Scott and Ororo, Wednesday morning
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xp_logsOroro comes to confess to Scott that she's been weak-willed about something. Scott is very amused. Creative abuse of powers ahoy!
The weather today was exceptionally good.
This likely had to do with the way Ororo was smiling, though she did her best to carefully wipe away the expression (not a smirk, for Ororo never smirked, of course) and turned the corner with a net quarter turn, heading for Scott's office. If she had been the whistling type, Ororo might even have been indulging in that. She paused in front of the door, for a signigicant moment, re-arranging her expression to something a touch more penitent. And then knocked on the door lightly, sending in a low gust of wind to play in the office to announce her identity.
Scott looked up from his computer, blinking at the sudden breeze. Nicely refreshing, he reflected. "Come in, Ororo," he called, smiling as the door opened. At the sight of her expression, the smile shifted a little, to something more warily amused. "Morning," he said dryly. "Good morning?"
"Mmm," was the non-commital answer, Ororo deliberately walking into the room to stand in front of his desk. "I'm afraid I've been a very very bad girl," she declared, looking at the floor with a downcast expression. Her weight shifted slightly, in that unmistable toeing the ground way five year olds usually indulged in.
For the first time since he'd come back from an overly exciting weekend to find out about Hank, Scott found himself fighting to repress a grin. "Oh?" he said, his cool tone very much an act, and both of them knew it. "I thought you were going to stop doing that."
A heavy sign answered that, laden with guilt. Or well, something attempting to be guilt. "I was very-weak willed." Ororo shook her head sadly, eyes flicking out to the window, a small smile tugging at the corner of her mouth before she returned to looking woeful.
Scott made a tsking sound. "Funny how that happens. How weak-willed were you?" He had a good idea as to what precisely she'd done, and found it very amusing. Still. The game was the game.
"Horribly weak willed." Lacing her fingers through, she tapped her thumbs lightly. "It may last a week. At least." Nodding wisely, Ororo then smiled whimsically. "There might be snow. Perhaps sleet."
"No ice pellets?" Scott smiled blandly. "It's not complete without ice pellets, you know."
"Well," Ororo said pensively, "I'd have to think about it. I had several alternatives in mind though. And I'm always open to suggestions. I was thinking a localized tornado might be a touch too obvious though." Woe made a reappearance at that. "It would have been good self-control training though."
"Self-control training..." The smile tugged at Scott's lips despite his best effort to keep his expression neutral. "Oh my. That takes one back, doesn't it?"
A bright grin escaped Ororo, though she managed to go back to looking somewhat sheepish. Or not at all, if you saw the highly pleased gleam in her eyes. "I was a wild and crazy kid, I was! Mohawk and all."
"I always thought the mohawk was very fetching." Scott coughed to cover a laugh. "And you weren't nearly wild and crazy enough. Charles still managed to catch my much subtler... wild and craziness, when I indulged. See, a true friend would have done a better job at distracting him for me..."
Ororo sniffed haughtily. "I knew better than to take the jet out for a joyride, thank you very much." That she could just fly on her own had nothing at ALL to do with that, of course. Her lips quirked, but she kept the stern expression up anyway.
"Test flight, thank you very much." Scott leaned back in his chair, his lips twitching. "Although now I have this overwhelming desire to go have tea with Charles and comment on certain unusually localized weather..."
"Test flight. Uh huh. That's what they always say. I'll just go draft up my powers control schedule for the week," Ororo replied peacably, most certainly not about to argue with Scott if he was talking about having tea with Charles.
"Excellent." Scott paused a beat. "Does it ever strike you as vaguely alarming that we have this down to a science?"
"Not at all," she answered with great dignity. "Some things are just meant to be."
The weather today was exceptionally good.
This likely had to do with the way Ororo was smiling, though she did her best to carefully wipe away the expression (not a smirk, for Ororo never smirked, of course) and turned the corner with a net quarter turn, heading for Scott's office. If she had been the whistling type, Ororo might even have been indulging in that. She paused in front of the door, for a signigicant moment, re-arranging her expression to something a touch more penitent. And then knocked on the door lightly, sending in a low gust of wind to play in the office to announce her identity.
Scott looked up from his computer, blinking at the sudden breeze. Nicely refreshing, he reflected. "Come in, Ororo," he called, smiling as the door opened. At the sight of her expression, the smile shifted a little, to something more warily amused. "Morning," he said dryly. "Good morning?"
"Mmm," was the non-commital answer, Ororo deliberately walking into the room to stand in front of his desk. "I'm afraid I've been a very very bad girl," she declared, looking at the floor with a downcast expression. Her weight shifted slightly, in that unmistable toeing the ground way five year olds usually indulged in.
For the first time since he'd come back from an overly exciting weekend to find out about Hank, Scott found himself fighting to repress a grin. "Oh?" he said, his cool tone very much an act, and both of them knew it. "I thought you were going to stop doing that."
A heavy sign answered that, laden with guilt. Or well, something attempting to be guilt. "I was very-weak willed." Ororo shook her head sadly, eyes flicking out to the window, a small smile tugging at the corner of her mouth before she returned to looking woeful.
Scott made a tsking sound. "Funny how that happens. How weak-willed were you?" He had a good idea as to what precisely she'd done, and found it very amusing. Still. The game was the game.
"Horribly weak willed." Lacing her fingers through, she tapped her thumbs lightly. "It may last a week. At least." Nodding wisely, Ororo then smiled whimsically. "There might be snow. Perhaps sleet."
"No ice pellets?" Scott smiled blandly. "It's not complete without ice pellets, you know."
"Well," Ororo said pensively, "I'd have to think about it. I had several alternatives in mind though. And I'm always open to suggestions. I was thinking a localized tornado might be a touch too obvious though." Woe made a reappearance at that. "It would have been good self-control training though."
"Self-control training..." The smile tugged at Scott's lips despite his best effort to keep his expression neutral. "Oh my. That takes one back, doesn't it?"
A bright grin escaped Ororo, though she managed to go back to looking somewhat sheepish. Or not at all, if you saw the highly pleased gleam in her eyes. "I was a wild and crazy kid, I was! Mohawk and all."
"I always thought the mohawk was very fetching." Scott coughed to cover a laugh. "And you weren't nearly wild and crazy enough. Charles still managed to catch my much subtler... wild and craziness, when I indulged. See, a true friend would have done a better job at distracting him for me..."
Ororo sniffed haughtily. "I knew better than to take the jet out for a joyride, thank you very much." That she could just fly on her own had nothing at ALL to do with that, of course. Her lips quirked, but she kept the stern expression up anyway.
"Test flight, thank you very much." Scott leaned back in his chair, his lips twitching. "Although now I have this overwhelming desire to go have tea with Charles and comment on certain unusually localized weather..."
"Test flight. Uh huh. That's what they always say. I'll just go draft up my powers control schedule for the week," Ororo replied peacably, most certainly not about to argue with Scott if he was talking about having tea with Charles.
"Excellent." Scott paused a beat. "Does it ever strike you as vaguely alarming that we have this down to a science?"
"Not at all," she answered with great dignity. "Some things are just meant to be."
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Date: 2005-02-24 05:55 am (UTC)And I can't believe you actually incorporated that into the game. Of all the things to just leave in the comics and not make IC . . .
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Date: 2005-02-24 01:37 pm (UTC)And... hee hee hee! ;)