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Jean Grey	It's lunchtime, so the library is largely empty at this hour save one or two students who are busy cramming research for papers due later in the day. After a weekend spent assembling new sit-stand hologram desks and a morning spent putting the last of them in their classrooms, the headmistress is still not done with chores. These, however, are personal. She walks in to the library with an armful of books that she'd been stockpiling in her room, with her other hand occupied with the remains of a bagel she'd started eating four hours ago before being distracted. She puts them onto the cart to get checked back in and put away before shaking out her arm that'd started going numb with the awkward handling.
Ororo Munroe	Busy work. The last vestiges of the semester were almost over, and while students were cramming for exams, Ororo was late in returning the previous semester books to the library. Carts were lined over by her station, the few that she's completed were pushed aside against the wall, stacked in numerical order as they were. It was a system; sort the books first, then check them in, then check out the next set of books, ignore sorting until the end of the school year. In which, if Ororo was lucky, she wouldn't have any students that needed that extra credit through summer school. Then, she would be as leisure as she pleases. In following the rules of the library however, it remained quiet. Teachers were not above reprimand and students were still working. The custodian kept a watchful eye on the two as she herself thumbed through her own magazine with a licking of her thumb and a squeaky separation of pages. Ororo looks up, around, then scans the book with a beep, places.. and continues. Tedious.
Jean Grey	One of the library volunteers spots Jean with the bagel and squints in the direction of the woman. While they aren't about to verbally scold their boss, Jean still clearly gets the hint and crams the last mouthful of bread in chipmunk-style with a sheepish grin and dip of her head in apology. It's a long and losing battle. Jean spent her youth carting in things to eat and drink and clearly she's still incapable of reading the sign. "Hey Ro!" Jean is just turning to leave when she spots the work-ridden woman. Her whisper is just within the acceptable limits as she diverts her tracks to walk over to where Ororo is. "Well that's a stack. How many paper cuts have you given yourself so far?"
Ororo Munroe	If anyone had seen the look on her face, they would consider Ororo depressed. The look of longing of being somewhere else other than here was prevailent, along with the wish that she at least had a coffee at her side to keep her going. Perhaps one of those weird, baseball hats. Instead of beer, just a streamlined coffee straight to the mouth and down into her belly. She sighs loudly, if wishes came true. Though it did come true in a sense with her name being called, her brows lifting in excitement at the thought of conversing with another human being, Ororo drops the last book onto the shelf to finally turn, not wanting to leave her station but.. man. It's just good to see another adult! "Jean!" Ororo barks out, and catches the eye of the custodian who shakes her head in distain. "Oop." As her friend nears, 'Ro looks at her fingers front to back, her skin was riddled with white marks which definitely would be better treated with a smack of cocoa butter or baby oil. "I've my battlescars." She says. Wait until hand sanitizer touches that mess. "Lend a hand?"
Jean Grey	Jean Grey wastes no time in grabbing a chair so that she can perch next to her best friend, and there's a profound look of understanding on the woman's face as she sees Ororo's wistful expressions. "Almost done. Spring is coming, which means we're that much closer to the summer. I *miss* the sun. The summer sun, at least, but I'm so over these grey cold days." She begins collecting up some of the books to begin sorting them and opening then to make the scanning process easier before passing them over. "I'm sorely tempted to take the spring break as an excuse to go somewhere warmer for a few days, but I was also reminded by Scott that I also kind of do have a wedding to plan at some point. Which is way more daunting than I figured it'd be."
Ororo Munroe	Thankful for the help, Ororo gets back to work with renewed confidence. "Could always use the danger room if you want real sunshine. Or move us to California. Granted, wildfires and earthquakes, but nothing we cannot contain." Ro grins at this, but finally puts the book that she was holding onto the nearby shelf. "And what is he doing to assist in the planning?" She holds her hand out for another book, then smiles. "You can do both at once. Wedding planning is a sinch. It's mostly lip-service, attendance, sweet eating and phone calls. Tis not daunting. And when the day comes and nothing is in place, let it ride. That is the real test of if you will be together forever."
Jean Grey	"His assistance was reminding me, and then telling me he prefers something small but will dutifully attend whatever, and to collaborate with you." Jean outlines to her with a quiet chuckle under her breath as another book is passed over. "The hard part is balancing not making a spectacle, but making sure the people who matter are there with us. Neither of us are game for some big elaborate event. Nevermind things like vows, because given what I've experienced, the whole 'death do us part' thing may be incorrect." "I've also been busy looking at properties nearby. If we're really doing this, it's about time we get some space of our own. Still right here in the area so we're nearby in case of trouble, but, ya know... an actual home instead of a dorm with a couple dozen teenagers. Though somewhere with more pleasant year round weather is deeply tempting. I'm getting too old for snow."