Left Overs and the Missing

November 23, 2018:

Cloud, Lorna and Logan chat over leftovers about the missing Professor and what can be done.

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Fade In…

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In the kitchen left overs were being reheated and scouped out of plastic tupperware. The mircowave dinged and Lorna waved her hand to open the door, stirring around the mashed potatoes with a floating fork. In her other hand she clutched a mug full of steaming coffee. She sighed, and closed the door to continue to reheat the left overs. They were still not hot. She made a face, and went rummaging around the kitchen, making her way to the cookie jar and snagging a chocolate chip cookie while the mircrowave dinged again.

It was already dark out, with the chill of ever nearing winter looming. It smelled of ice and frost outside, a promise that it would soon be freezing the ground.

Inside though? It was warm, and the kids had already raided the kitchen for left overs an hour or two, for now it was quiet inside the kitchen. Besides one green magnkinetic that is, she wore an oversized sweater, and pair of blue jeans and large fully slippers.

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Most people, when they gather leftovers, they go some length to try and recreate the experience. A perfectly formed plate with equal amounts of sides bordering a proper serving of turkey and then accompanied by a single roll with a bit of gravy on the needed items. But Logan is not most people. Oh he at least waits til students and faculty already had a chance to get their own second go around before he digs his claws in.
His approach beings at the door, the wooden entrance swinging wide as a flat hand pushes it open and he sweeps into the place with a grunt of greeting spared for Lorna sidelong. He's two strides past and to the refrigerator, yanking the door open and he doesn't even bother with a tray. He's leaning over and there's the harsh snap crackle of the turkey's leg twisting in its socket and then being pulled free. With that held in his mouth, the Wolverine digs around some more. He snares a dinner roll and uses it as a makeshift spoon to scoop out some gravy and mashed potatoes and then sits up with the fridge door still open. Chewing.
His eyes finally meet Lorna's. He grunts again and then after he swallows… "Hey."

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As Logan wanders in, so too does Cloud, the leopardess passing softly along just barely in his wake, her tail swishing out of the way as the door swings shut behind him when released. She peels off, however, when he heads right into the refrigerator. Instead, she twines around the stool where Lorna is sitting and then curls up there, resting her head on her folded paws. For the moment, at least, she seems to have no interest in the leftovers.

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A smile flickered over Lorna's expression as she watched Logan from over the rim of her coffee mug. She continued to pick at her plate of left overs, a plate piled high with simply her favorites rather than the polite 'pick a little of everything' from the previous day. A pile of mashed potatoes and stuffing, and half a beast of turkey at least. She stabbed at it with her fork as she watched Logan.

"Hey old man. Sure you don't want that heated up? Lovely invention called the microwave." She teased, and took a sip of her coffee. A glance was spared for Cloud, and she leaned down partly, "Want a turkey leg too?"

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A hunk of the turkey leg is torn free with his sharp canines but he has enough of a breath to chuff indignantly in Lorna's direction even as he steps around and away from the fridge, carrying his moderate bounty in his hands. Though he does grab a paper towel off the roller near the sink and uses that at least to set his grub down on counter as he twists a chair around and sits against its back.
He chews for a time, swallows, and then tells her with a wry half-smirk, "Microwave makes it taste fake." At least in his opinion. But then he tears another chunk, chews, swallows. "How'd the whole dinner thing go?" He asks her as he leans forwards, one hand resting over his grub. "Tried to come by, lost tracka time."

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Cloud glances up at Lorna, smiles to show all her teeth, flicks her ears and then slowly, deliberately shakes her head side to side so that the pretty green-haired two-leg can see her do it and know the answer is no. She didn't share her boar; she feels it only fair she does not take any of the poor bipeds' food; they're such poor hunters, after all, most of them.

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A brief nod followed from Lorna at Cloud's careful head shake, and she smiled, "Tell me if you change your mind." She drawled with a shrug, straightening up in her seat once more to pick at her food, though mostly she continued to sip at her coffee. Her green eyes danced with mirth as she considered Logan but she didn't continue to give the older mutant too much of a hassle at least.

"The dinner went well enough, I mean.. the kids that are here are all on kinds of freaked out since the Professor vanished through a portal. Supposedly Jean told Rogue she was coming back, but we haven't heard from Storm or Scott yet.. so it's just us.. holding down the fort and trying to prevent panic. Like ya-do." She grimaced, "Marcos and I were supposed to be going to DC this weekend but.." She sighed and flicked a finger in the general direction around them to indicate the school at large.

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Lifting a hand and waving it to the side, Logan seems to be a touch dismissive of the situation as he murmurs. "Chances are Chuck just took off to see his lady or sommich." He offers that keen sight probably more for her sake, or Cloud's, or perhaps someone he might have a vague inkling might be eavesdropping. Whatever the case he seems not too perturbed.
But he brushes past that concern for the moment as he tears that dinner roll he scavanged in half, twisting it and then licking off some of the mashed potatoes that had been smeared on it. Another bite and he swallows the whole thing before he affixes Lorna with his gaze again. "We got enough people to cover the schedule? I could prolly handle a few here n'there durin' the week. But… yeah."
Then he tilts his head slightly towards Cloud and cocks an eyebrow. "Heck, Cloud could probably handle one or two. Yoga or somethin'>

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Cloud lifts her head again, this time peering at Logan with those softly luminescent green eyes. "Murrrr?" she offers, making an actual sound which she rarely does. There's a chuff, maybe a little shiver, as she waits for clarification.

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A grimace, "See, now.. Rogue and Gambit were talking about asking you to help to see if you could pick up a scent for where the Professor went. Everyone is pretty worried.." She exhaled a breath, "And apparently these portals have been popping up all over. So, it's not just here. It's not just a fiasco for us.. And no one knows where of if the Professor will show up again soon or months or who knows when.. from now." She grimaced, shaking her head as she reached up to drag her hand through green locks.

"I swear this place can't go a week without having some kind of crisis where everyone has to come storming back here."

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Over his shoulder, Logan responds to the query, "I was volunteerin' you to help out around here. Keep the kids busy," Such presumption, to be fair, but for some reason he seems alright with advancing poor Cloud to that cause. He does mainly keep his gaze on Lorna as he works a bit more of the meat off that turkey leg, but at this point it's only a few small strips remaining and he's picking at it idly perhaps more as something to keep himself distracted.
His blue eyes hold onto Lorna's and he tilts his head, weighing the words offered to him. He brings one rough calloused hand and rubs at the back of his neck thoughtfully, one eye scrunching up as his gaze shifts distant. "I can take a few laps, I reckon. But when I was in there last there wasn't a trail. Like he up and vanished. Mebbe he popped out somewhere on the grounds but…"
He eyes Cloud as if checking if she has any input for this, but then looks back to Lorna. "M'not holdin' my breath."

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Cloud chakes her head again, facing Logan so he can see her doing so. She has made several courses over the property and found no signs of Charles' scent. She's not happy about it, as her drooping ears can attest. Of course, Cloud can keep children busy. She's good at that. But she has always thought of herself as the student, not the master. Not the teacher. That's rather odd for her. Unsettling. Upsetting, even.

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A grim purse of Lorna's lips followed, "Yeah," She sighed, and finished off her coffee. "That's what I thought would happen. I tried to tell them that.. what's the point of a scent trail if he vanished into a portal? Just passing word along." She scraped her fork along the side of her plate, idly twirling the fork with her powers. A slight green hue tangling around the metal of the utensil.

"Guess it's down to hoping Jean can pick something up.."

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For a time Logan rubs at the bridge of his nose as he watches Lorna, his eyes narrowing touch as if he were considering what must be passing through her thoughts. What most people don't know, that to his perceptions… the world is an open book. The back and forth play of civilized folk talking with each other, making sure not to give offense, saying only half of what they mean at times, on some level it's offensive to the man. Especially when he can sense the color and hue of another person's scent and it whispers their secrets to him sometimes.
So for some reason this isn't sitting entirely well with him, but he might give some insight into his thoughts when he murmurs, "You take a lotta this stuff on yerself, Dane." The last name used, cultivated distance as normal. "You need ta share the loud or learn how ta not let it get to ya quite as much." Since, clearly, he's the expert.
But then he lifts a hand and gestures to the side, as if brushing past his own words or perhaps means something else entirely. Perhaps encompassing all of their surroundings and what's passed. "Nonea this. The portals. Illyana's craziness. The fallout from yer family." He hangs on that last one a bit, then goes on, "Ain't somethin you gotta deal with yerself entirely."
Advice delivered he gives a shrug and takes another bite of turkey before wrapping the bones up in his napkin. "Then again, the hell do I know?"

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Cloud lifts her head and presses her cheek against Lorna's thigh, a clear if wordless gesture of support and solidarity for the woman. She too finds the emotions of others, their subtle tells an open book. What she does with that insight just happens to be her own path.

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A slow shake of her head followed as Lorna got up and plucked her mostly empty plate up as she moved, a small pet to the top of Cloud's head followed, a delicate touch to return the affection the feline offered to her in return. "If I didn't care so much Logan, I'd be like my father. And we can all agree that that would be a problem." She muttered dryly, and scraped off the remains into the trash can, moving to rinse off the plate in the sink before putting it away into the dish washer.

"I'm not dealing with it by myself either, I'm just here to help. It's not like magnetism can help with strange portals that come and go at a moment's notice. I haven't even seen one to see if my senses can do anything about it." She grimaced, and shut the dish washer door with a click.

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"Yeah," Logan says with a nod and then a wry half-smirk slips onto his features, "And not much I can do. Asides stab 'em." He lifts a hand and waves that off as well as he leans forwards and takes up his paper towel to wipe at his hands, then he swings one leg over the side of the chair and pushes himself to his feet. "Speakin' of stabbin." He wads up the paper towel and tosses it into the garbage under the sink, then rinses off his head.
"M'goin down to the danger room, see if I can get my mind offa things with a good sweat or somethin'. You should come down too later." Once he's done with that prep ritual he moves towards the door, holding it open onto the hallway with one hand. It's then towards Cloud he asks, "You comin' or stayin'?" And if she shows the inclination to follow he'll hold the door open for her.

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Cloud lifts her gaze once more, watching Logan, and then turning to look over Lorna. She visibly considers this for a bit, and then uncoils from around Lorna's stool and pads over to brush herself against the green-haired woman's leg, doing one of her full-body strops from chin all the way to rump, tail coiling lazily around Lorna and then coming undone as she strolls past. Then she glances back at Logan and nods, flicking her ears as she lets him go. She'll be staying with Lorna for a while, apparently deciding that's what Lorna needs right now.

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