6745/Morning boring, thank goodness.

Morning boring, thank goodness.
Date of Scene:	03 March 2019
Location:	Unknown
Synopsis:	Erika wakes up the morning after being rescued, talks to Kamala and Brian, has breakfast.
Cast of Characters:	Souvenir, Ms. Marvel, Isotope

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Souvenir has posed:
Erika Kristasdottir opens her eyes and looks at the clock. Huh, it's early. And.. ouch, her wrists still feel like she stuck them in broken glass. Her hands feel a bit numb. Ugh. Better do something to get them working.

She climbs out of bed and pulls on some clothes, then looks over at the privacy curtain behind which Kamala is sleeping, after the ordeal. She smiles, then ever so quietly creeps over to the desk and picks up a padlock at random and a set of lock picks, putting the pick in and fiddling around. Slower today since her arms hurt, but it's something she can do quietly while she wakes up to clear her head.

Ms. Marvel has posed:
Kamala is still in her Ms. Marvel garb. She removed the domino mask and scarf, but she's sleeping on the cot, her arm draped off the side of it. Someone has left a set of Xavier's gym clothes outside the room for her to change in to, she just hasn't had the chance or inclination to get it yet.

Her brain hasn't woken up yet to catch up to the world, giving Erika a few more minutes of blissful alone time.

Souvenir has posed:
........ *click* The lock opens. She closes it and latches it again, then sets it in the other box with a soft metal on metal shifting sound. Next lock.

Maybe a little bit more sketchy than knitting for a hobby to keep one's hands busy, but it's doing the same thing. This one is a combination lock. Those are more annoying, but she starts with the process of pulling on the lock and listening for the slight noises and tensions in the lock. Mental note to exchange these, because she's starting to remember the combinations.

....... *click* *snap* *clunk*

Ms. Marvel has posed:
The noise of the second lock gets Kamala's attention. "Erika..?" she manages in a drowzy tone before she pushes herself up. She doesn't push back the privacy curtain, instead asking, almost timidly. "Are you decent?" comes the question from the other side of the sheet.

Souvenir has posed:
Erika Kristasdottir fiddles with a lock pick in a third lock, a fancier padlock, one of the more annoying ones. "Yeah, come on out."

She closes her eyes, getting used to the feeling in her fingers on the pick instead of the pain from all those fresh injuries on her wrist from escaping the zip ties. She was sure she would have people asking if she was a cutter for months.

Ms. Marvel has posed:
Puling back the sheet, Kamala stretches out tiredly. Her hair's a ratnest of a mess, her uniform is crumpled. She's totally not a morning person as she looks blearily at Erika. "How're you?" concern laces her voice. "Uhm. Do you have some clothes I can borrow?"

They're about the same size - and if it doesn't work, Kamala can always shape her body to fit if she needs to. "I don't think anyone wants me wandering around in this thing.." she says, tugging on her skirt.

Souvenir has posed:
Erika Kristasdottir nods and tilts her head at her closet. "Sure, grab whatever." There's a pretty good variety, though it's pretty heavily weighted to T-shirts, hoodies, flannel, and jeans. There's a couple of long plain skirts there.

She wiggles the pick in the lock a bit more, furrowing her brow in concentration. "My arms hurt, and like.. people are going to think I cut." She pauses, fiddling a bit more.

..*click*

She closes the lock with a *snap*, and puts it in the other box with a *clunk*. "And I am probably going to be getting hit with a bunch of extra lessons. Might tank my grades because of the extra studying for a bit, but who cares."

Ms. Marvel has posed:
"Then they're people that don't know the truth." Kamala responds. "I mean, the whole school thing. If your teachers also.. you know." she doesn't know /what/ to say on all of that yet. She's awestruck still. After finding some clothes, she slips back behind the sheet.

Reappearing a few moments later, she's slipped on a pair of sweatpants and a long sleeved shirt. "And if you need help studying, I'm no brain, but I can hold my own?" she asks as she reaches - a little bit of stretchy power - to squeeze Erika's hand. "Okay. Totally have to go home at some point today. I called my Ammi last night, told her I was staying with a friend."

Souvenir has posed:
Erika Kristasdottir puts the lock down and squeezes back. "I know. I really appreciated you being here though. I had some pretty nasty dreams. I mean, I don't really remember them, just that I would wake up freaked out, and then look over and yeah, I'm home, I'm not by myself, and then I could fall asleep again."

She hmmms. "Maybe I need to take, like, stage magician classes or something. I'm going to have to find out how to get out of stuff like that better anyways. Probably I'm getting grabbed and crash coursed on that stuff. I'll find out later."

Ms. Marvel has posed:
Returning her hand to her, Kamala laughs. "And I need to learn how to dodge better. I swear that net jumped out of nowhere at me." She rubs at her arm, already healed from the night before. But it's her stomach that gives a tremendous growl. "And I'm /starving/." she admits. "Do they have food here? Not that I'm sure they want me to eat - when I'm like this, I can demolish an all you can eat and not gain a pound."

Souvenir has posed:
Erika Kristasdottir nods. "They have food. I should try and find Kaydin, he eats like that too. And if they give you a hard time, I will kick their ass. You got shot at! You're a hero."

She stands up and streeeetches, creaky, hedonistically enjoying the freedom of not being tied to a damned pipe. She wiggles her fingers and wrists, rolls her neck, stretches her arms out behind her. "..Mmf."

Ms. Marvel has posed:
There's a little chuckle from Kamala. "I'm pretty used to getting teased." she gives a shrug of her shoulders. "Not cool, but I mean, at least they're picking on how much I eat and not the color of my skin or trying convince me to eat bacon, right?"

Smiling towards Erika, she considers her. "About last night. Maybe it's some.. Nordic thing, where if I rescue you I get to claim you as my girlfriend. But Wolfsbane and Gambit did a lot more than me. I mean. I like you. I just don't want you to feel claimed. You're not a piece of property. I just.. well. If we decide we like each other like that, we'll figure it out. Okay?"

"Feel better?" she asks after Erika finishes stretching out.

Souvenir has posed:
Erika Kristasdottir mms.. "Yeah. I still want to get warmed up and stretched out, but that can wait until we get you fed. Anyways, every time I try to do all the stretches, guys stare at me and get flirty, these days."

She sighs, then leans in and gives you a large kiss on the lips. "It isn't a damn Nordic thing, oh, em, gee. I choose you. Let's go get you some food, okay?"

Ms. Marvel has posed:
Kamala's cheeks light up for a moment as she considers you. "Welll, I'd totally get flirty too." If she knew how. Apparently she just /blew/ that though. "Well, I choose you too!" she calls back, and sticks out her tongue before her stomach gives another protesting rumble.

She deflates. "Yes. Blue hero needs food badly."

Souvenir has posed:
Erika Kristasdottir leads on to the dining room, since food is being prepared in the kitchen by now, and it's busy. To the kitchen staff, "Hey, I just got rescued by her, and she's like, the hero of the day, and she's got, you know, stuff... She's gonna eat like Kaydin, but halal. Thankyou.."

She gets a plate for each of us and hands a heaping plate to you, smiling at you. "I wasn't sure what to ask for, but like, I know you didn't want the sausage patties they had." She rubs at her arms a bit. Ow.

Ms. Marvel has posed:
As she follows Erika into the dining hall, the smells of the buffet hit her nose, and Kamala's makes sure to let the world around her know that she's ravenous with a very loud growl. "Do you need like.. a student ID or something? I don't usually bring cash with me when I go out as you know.."

And then Erika is heaping praise on her and making sure not only is she covered, but her dietary needs are handled. Her cheeks glow warm with heat as she glances down and demures. "Thank you." Kamala mode is a lot shier than Ms. Marvel. You might have noticed that by now.

Following you into the line, she gets a tray and a plate. And immediately starts to pile on the fresh fruit. "Oh! Strawberries. And peaches. And ooh, some cantalope." she's almost giddy, and she hasn't even hit the main foods yet as she takes plate number one and sets it on a table for the pair of them before she comes back for plate number two.

Souvenir has posed:
Erika Kristasdottir gets some eggs and vegetables and juice and wanders back, watching you load up. She nibbles a bit, since you're about to show up and devour all the food, and looks around a bit at the crowd of the day. "I'm glad you like it." She beams a bit, thankful for this moment. Because it was a lot better than yesterday morning. She shivers a bit at the thought.

Ms. Marvel has posed:
She returns with some hard boiled eggs, toast, and cheese. Settling down across from you, she lowers her head in prayer. Soft words of Urdu come from her as she offers her thanks, before lifting her head again. Noticing the change in demeanor and the shiver, Kamala offers to change the subject. "So, since we're like official or something, what is it that your parents do? My ammu works at a bank. My ammi stays at home, she has since we moved here from Pakistan. Did I tell you that I'm the first generation of my family in America?"

Souvenir has posed:
Erika Kristasdottir winces and blushes a bit, then looks around the room a bit. "Oh, no, you didn't. Wait, first generation, does that mean you moved here, or your parents moved here and then had you? Because like, I moved here when I was little." Obviously taking any opportunity to avoid the topic of 'what do your parents do', embarrassedly. Because she really isn't quite sure how to explain that.

Ms. Marvel has posed:
"Moved here and then had me." Kamala says, between bites of fruit. "And you're avoiding the question. But it's okay. I'm totally embarassed sometimes too. I mean. We're not rich. No way we can afford this.." she admits as she looks around, just a bit wistfully. "..but you were born overseas? That's neat!"

Souvenir has posed:
Erika Kristasdottir nods, "Yeah." She murmurs something in Icelandic. An advertizing jingle to be honest, but it's not as though anybody else understands it, and foreign languages are cool.

Her eyes go distant for a moment. "I haven't been back there in a long time, I don't even know anybody there now. But yeah, they said that there was more opportunity here. They knew some people. They have, um, they run a couple businesses. There's some fancy accounting that they talk about a lot. So I'm good with numbers."

Ms. Marvel has posed:
"That's neat. What did you say?" Kamala asks curiously of Erika's words as she continues to eat. When she said she was hungry? She wasn't kidding. The girl has a heck of an appetite when she heals, and she's shovling food in her mouth - but still trying to be you know. Polite.

She has a girlfriend to impress now, after all. "I have an older brother, Aamir. He's gotten more into the whole salafi aspect of Islam, so my Abbu totally thinks he's a slacker sometimes." she giggles at that as she waves a piece of toast. "My family doesn't know that I can.. you know.." she wiggles her fingers. "Do the whole morphing thing. And I'm sure that in order to be here, they have to know." With that, she glances down, concern folding into her features.

Souvenir has posed:
Erika Kristasdottir blushes. "It was an ad for shampoo. It doesn't really translate very well because it's a pun, it just, you know, sounds nice. Mom leaves the TV on streaming a lot, and a bunch of conversations pop back and forth into Islenska at home. You know how it goes." She munches some egg, hmming. She wants to talk about her family, just there's parts she just kind of.. can't.

"Salafi? And yeah, probably. I don't know, they might be able to pull some sort of story. I'm not sure how they do that. I just know about me and a couple other people, and all our parents already knew. At least I didn't, like, blow anything up or end up on Youtube or anything like that."

Ms. Marvel has posed:
"Salafi. Strict. Uh. Like. You know, ultra-religious." She blows out a breath as Kamala considers. "Like, my abbu? He's pretty strict. He's even already introduced me to a couple of boys he thinks would be good matches for me." There's an eyeroll at that. "My Ammi? She's done well in keeping him at bay so I can like, make my own decisions."

With both of her plates nearly done, she glances towards the meals to try to figure out what she wants next. "Yeah. I've only been on YouTube as Ms. Marvel. Nothing major, though. You know, local girl done good?"

Souvenir has posed:
Erika Kristasdottir nods. "Yeah. I just sort of quietly transferred." She frowns some. "I haven't done any good yet, either. Nothing anybody knows about anyways. All behind the scenes stuff."

Ms. Marvel has posed:
"You're still amazing." Kamala is going to probably use this whole relationship to try to build Erika up, her eyes bright as she reaches over to catch her hands and twines their fingers together. "And the whole point of being the group thief is never getting noticed, right?"

Souvenir has posed:
Erika Kristasdottir blushes and grins. "I guess you're right. I still have a bunch of stuff to put on my character sheet before I look like it's finished, though. Traps and walls and, um.. Stuff."

She thinks a little. "Actually, I think I pretty much just need find and remove, climb walls, and hide, but I totally need to go up an edition and pick up some social skills, and put some points in what I have." She blushes a little, hoping nobody is listening in and picking up the subtext.

Ms. Marvel has posed:
"I'm sure there are people that can help you with that. I'm more of a knight character. You know, wanting to save the beautiful damsel in distress." She's clearly teasing Erika before Kamala finally rises to head after some more food. "Do you want something to drink?" she asks when she pauses to get her glass for a refill.

Souvenir has posed:
Erika Kristasdottir blushes and smiles. "Sure! Um, more orange juice, please." She stabs another piece of pineapple with a fork. "I think I'm going to have to get some actual meat. I've been trying to keep away from it, but I'm really wanting a steak right now for some reason."

No long sleeve shirt today, just a T-shirt, jeans, gloves, and fresh bandages wrapped around both forearms. She's being careful with her elbows.

Ms. Marvel has posed:
"They have steak?" Kamala asks. "All I saw was sausage and bacon.. and you know I can't have those. But if there's steak, that'd be cool." she admits as she turns to head for the juice machines. She's got a case of bedhead she hasn't been able to defeat yet, dressed down in a pair of sweatpants and a long sleeved shirt that keeps most of her skin covered.

Souvenir has posed:
Erika Kristasdottir mms, "Sometimes. I didn't look today. They might have hamburger or something. Especially since I just mentioned the halal thing, so they might have gone and started making something. They phone it in some days on the dietary restrictions if they don't think about it, I think."

After some thought, she goes in search of red bloody stuff to eat. Grr. Blood needs blood. She avoids the pork, though. After a bit, she returns disheartened. "I think I saw them cooking some, but cooking isn't done, you know?"

Isotope has posed:
     Most teenage boys had a penchant for waking up late. This was no exception.

  The bed-head ridden teen shuffled into the dining hall, looking quite...zombie-like. The lighter abrasions on his face faded, but he still had some raspberries on his face, even his forearms had smaller bandages wrapped around them. He trudges finding the coffee, and pouring himself a cup.

Ms. Marvel has posed:
After making the two glasses of juice, Kamala is loading up another plate. Waffles. At least five. And toppings for them, layering them with strawberry purree and fresh strawberries as she starts to head back to the table. That's when Brian arrives, and Kamala looks down at the sheer amount of food on her plate, back at the boy and hustles over to Erika's table to be seated again. "I can wait on the steaks then." she blushes. "It's how I heal." she explains. As if she needs to do it again. "When I get hurt, I can mend my wounds, but it makes me really really hungry."

Souvenir has posed:
Erika Kristasdottir waves at Brian cheerily. "Hey! How are you feeling today?"

She nods at kamela, blushing and looking at the table guiltily. "What happened when I was.. you know... anyways? I just saw you get zapped, and then I just couldn't look. Plus I don't know what happenned here. I'm still kind of foggy on what happenned, too. I got complimented on how well I fought back, at least, but well. It didn't work."

Isotope has posed:
     Brian looks to Erika, still glassy-eyed. "Like I'm still asleep." He says, sipping at the coffee.

  Then to Kamala, he gives a slight smile. "Sorry about the thing in the woods. That guy was just all kinds of ooky. Didn't mean to embarrass you any."

Ms. Marvel has posed:
"The net itself wasn't so bad." Kamala admits, starting to eat her waffles. "..electricity? Electricity is very very bad to me. It's like all my nerves go haywire, all at once, and everything wants to go everywhere. If that makes sense? It hurts." she finally decides before the young man addresses her.

"It's okay. I didn't mean to like.. freak out." Okay, maybe she did. A little. Kamala gestures to Erika. "Have you met Erika yet? Erika, this is..."

And that's when she realizes she totally blanked on Brian's name.

Souvenir has posed:
Erika Kristasdottir nods, "We've met. Hey, Brian. You look less beat up than last time, that's good, what are you planning today? I'm probably slacking on my workouts today because I hurt and I don't wanna, but I'm probably getting nabbed and dragged off to get some tutoring or debriefing or something. I don't know, I've never been kidnapped before, i don't know the drill yet."

Isotope has posed:
     "It's a wonder what two days of rest can do for you." Brian comments, holding that coffee mug like a cherished object. "I'm still just waiting to see what exactly I can do so I can start to work on it."

  The aroma of waffles and breakfast smelled wonderful. "Right now, I'm just focused on brekkie."

Ms. Marvel has posed:
"If anyone tries to take you without your permission, they're going to have to come through me." Kamala says simply, her lips pulled into a thin line. "I'm glad you're feeling better, Brian." she says, her lips finally allowing for a smile. "Though I guess at some point, I'll have to go home." There's a sigh at that as she continues to work on her waffles.

Souvenir has posed:
Erika Kristasdottir says, "Yeah, but at least you can come back and visit, now. I probably couldn't hang out at your place without stirring it up a bit."

Erika Kristasdottir takes a big gulp of juice, then eats the last of the egg. "ooh yeah, crit strike, remind me to ask about that. Not that it would have helped any. What are you starting to work on, anyway?""

Isotope has posed:
     Brian comes back with a plate full of waffles and bacon. "Fantastic." He comments, sipping on the coffee and starting to dig in.

Ms. Marvel has posed:
As she's about to say more, Kamala's phone goes off. Reaching down to pull it out of her pocket, she pales. "..that would be my Ammi." she says quietly. "I better get home before I'm grounded for life. Yes, I'm interested in attending here. But it's going to take a bit to convince my family to let me. We'll see." A smile is beamed to Erika. "Call me soon, okay. And no getting kidnapped." She winks, and then gives Brian a wave. "See you later!"