14372/Another Day At The Office

Another Day At The Office
Date of Scene:	10 May 2022
Location:	Jean's Office - Xavier's School
Synopsis:	Summary needed
Cast of Characters:	Phoenix, Storm

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Phoenix has posed:
The saying generally goes, another day, another dollar. And yes, Jean does make decent money doing this job. But that isn't why she does it. She does it for the kids. Specifically, for kids who would have literally nowhere else to go. She keeps telling herself that as she looks through the latest report on her desk. Again. For the third time, at least. She lifts her right hand and rubs her forehead. "There always has to be one," she murmurs to herself.

It's after the end of the official school day. Classes are all out and had been for over an hour. The weather outside is quite nice. Neither too hot nor too cold. Minimal breeze. The scent of someone barbequing out on the patio can be smelled, wafting in through the open window. And yet, here Jean is. Still working.

Storm has posed:
For Ororo, it's also not the money that has brought her to not only do this job but to remain doing it. She could likely do any number of other things for money, if that was her goal. She does it so that the gifted children won't have to go through things like she did in order to end up here. So that they won't be lost, so that they'll have somewhere to go. So they'll know that they aren't alone. She'd been alone, and ended up a thief because of it -- sort of.

With a tray of tea, mugs, a plate of food from the barbeque (salads and a cheeseburger), and a small plate of cookies, Ororo has come to be in the hallway outside of Jean's office door. And there, she stops, and she waits for only a moment whilst she shifts the tray that she holds. Then she lifts her right hand to very lightly knock upon the door.

Phoenix has posed:
Likewise for Jean. She doesn't want anyone to have to go through what she's gone through to get to this point in her life. Very lilttle of it had been fun. Before the knock ever lands, the door swings open. Jean knows her friend is standing outside, afterall. It wouldn't do to leave her standing there with her hands full. "Ever thinking of others, Ro," she says with a smile heard as easily as it is seen.

Storm has posed:
There's a smile that quirks at the corners of Ororo's lips when the door swings open, and she gives a light laugh. "I had a feeling that you would not let me knock or leave me beyond your door for long. You seldom do, Jeanie," she says, her blue eyes showing a sparkle to them. She steps within the office, then lightly nudges the door closed with one of her feet. Keeping the tray in hand, she carries it over to Jean's desk before setting it on an open space. "Ah, well... ever thinking of my best friend and her welfare," Ororo says, quirking a smile. "I do not wish for you to miss dinner," she adds, one of her eyebrows quirking up slightly. "What keeps you here, this evening?" she asks, a note of curiosity to her voice.

Phoenix has posed:
Jean Grey chuckles quietly and straightens the papers on her desk until they make a neat little pile. "I wouldn't miss dinner," she counters as she slips the papers into the top right drawer of her desk. "I was just finishing up reading some reports. Mostly the usual. One prankster I shall have to deal with." She looks over the offerings as she pulls a chair closer for Ororo to sit in. She doesn't get up, of course, but instead uses her powers to do so.

Storm has posed:
A glance is given towards the stack of papers upon Jean's desk, and then she tilts her head a touch to one side. "Oh? And when would you eat it, if I did not bring it for you?" Ororo suggests, her blue eyes showing a sparkle of amusement to them. She can be just as terrible about meals sometimes, forgetting them entirely sometimes when she's in the midst of meditation. "The children are ever finding ways of testing our patience and our intellect. I would not trade doing this for anything, though," she says softly, a smile turning up the corners of her lips. "Who is the troublemaker and what have they been about doing to torment someone?" she asks, curiosity in her voice. As the chair is brought near, she gratefully settles to it and then smoothly crosses her legs at the knee before resting her hands in her lap.