xp_logs | Log: Alison and Aurora

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Alison brings the resident crazy girl some loofahs. They bond! There is much happiness, glowing, run on sentences. At the end, Alison invites Rora over for mangoes. They hug!

There was no time like the present really and Alison had been meaning to drop by to at least say hello and introduce herself in person for a while now. At least she had the chance to do so while bearing gifts, which was a nice change from the usual 'hi, welcome to the fun house' kind of intro most people got. Of course, considering who she was dropping by to visit, this likely might not have had the same impact. Looking down at the wicker basket in her hands, Alison grinned - she was pretty sure this would be far more appreciated anyway. She reached the door and knocked on it in a particular rhythm, because just knocking three times was always boring and why do that when you could do song intros instead?

“According to my television knowledge and Google you are knocking “How to Get to Sesame Street” from Hensen’s Sesame Street. I would continue with the rest of the chorus but it’s the exact same rhythm two more times. Come in!” came a rapid voice from inside, after a series of impossibly fast keyboard clacking was heard.

Opening the door and peeking inside, Alison blinked at the typing speeds the woman inside was achieving. "That it is." Somehow, she wasn't too surprised the song had been recognized. "And woah. Did someone modify that keyboard for you so it wouldn't burst into flames from the speed you're working at?" She grinned and stepped inside, careful to keep the wicker basket hidden behind her back.

Aurora, for who else could it be, looked over and gave Alison a quick glance, issuing her a bright smile, and standing. “Well, I broke one and Hank told me not to do it again and then I broke another one and he told me that he’d already told me not to do it again so telling me again to not do it again would be fruitless and then I did it for a third and he finally asked how I kept breaking these keyboards of mine so he fixed it up for me. Something about rubber, I don’t know, I got bored. I’m Aurora, who are you again?” she said quickly without bothering to take a breath.

"I'm Alison." She smiled cheerfully. "The one without combat boots who likes shopping." It seemed to be the best possible reminders, really. Still, she kept the basket hidden behind her back, as though that was entirely normal. "Hank is like that when it comes to things breaking when they shouldn't. He'll probably still have a spare set aside just for you, in case it happens again."

“Hank is very nice. And not Walter,” Aurora agreed, nodding. She was carefully eyeing Alison in a suspecting way, but decided to be polite for the moment. If she knew anything, she knew what hidden gifts looked like. “Alison. Another one of the very pretty blonde women. I believe you sing.”

Being not Walter good, check. And it was so very amusing that Aurora had the look Miles would get whenever Alison did the 'hiding something behind my back' thing. Only, she wasn't seven and green. And short. "I do indeed sing. And am very pretty and blonde." She nodded matter of fact, not in the least shy about acknowledging any of the above.

“And unwilling to be modest without reason just to please others,” Aurora continued, giving Alison a delighted grin. “How beautiful. You and I will be very good friends, yes.” There was a little twitch in her hand, lightning fast, as her nerves tried to reach out to behind Alison’s back and back again with her speed, and Aurora shoved it in her pocket. “I was very sad when you left. You had one song that I would dance to in clubs. There would be bright lights and mirror balls and itty bitty bottles of liquor.”

Hrm. Yep, that had been something of a windstream effect. A pretend you don't notice game. That could be fun. And the packaging meant Aurora wouldn't know what they were until she looked anyway. Torture effect was still in the works. And there was still more for Aurora to nab if she tried again. And only so much pocket space. "I didn't do much club songs up until the end," she shrugged a bit, and didn't wince, "and then things got kinda hectic." And now a change of subject would be good. "How do you like things here?"

Gentle movements of Aurora’s fingers were the only indication that she was still trying to figure out what exactly she had obtained. “The people here are frightened of me, for the most part. They’ve been warned to tread quietly outside my door. It’d be almost comical if it were not so very boring.”

Alison blinked bemusedly for a moment, frowning in thought. "Hrm. Someone forgot to warn me. Go figure," she smiled disarmingly, shaking the basket behind her back slightly, pleased with the rustle from the other things she had put there. A girl had to have something to choose from, after all.

“Lucky me, then,” Aurora replied cheerfully. The rustling caused a tiny nose twitch, which was the only indication that she might have moved again, that and the fact that the bulge in her pocket was now slightly larger. “You can think of me as crazy as you’d like, just don’t go treading softly by my door. What’s your favourite colour?”

"Blue, any shade except baby blue," was the instant response, Alison grinning widely. "Although I can carry get away with wearing any color in creation if I have to." Well, she could. And then some. "And people either call me crazy or devil woman here anyway. I think we're all short a few fruit loops myself. What's your favorite color? And fruit?" she tacked on, just because she could.

Aurora gave Alison a strange look for a moment; she either adored or thought she was an idiot. It was hard to tell with her. “Magenta. There aren’t really any shades of magenta, then it would just be another colour,” Aurora replied, deciding not to think too hard on the fruit loops commentary and moving on. “And kiwis. Which are not magenta.”

There were shades of magenta although Alison wasn't about to argue. Sometimes it felt like she was the only one seeing color variances anyway, when it came down to that level of color definition. "Miles had kiwis a few months ago. He likes them too. We're trying mangoes soon." It had taken a bit of time to make sure Miles could eat anything without being sick, what with all the vitamin deficiencies he'd been suffering from, but they were set now.

“Mangoes are good but they take too long to prepare,” Aurora informed her knowingly. She didn’t have much patience and much preferred when people just made her dinner instead. The littering of the take-out menus probably displayed that. “And I don’t know who this Miles person is. I assume that you didn’t know that and were not being rude.”

"Miles is my son." And it was, Alison reflected, the first time she'd said this so casually. "I think he'd like you, actually. And mangoes are dead easy to fix if you're using lasers," she said solemnly, "although I never tell Lorna I do that. She'd go on about the fruit being charred only it's not really. I've been practicing on precision work."

Aurora perked instantly. “Lasers? What kind of lasers?” she asked excitedly. Shiny things made her happy. “And Lorna is very pretty. She also makes me macaroni and cheese when I’m sick. Sometimes even when I’m not! It’s nice.” There was a pause as something clicked in her brain. “I also meant to say that I’d like to meet your son but I was distracted by the shiny things.”

"Any kind of laser I want?" well, maybe not any kind, but she was working on it. She shook the basket a bit more, sending the last few items in it tumbling every so lightly. "I'm a walking lightshow, really," she added, letting a bit of a glimmer dance around her for a moment. "Yes, Lorna is pretty - you should tell her that often in fact. She needs to hear it." Alison grinned at that, not minding in the least adding more people to the 'bolster Lorna's ego' list. "And Miles gets distracted by things too, shiny or not. If you want you can come to the mango tasting. He likes to share. Artie should be there too. He's another of the kids here.

Eyes going wide, Aurora just nodded for a couple of moments, trying to figure out where to start first. “I will and I think I like Miles and I will again and Artie is a precious name. And I make light too! Would you stop torturing me now please? Sometimes. Sometimes I can’t, though. Or Paul can’t. But sometimes we can light up for miles. It’s very bright. Like a lighthouse! Have you ever seen a lighthouse?”

"I've seen lighthouses in several countries," Alison nodded in response to the last question, going through Aurora's comments calmly, having had oh so much practice with Miles. "Good, we'll let you know when the mango tasting happens. You can? Would you show me at one point?" She then brought the basket out, grinning. "Want a few more spares?" The loofah spongers were brilliantly colored, although Alison noted that Aurora had apparently nabbed the alligator shaped one already.

“Eee!” she squealed happily, touching the spongers with her fingertips. She brought out her loot from her pocket without any sort of regret and lay them beside the other. “They are wonderful! Thank you! I love them. So, I will show you now, just a little. Not too much though, I’ll ruin the paint,” she said giddily, dancing a little on her toes. A white light seemed to emerge from her very pores, creating a bright aura around her. It wasn’t warm, and soft like Alison’s was, but very similar. “See?”

"Huh, interesting," Alison nodded, staring straight into the light and at Aurora, before tilting her head to inspect the glow itself. "Only white light? Any variances or just the basic glo - gah. I'm sorry. I ask too many questions sometimes." She grinned sheepishly, clearly not bothered in the least by the glow. "I'm glad you like the loofahs. I have a secret stash, you see."

“Yes. We shall discuss my glowing later. While eating mangoes with your son! He wouldn’t mind, would he?” she asked, biting the inside of her lip. Normally she wouldn’t care whether someone minded or not but this was a little different. A little nose twitch, much like Jeannie, ended her little light show. “Well, at least you brought me loofahs before telling me that. You would have had a loofah thief on your hands.”

"Actually, Miles prefers sharing food if given the choice. The idea of not sharing it is alien to him and having to eat alone tends to make him glum. S'why Artie is there, other than the glued at the hips thing." Alison smiled reassuringly, leaning back on the doorframe. "And I wouldn't have invited you if I didn't mean it."

Aurora nodded, trying to look convinced. She hadn’t been treated well in a while, and that fact was becoming more and more apparent as the conversation went on. “And he won’t mind my going shiny? If I do? Or speeding around the room? Sometimes I do it without thinking, everything that I think is just that much faster, so going at a normal rate just seems slow.”

"He won't mind so long as you warn before - he's used to it with me but I keep things lowkey and he might need at least sunglasses if you glow like you just did around him. Warning before speeding up is good until he gets used to you." Alison paused. "People he doesn't know who move quickly around him still make him jumpy. I've only had him since last Christmas." She added the last softly, sadness showing through for a moment.

“Okay,” Aurora said quietly, sensing the sadness in Alison and only pausing half a second before shooting across the room to wrap her arms around her new friend. There was not trepidation, just a childlike acknowledgement that owies needed to be made better with signs of affection. It was only because they’d just met and she had a son and therefore possibly a significant other that Aurora didn’t kiss her.

The hug took her by surprise and not only because she had not been paying much attention or the speed of it - although, she reflected even as she returned it automatically, perhaps it shouldn't have been a surprise considering the childlike tendencies Aurora displayed. Still, it wasn't as though Alison of all people would mind a physical display of affection or support, so she held on for a moment before slowly letting go, with a small smile of thanks.

Beaming at her, Aurora leaned over to kiss Alison’s nose. She was fairly sure that her boyfriend, or girlfriend, wouldn’t mind that. “There we go. You are too lovely to get frown lines.”

Huh. "The frown lines are bad and to be avoided at all costs," Alison agreed with a touch of solemnity, utterly unaware of Aurora's thought processes about her love life, or actual lack thereof.

“You’re so agreeable. I like that,” she replied, quite pleased. “And you give me making clean things. I’m going to go take a bath now. I like baths. And have stolen some bubbles. They’re not in a net, someone managed to trap them in a bottle.”

It was easy to be agreeable with someone who informed you that frown lines were bad, Alison reflected. "Baths are good." And grinned a bit, because here was agreeing again. "You have fun. I have a training session so I ought to go and get ready, myself."

Aurora nodded for what seemed like the hundredth time. “You have that very fancy Danger Room here, don’t you? I was supposed to fly in to test in out,” she said, as if it had only been yesterday and not years ago. “Have fun! Go kick some ass for me. Or for someone else, really, I just like the idea of someone doing it for me.”

Alison had the notion that Aurora could kick ass on her own just fine, but continued the agreeableness with a grin and a nod. "Gotcha. See you later," she winked at the dark haired woman before opening the door and heading off, mentally going over the Danger Room routine she had decided to run.