enough that just cowering on the couch felt like a good idea. "M'sorry," she finally ventured when the pillow rain stopped, daring a peek over her shield. Her eyes crossed as she stared at the spoon hovering in mid-air inches in front of her nose. "M'really sorry?"
"Honestly, what were you thinking?" The spoon flew back and slapped into Lorna's waiting hand. She closed a fist around it and shook it at Alison, "Where did this new save the world project come from? Since when has Em been high on your concern list?" She frowns, "and most importantly-why me?"
Alison let her head fall down in the pillow, glad that seemed to be over with. While normally she wouldn't mind the whole 'throw things at Alison while she dodges game', everything just seemed like a bit too much right now. Brought it on myself. Take it like a woman, Al, she chided herself. "She's been quiet for weeks now. Way too long. Way too quiet. And you have to admit, it's a pretty radical change from how she used to be... and--well, someone has to. Someone should. I'm sure there are but-" Alison shrugged irritably. "I'm a nosy do-gooder, is all."
Lorna knew Alison was right. Though she and Marie had hardly ever been what could be even loosely termed close, she had always respected the southern girl's attitude. To bear a mutation such as hers could have been crushing, yet though Rogue always careful she was never paranoid or avoidant. At least, until now. Lorna chewed her lower lip thoughtfully, "You think it would help? Me sparring with her?" She slanted a green-eyed glance at Alison, "I mean, it's not like we get along or anything."
After a long pause, Alison answered as honestly as possible. "I don't know. I really don't. But - it's something, and there has to be something. Or else she'll shut everything out and... that's not good. She already has actually. And you can't deal like that forever. Not even when you're a teenager," she added wryly, lips quirking slightly. "And right now, I don't think Marie needs someone who gets along with her or who wants to fix everything for her..." I showed that earlier this evening.
Lorna gave an abrupt half-laugh, "Well, I certainly fit the bill there." Lorna made a face as something occurred to her, "She's a lot better than I am, isn't she?"
A low chuckle greeted that statement, and for the first time since she'd entered the rom, the first time since she'd spoken to Marie she realised, Alison relaxed a bit. "Depends. I'd say yes without a doubt, at her best. For now, she'll probably will make you work pretty hard - even if she's not in the best frame of mind, she's steady." Aggressive but won't take it out on you. It'll be good for you too, really.
Lorna again flopped herself down among her papers then held her hands above her, wrists together, "All right, all right. Take me in, I'll serve my time." She shrugged, mostly resigned, "Hell, this can't be worse than thrice weekly beatings with Grr Argh, right?"
Laughter bubbled up, and soon Alison was curled up sideways on the sofa, making soft "grrr, arrgh" noises when the giggling allowed for it. Coherency failed her for the most part, and she settled for snagging one of the many pillows now piled about the couch and rested her head on it, chuckling softly to herself.
Lorna sighed, amused in spite of herself, "You consistently find that more amusing than it really is." She held up her hand like a shadowpuppet bunny and "grr, argh"ed it through the air. "So it's up to me to hunt down the elusive Marie and volunteer for more beatings?"
Alison nodded, still giggling. "Mmm," she closed her eyes briefly, mildly surprised at how hard opening them once more turned out to be. "Just sparring. Nothing more."
"Right." Lorna crawled over to the couch and rested her head again Alison's knee, patting it affectionately, "You know, you're not so bad for a save the world do gooder type. Even if you have crazy ideas and volunteer me for unnatural acts of heroism, I think I'll keep you anyway."
"M' a singer," was the vague protest as Alison closed her eyes again, and gave up on opening them up again instantly. "Of course I get... weird ideas." Another yawn soon followed the one that had interrupted her sentence, and not long after that her breathing smoothed out, into the regular patterns of sleep.
Lorna smiled as she smoothed an afghan over Alison's shoulder and made a mental note to find Sam to carry her roomie to bed. "I'll still gut you with a spoon if you try and add any more to your schedule though," she promised the sleeping woman quietly. "Don't you think I won't."
Lorna lay sprawled on her stomach on the carpet in the suite common room, papers spread out in front of her. She kicked her bare feet idly as she wielded a red pen against the papers. "Not bad but why is that true?" she asked out loud as her pen scribbled in the margin. Over the softly playing Tchaikovsky, Lorna heard the door open. "Hey, Ali," she called, without turning to look at her roommate.
Alison froze while entering the room, knowing she would have to talk to Lorna sooner rather than later. The strains of Swan Lake soothed her frazzled nerves somewhat and, figuring she might as well do this now, she wandered towards the couch, careful not to step on any of the papers strewn about the floor. Flopping down tiredly and sinking in with a deep sigh, she gave Lorna a bright smile. "Hallo roomie," she said, keeping the bright smile pasted on her face. "You know, I just had this brilliant idea!" The smile faded slightly as Lorna looked up. "And you're so going to kill me."
Lorna rolled over onto her side and propped up her head with one hand, "You really know just the way to strike fear into a girl's heart, you know that?" She narrowed her eyes at Alison and twirled the pen in her hand dangerously, "What have you done this time?"
Alison looked down at her hands, lacing her fingers together idly and twiddling her thumbs, looking for all the world as though she'd been caught with her hand in the cookie jar. "Well... remember how you said you were going to stab me with spoons if I ever tried to make you spar with me? Because my schedule is a bit busy already?" She stopped, giving Lorna a worried look.
Lorna rolled her eyes at the understatement of "a bit busy" and raised an eyebrow, "That does sound familiar. I think my objection to violence in general weighed in there somewhere, too. Which is why I'm sure that the next words out of your mouth will not, for the sake of your continued good health, in any way involve you, me and sparring." She sat up and tucked the pen behind her ear. "Right?" she added with just a touch of menace.
Alison twiddled her thumbs a bit more, finally looking up with a strained smile. Lordy, this whole thing better work out somehow - talk about going out on a limb here. Taking a deep breath and making sure she had a general idea of the metallic objects in the room, Alison shrugged. "Well, I'm not involved. Er... it's more like you, Marie and sparring?"
"WHAT!" Lorna yelped. The nearest pillow to Alison hurled itself in the air courtesy of the safety pin on the seam and launched itself at the blonde's head. "You want me to spar with Miss Touch Me Not? She who is too good for anyone except Brood and Broodier? Have you lost your mind?" Lorna flopped down among her papers and waved a hand at Alison, "Bad idea, Ali. Besides, Em would never agree to it. I don't even think she likes me."
"She said yes," Alison blurted out instantly, clutching the pillow she'd intercepted at the last second. "Said you should find her when you wanted to try it." That done with and the worse thing being a pillow thrown at her, Alison relaxed, sinking into the couch while letting out a tired sigh. Hugging the pillow to herself, she shrugged. "I'm not sure it'll be of any help to her, but it was the only thing I could think of to make sure she had some measure of human contact."
Over was the farthest thing from what it was. Lorna sat bolt upright again and, with a quick pull and twist of her hands, this time sent a hail of pillows down upon Alison's head followed by the spoon from next to the Mr. Coffee. "YOU ALREADY VOLUNTEERED ME!" Lorna shrieked. "How did I suddenly end up as part of your crazy outreach program? I can't believe that you would do this to me!"
With a faint "Eeep!" of dismay, Alison hid under the pillow she was already holding, hoping there'd only be the one spoon heading her way. The session with Marie had actually been her second sparring session of the day - and while it hadn't been nearly as strenueous as the session with Scott earlier, Alison was tired enough that just cowering on the couch felt like a good idea. "M'sorry," she finally ventured when the pillow rain stopped, daring a peek over her shield. Her eyes crossed as she stared at the spoon hovering in mid-air inches in front of her nose. "M'really sorry?"
"Honestly, what were you thinking?" The spoon flew back and slapped into Lorna's waiting hand. She closed a fist around it and shook it at Alison, "Where did this new save the world project come from? Since when has Em been high on your concern list?" She frowns, "and most importantly-why me?"
Alison let her head fall down in the pillow, glad that seemed to be over with. While normally she wouldn't mind the whole 'throw things at Alison while she dodges game', everything just seemed like a bit too much right now. Brought it on myself. Take it like a woman, Al, she chided herself. "She's been quiet for weeks now. Way too long. Way too quiet. And you have to admit, it's a pretty radical change from how she used to be... and--well, someone has to. Someone should. I'm sure there are but-" Alison shrugged irritably. "I'm a nosy do-gooder, is all."
Lorna knew Alison was right. Though she and Marie had hardly ever been what could be even loosely termed close, she had always respected the southern girl's attitude. To bear a mutation such as hers could have been crushing, yet though Rogue always careful she was never paranoid or avoidant. At least, until now. Lorna chewed her lower lip thoughtfully, "You think it would help? Me sparring with her?" She slanted a green-eyed glance at Alison, "I mean, it's not like we get along or anything."
After a long pause, Alison answered as honestly as possible. "I don't know. I really don't. But - it's something, and there has to be something. Or else she'll shut everything out and... that's not good. She already has actually. And you can't deal like that forever. Not even when you're a teenager," she added wryly, lips quirking slightly. "And right now, I don't think Marie needs someone who gets along with her or who wants to fix everything for her..." I showed that earlier this evening.
Lorna gave an abrupt half-laugh, "Well, I certainly fit the bill there." Lorna made a face as something occurred to her, "She's a lot better than I am, isn't she?"
A low chuckle greeted that statement, and for the first time since she'd entered the rom, the first time since she'd spoken to Marie she realised, Alison relaxed a bit. "Depends. I'd say yes without a doubt, at her best. For now, she'll probably will make you work pretty hard - even if she's not in the best frame of mind, she's steady." Aggressive but won't take it out on you. It'll be good for you too, really.
Lorna again flopped herself down among her papers then held her hands above her, wrists together, "All right, all right. Take me in, I'll serve my time." She shrugged, mostly resigned, "Hell, this can't be worse than thrice weekly beatings with Grr Argh, right?"
Laughter bubbled up, and soon Alison was curled up sideways on the sofa, making soft "grrr, arrgh" noises when the giggling allowed for it. Coherency failed her for the most part, and she settled for snagging one of the many pillows now piled about the couch and rested her head on it, chuckling softly to herself.
Lorna sighed, amused in spite of herself, "You consistently find that more amusing than it really is." She held up her hand like a shadowpuppet bunny and "grr, argh"ed it through the air. "So it's up to me to hunt down the elusive Marie and volunteer for more beatings?"
Alison nodded, still giggling. "Mmm," she closed her eyes briefly, mildly surprised at how hard opening them once more turned out to be. "Just sparring. Nothing more."
"Right." Lorna crawled over to the couch and rested her head again Alison's knee, patting it affectionately, "You know, you're not so bad for a save the world do gooder type. Even if you have crazy ideas and volunteer me for unnatural acts of heroism, I think I'll keep you anyway."
"M' a singer," was the vague protest as Alison closed her eyes again, and gave up on opening them up again instantly. "Of course I get... weird ideas." Another yawn soon followed the one that had interrupted her sentence, and not long after that her breathing smoothed out, into the regular patterns of sleep.
Lorna smiled as she smoothed an afghan over Alison's shoulder and made a mental note to find Sam to carry her roomie to bed. "I'll still gut you with a spoon if you try and add any more to your schedule though," she promised the sleeping woman quietly. "Don't you think I won't."
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