1127/Log

Log
Date of Scene:	24 June 2017
Location:	Unknown
Synopsis:	Summary needed
Cast of Characters:	Storm, Black Panther

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Storm has posed:
One thing about Xavier's, with so many children and teachers living there, they tend to generate an excess of certain things, like clothes that are grown out of and extra food.

Every so often, Ororo likes to donate what the children want to pass on to the homeless shelter here in 'Mutant Town', as it is so referred to. Today is a good day to do it, with the sun high in the sky and the air so warm. Summerlike but not 'can't breathe' kind of heat.

Ororo's car is parked outside the shelter, the woman - currently in another one of her sundresses - standing behind it as she works on getting ahold of the few bags of clothing that were donated.

Black Panther has posed:
    T'Challa has been finding reason after reason to stay in New York. Of course, it really comes down to one primary thing holding him here, despite his council's urging that he return. Despite his sister's distaste for America, and constant prodding to leave. And right now, she's standing there in a dress that, on her, could draw the very breath from a man's lungs.

    Of course, Ororo had mentioned to him that she had planned to donate clothing to the shelters today. Of course, that meant that he was going to make an appearance there, as well. So, down the street, a procession of black sedans comes rolling along slowly, surrounding a large white box truck with some moving company's logo displayed prominently on the sides. The truck pulls to a stop, and the passenger door opens, discharging the Wakandan hero onto the street in a "casual" suit of slate grey with pinstripes and a simple white shirt. No tie. That's what makes it casual, right?

    "Ororo. Funny to run into you here, of all places," T'Challa says with a lopsided grin, his voice laced with lighthearted sarcasm. His dark, molten chocolate eyes glisten with mirth. Striding across the distance between them, he reaches out and grabs hold of some bags to help her. "Allow me."

Storm has posed:
The tie makes a difference!

Seeing the procession arriving, there is amusement in her expression, but seeing T'Challa himself brings an instant warm smile. She bows her head respectfully as he approaches, "It is always pleasant to have your company, T'Challa."

Straightening, she sidesteps a little to let him have room to grab the remainder of the bags. Its a collection of supermarket plastic bags that have been tied on the top, filled with folded and clean clothes that have been cast off by the varying teenage population of the school. "Thank you."

She steps up onto the sidewalk, casting a glance to the truck in curiousity, but she doesn't ask. Yet. "Shall we?"

Volunteering for things like this- helping the 'strays' as it were, is something important to her heart and she does it as much as she can. It is... exactly what she was. Orphaned, alone and on her own as far back as she can remember.

Black Panther has posed:
    T'Challa takes the remainder of the bags in hand and closes the trunk of Ororo's car. The young king steps onto the sidewalk, casting a bright smile in the direction of the Weather Goddess. He gives a slight bow to her, and responds, "We shall."

    He whistles sharply, and the procession of cars, halted in the street, come to life. Doors open to allow a swarm of his guards and servants to come spilling out onto the street. The back of the truck is slid open with a creaky groan, and a few men step out, and begin unloading large boxes and entire clothing racks, while others still pull more from the trunks of cars.

    "I thought I might get into the spirit of giving, as well," he says, as he approaches the door and pulls it open to allow Storm to proceed before him. "I hope this is acceptable?"

Storm has posed:
When the procession comes alive and bringing out all of the goods, Ororo can't help but murmur an exclaimation under her breath that is out of surprise, but in her native language from Kenya. "Y-yes.. quite. I wonder what you will have in store when I bring food later this week." She comments in a bit of amusement, looking over to T'Challa.

"I told you I was coming here, but not wholly why. I know that we have several youngsters that stay at the mansion to learn and gain control, grow... Here, there are several homeless- children and adults. They wish not to be with us, but for various reasons struggle to have clothes for their families, or themselves, or even have proper attire for job interviews when they can have them. Food, of course, also a necessity." But T'Challa knows her history- would know why it is important to her.

"Come." She has the urge to kiss him on the cheek, at least, but refrains. She knows his public image and doesn't want to display such affections unless he deems it appropriate. Being a Royal is.. a different kind of etiquette in every way in public. Tabloids can turn a smile into a horrible story.

Heading inside the shelter, she sets the bags in her right hand on the counter in favor of shaking the hand of the manager of the place. Politely stepping aside, she gives a gesture and bow of her head as she introduces T'Challa in all proper mannerisms. The Manager isn't used to having such high celebrities, he awkwardly bows, stammering how honored he is.

Black Panther has posed:
    "Then I am blessed to be able to help these people on this day," T'Challa responds to Storm's explanation of the circumstances of the people here. Of course he knows why Ororo would be doing this. And he knows why he's doing it, as well. The Black Panther is a man with a truly passionate heart. All too often, people see this solely reflected in his rage and his desire for vengeance against those who have done harm to him, his loved ones, or his nation. But that fervor is also shared by his desire to help and uplift those who have fallen. And, also, to provide happiness to those he holds dear.

    Stepping inside, T'Challa stands by quietly as Ororo greets the manager. He just folds his hands, still clutching the shopping bags, in front of him, as if he were no more than the person accompanying O on her errand.

    After the introduction, T'Challa steps forward and clasps the manager by his shoulders, straightening him from his awkward bow and patting him reassuringly, before just offering a hand to shake. "I appreciate the gesture, but we are in America, and I am not your king. Today, I am just a man who has come to donate some things he no longer needs to those who do. Nothing more. Please. There is no need to stand on ceremony."

    About that time, the people start rolling in with the donations.

Storm has posed:
Some of the volunteers from the shelter come out at the Manager's call to help facilitate the donations into the storage room where they can sort it all out afterwards by size, etc, to let the occupants more easily find what they might need. The whole process takes probably half an hour and Ororo helps with moving the items as best she can before she simply steps out of the way, straying to greet some of the younger children here she's become fond of- with a few warm words and a hug or two.

Once it is all said and done, the Manager heartily thanks them both, offering more handshakes and Ororo promises to be by again in a few days to visit.

Outside, she runs a hand through her long white hand lightly, smiling over at him. "Thank you, for that."

Black Panther has posed:
    T'Challa is content to remain mostly silent as the work is done. He simply sits down in one of the plastic chairs along a wall, watching over the proceedings as his people help the shelter folks get everything moved in and squared away. Of course, his eyes do not stray far from Ororo as she interacts with the children. While he does not do this himself, watching her do so does keep a smile plastered onto his face for nearly the duration of their stay.

    After all is said and done, and they return back outside, T'Challa gives a shrug, smiling with downcast eyes. It almost looks humble, which seems so out of place on the usually so proud face that he was blessed with. "It is the least I can do. As King of Wakanda, I have more wealth than I can ever possibly manage to make a dent in. Buying some clothes and shoes for those in need seems like a good cause to go on a shopping spree. And it gave me an excuse to see you."

Storm has posed:
"You never need an excuse to spend time with me. You can do so whenever you wish." Ororo laughs softly, sliding her sunglasses from her hair to hold in a hand, but not quite putting them on yet. "Do you need to rush back to the Embassy?"

Though she knows she's been more than pleased that he has stayed in America for so long as it is, but there is that tug that grows each day in the back of her mind of when he may have to leave. She dreads it, feeling like she might lose him again, but alas... such comes with loving a King.

Black Panther has posed:
    "If only that were true, Ororo. There are many things that I can do whenever I wish, but only the things I want am I denied," T'Challa says with a bittersweet sense of humor ringing in his voice. He even gently bumps her shoulder with his own, looking at her out of the corner of his eyes with his face downcast. "But, luckily, for now I am free to do as I please."

    He lifts his face, looking out across the streets surrounding them in this part of town. So vastly different than the glistening steel and glass skyscrapers surrounding the Embassy, where he normally finds himself. His smile diminishes, but only slightly. Instead, he looks to her and asks, "What would you have us do with this free time we have been granted?"

Storm has posed:
There is a little smile at the shoulder bump, a little stress draining from her frame. Public eye is usually something she avoids, but she knows being a little more publicly known is a side effect of being who she is with. Dating, even if subtly for now.

"Why don't we go somewhere quieter? While helping here when I can is pleasant- lingering for too long can become... dangerous." 'Mutant Town' is over-packed and has a tendency towards violence and crime at times. Best not to hang around for too long. "If your contigent would allow; you could ride with me and I can return you to the Embassy before curfew." The corner of her lips quirk in amusement at that.