atmocontrol
/ locking in cuz she’s gonna be in what if s3
atmocontrol
AESIRHEIR
It’s nice to see you in your element.
atmocontrol
/ she lives
movesmetal
good morning, ororo. would you care for some tea?
movesmetal
@atmocontrol * well, i wasn't planning on it, but charles has plans and needs someone to go along with him. i wouldn't say no to that. [ he pours her a cup of tea, handing it over to her before sipping at his own. ]
atmocontrol
@movesmetal good morning, erik. that would be lovely, thank you. i wasn’t expecting to see you up so early on a saturday.
plasmabeam
oh, storm — i actually wanted to talk to you. charles has been super busy and i had an idea.
plasmabeam
@atmocontrol * what do you think about a field trip for some of the kids? to a museum or something. i can tell some of them are getting antsy and i figured it might be a good idea. we could have a couple chaperones go.
atmocontrol
/ didn’t mean to die
atmocontrol
/ cb & specify a mood and if u want a starter or one liner <33 getting to replies as well
petcxmetery
" Ororo ... " Logan sits down on the couch next to her , he looks tired , his body is in pain , the yellow suit he wears for the missions has red stains , holes. It's damaged , like its owner. He leaves the mask on top of a small cristal table, and then he leans back against the couch , resting his back.
" I'm tired — " he whispers " — and I'm still here ... day after day ... "
** some drama is never bad
ONCECAPTAINS
/ mama
metaIbones
teaching history was a strong suit for him, if only because he had been in every major war in the world. the only downside was guarding papers and coming up with lesson plans that wasn’t made in the beginning of class. rather, the first thing that came to his mind really. a slight grumble came from his throat, coming down to the kitchens for a drink. maybe something to eat before he’d move outside for a cigar.
eyes would land on storm, a friendly smile curled across his lips. a soda was taken from the fridge rather then searching for his stash of beer in the fridge. “ ororo, “ his voice sounded, the cap of the bottle coming off. “ good to see you. you’ve been doing well? “
metaIbones
@atmocontrol ╱ his eyes drifted to the tea kettle placed on the stove. it wasn’t unknown to him or anyone her preferred drink. the mutant leaned against the countertop, ankles slightly crossed together. the soda bottle every once and a while reaching his lips for a quick drink of it. a hum to her words if only to let her know he was listening to her. his eyes drifted to the window, the view of the sun starting to set and the sky starting to change colors. oranges, pinks, and blues all mixing together to look like some kind of painting. beautiful. his attention drifted back to her, “ classes are . . . fine. “ his words were slightly mumbled, a slight breath leaving his lips. brows furrowed slightly, “ getting better with them. haven’t been much of a hard ass on the kid’s either. “ it earned a chuckle from his own throat. logan was often the more, difficult professor in the manor. “ oh yeah, thought to change it up a bit. the beer will come later, when i can’t sleep. “
atmocontrol
@metaIbones it had been a long day of teaching classes and training new recruits for ororo and by the time the sun had begun to set in the sky, she felt herself needing to unwind. taking on the extra duties of helping the professor run the school had certainly put a heavy weight on the mutant’s shoulders as the whirlwind of yet another busy week finally caught up to her. nevertheless, she carried herself with high spirits as she made her way around the kitchen, putting the tea kettle on the stove. she heard the fall of footsteps behind her and she had a guess as to who would be in the kitchen at this hour. “hello, logan.” ororo greeted in return, turning her head to acknowledge the other mutant. she returned his smile with ease, taking note of his drink of choice. “i see you’ve opted for a different drink tonight. i’m as well as i could be, how about yourself? and how are your classes?”