4823/Midnight snack

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Midnight snack
Date of Scene: 05 July 2018
Location: Kitchen
Synopsis: Storm meets informally with Erika over late night food.
Cast of Characters: Storm, Souvenir




Storm has posed:
It is fairly late for anyone to be up and about the mansion at this time, but Ororo find herself being the exception of that rule. She puts the last of the holiday leftovers inside an industrialized fridge, closes the door, and then escapes to the other side of the kitchen area where a coffee pot is working away at dispensing a fresh brew. Ororo has a craving for it, and the aroma of said brew entices the senses as she reaches into a cabinet for a decent sized coffee mug.

She places the mug against the counter as a wild idea crosses her mind. Returning to the fridge, Ororo pulls out half a blackberry cobbler pie that was a hit during the Fourth of July festivities. "A little piece won't hurt," she tells herself, a devilish grin crossing her features. As she turns to reach into another cabinet to retrieve a knife and fork, her attention is caught in the blink of an eye, an energy signature walking in her direction. Curious, Ororo chooses a sharp knife and slowly raises it as an individual nears the kitchen area.

Souvenir has posed:
Erika Kristasdottir is hungry, and her schedule is still a bit of a mess. She slips into the kitchen and goes looking for the closet to see if she can find an apron that has been used today. Success! She grabs the apron and looks around the kitchen, waving quietly. "Hiya."

Storm has posed:
"Erika?" Ororo questions, taking a moment to look at the time on a wall nearby. "What are you doing up at this hour? It is well passed curfew, child."

The sharp knife is replaced with one that has a more dull edge. Noticing the student retrieve an apron, Ororo pulls two forks from the cabinet as well and closes it shut. It did not take telepathy to see that Erika is hungry by the looks of things.

"You shouldn't be roaming the halls this late. But, since you are here already... pie?" she offers.

Souvenir has posed:
Erika Kristasdottir drops the apron over her neck with her gloved hands, standing clear. She shudders and gasps sharply, eyes fluttering for a couple of seconds and stands still until she gets her bearings back.

"Oof. Okay. That's annoying. Sorry. Betsy is busy or something, so I can't sleep. It SUCKS. I want to get that bed problem figured out. Pie? I dunno, I feel like I need meat. Like, I beat myself up really bad."

Storm has posed:
Ororo knew that feeling all too well -- the meat craving. She places both forks on the countertop as the student declines her offer and grabs a paper plate from behind. Erika's physical reaction does not go unnoticed, the false Kenyan goddess raising an eyebrow briefly at that.

"Has Elizabeth been helping you to sleep?" she asks, familiar with reports on the girl's mutation. "Do you feel any pain?"

Souvenir has posed:
Erika Kristasdottir sighs some. "I can't sleep without her whomping my brain and cutting my links with the sheets and pillows. I feel like a little kid waiting for my bedtime story. It doesn't... Hurt? It's just intense and weird."

She goes to the refrigerator and looks inside, licking her lip thoughtfully before pulling out a thawed game hen and some fresh vegetables. She then moves on to grab cutting board, hair net, swap her gloves for disposables, and grab a sharp knife, turning on the burner and dropping a pan on the range in passing. "At least I'm figuring out this part."

Storm has posed:
As Erika explained her powers, Ororo manuevered to the coffee pot and pours herself a cup. The enticing smell and its warmth would have normally soothed her, but hearing about a student having issues with her powers places those emotions on the backburner of importance.

"Yes, well, that is all you can do until you -- we -- figure this out." Bringing the cup back to the countertop, standing across from Erika, Ororo took a sip from the mug. "You are a strong woman, Erika. You will get through this. And like always, if you need anything, I am always an earshot away."

Souvenir has posed:
Erika Kristasdottir nods, "Well, maybe if you just come up with a few ideas? I know I don't link with my socks or my panties for some reason. I'm still trying to figure out why though. It's probably something really stupid and obvious. Same with the first plastic gloves in a box. And I don't link with bare skin or grass."

She quickly chops the vegetables evenly, then breaks down and bones the bird, cutting it into pieces to stir fry up.

Storm has posed:
Ororo thinks over Erika's statements, pondering each as she takes another sip of coffee before placing the mug against the countertop. Her minds runs tactics as she pulls the pie towards her and reaches for the knife. Cutting a slice and placing it on a paper plate, a hypothesis forms in that moment.

"What exactly do you feel when you touch certain items?" Ororo asks, placing the knife to the side. "What do you experience?" She is no expert on genetics, but Ororo does has a sharp mind and developed reasoning skills.

Souvenir has posed:
Erika Kristasdottir hmms, thinking. "Well, I touch something and it's like there is all this stuff flying through my head, my muscles and my skin want to do everything all at once, I can't make any sense out of it, then it eases off and there's this *thing* sitting in my head."

Storm has posed:
Ororo couldn't make any sense of it it either. She grabs one of the forks and pauses on the word 'thing'.

"Thing?" she repeats, unsure if she heard Erika correctly, but a part of her knows she did. "Like a feeling? A thought?" Ororo needs more concrete data. Until then, she stands just as helpless as the student before her.

Souvenir has posed:
Erika Kristasdottir frowns. "No. Like, a *thing*. Like, apron. Shirt. Blanket. Laura's left sock. That hurt, by the way. I have an apron in my brain right now, and my clothes are in the back of my head."

She starts stir frying, dropping in oil and seasonings and sauces with practiced ease, then pauses to start washing up the cutting board and knife in between stirring.

Storm has posed:
The mutant gifts of the younger generation -- or in general, for that matter -- never ceases to surprise Ororo. Even after over seven years living and working in the mansion, abilities of all sorts, from all over the world, fall under one roof for a handful of individuals to help figure out.

Her thoughts consume her for a moment, before she returns to action and uses the fork to cut a piece of pie in front of her. "Mutations are confusing," Ororo says, taking a bite. Mmm. "My ability to manipulate the weather was one of my largests challenges. Now, it is my one true adoration."

"When is your next meeting with Miss Braddock or Miss Grey?"

Souvenir has posed:
Erika Kristasdottir hmms thoughtfully. "I just got here a few days ago. They haven't really.. Met with me. Miss Betsy was in the wellness center when Josh and Andrea brought me here, I guess, but since then no luck. I live here right now, so I guess they will just grab me when they have time.."

She serves up the stir fry, puts some finishing touches on it, then quickly sets the pan out to cool in preparation for washing." Other than that, I am just sort of banging around a bit. I know there's details, but I was a surprise. I talked to the Professor a little bit."

Souvenir has posed:
Erika Kristasdottir hmms. "Actually, I think they were about to meet with me, but then cyborg attack, so I probably just got put off a little for that."

Storm has posed:
"I will get with Jean personally so we can get everything figured out for you," Ororo states confidently. She takes another bite of pie, and another, and then places the fork on top of the plastic plate.

"Until then," she adds, "No more late night wandering, please."

Ororo gathers the remaining pie and places it back into the fridge. When she returns to the countertop, she takes a larger sip of coffee and gets a refill from the pot. "I'm curious to know. How did Josh and Andrea find you?"

Souvenir has posed:
Erika Kristasdottir ohs.. "I called Andrea's hotline, because I was freaking out because everything was just way too much. Then a couple of days later I called again because I hadn't slept in three nights and I just couldn't do it anymore. They showed up and I was so much of a mess they took me straight here. " She washes the pan and puts everything away, then grabs the bowl and a fork.

Storm has posed:
In that moment, upon hearing about Andrea's hotline and how it helped Erika in her moment of need, Ororo is very appreciative of the celebrity pop star. She makes a mental note to praise the student at some point this week.

"I'm glad they were able to reach you when they did," Ororo said, taking another sip from the mug. "Others are not as lucky, unfortunately."

Blue eyes wander to the stirfry and she smiles. "You are a bright shining star, if your cooking is any indication. I believe you will fit right in."

Souvenir has posed:
Erika Kristasdottir ohs and looks at the stir fry. "Yeah... Actually I don't know how to cook. Somebody else cooks really well here - I'm not sure who yet - and they wear an apron while they are cooking. They put it up in the closet on the middle hook afterwards." She takes the apron off and hangs it on the side hook inside the closet, then munches on the food.

Storm has posed:
Ororo's expression goes blank for a second. She is confused.

"I don't understand. How--" Her words cut off as she looks to the closet where the apron is placed, eyes drifting slowly back to Erika as she begins eating her meal. "Curious," she whispers to herself. And then, a thought forms.

Reaching into her pocket, Ororo retrieves a pen -- her favorite pen -- that she uses to sign several documents throughout the day. Thinking it over for a brief moment, Ororo offers the pen to Erika, and if she decides to take it, she asks, "Can you tell me my middle name, child?"

Souvenir has posed:
Erika Kristasdottir takes the pen in a gloved hand. "No? Wait, let me figure this out." She goes over to the counter and gets a piece of paper, and looks at you to see which hand you handed it over with, then peels off her glove.

She takes the pen in her hand, freezes. Her eyes flutter and she half whines, half moans through clenched teeth, hands shaking. After a couple of seconds, she blinks her eyes open, a bit dazed, wiggles her fingers, then signs your name perfectly on the page and slides it across the counter to you.

Storm has posed:
As Erika prepares, Ororo looks on with an intensity that is reminiscent of Charles Xavier years before. Silence consumes the room in those brief seconds, and when the piece of paper enters Ororo's hands, she looks up to the girl and back to the paper. And then back to her again.

"Not only did you figure out my middle name," Ororo begins, breaking the seriousness in her face with a proud smile, "You've figured out my full name and duplicated my signature perfectly. Brava, little one."

"Impressive," she adds, looking back at the paper with her signature on it.

Souvenir has posed:
Erika Kristasdottir mmms, thoughtfully. "Well, I wasn't sure if it would work.. Most people don't sign with their middle name." She scarfs the food down and cleans up afterwards.

"I mean, maybe there's times everybody signs their middle name I could work with.. " She shrugs.

Storm has posed:
Ororo continues to look at the piece of paper before she folds it and places it in her pocket, retrieving her favorite pen afterwards. While she listens to Erika speak, in her mind she formulates what to tell Jean. Ororo takes another sip from the coffee mug, deciding it would be her last cup, and looks on as the student starts cleaning her area.

"I will touch base with you later today and get you situated, as I promised," Ororo said. "Now, off to bed. Okay?"

Souvenir has posed:
Erika Kristasdottir nods, "Okay, that's where I was going. Good night, Miss Munroe." She waves and wanders back to bed.