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Who: Ororo Munroe (Storm)

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What: catch-all for settling in before timetravel shenanigans
When: (early) September
Where: Little Love, Exelsior, others
Content Warnings: n/a

Little Love

Little Love is easy to come back to. The creatures from the previous, repetitive September 1sts are... nostalgic. Some of her earliest days with the X-Men had involved jaunts to the Savage Land, and this was very reminiscent of that.

While Ororo isn't exactly interested in bounties, she can't turn down help when it is asked. So she finds herself in the air, safe distances away from the bigger beasts and scooping them up into precisely-fashioned cyclones, spinning just fast enough to contain and disorient them. Easily done, considering how many times she'd had to do this to the same, or similar beasts before.

She looks to the nearest person assisting her with the job. "Where is the nearest holding station?"

Exelsior

Ororo is drawn to Exelsior, mostly because it seems that most of the younger mutants from her world are here. She makes her rounds, takes peeks at the homes they've made, makes sure they're eating things that aren't junkfood, and then explores the rest of the city.

Gabby and Julian had managed to create a little park for the friendlier beasts they rounded up at Little Love, so she comes to visit them on a weekend. Honestly, she can't believe they've really done this, and spends more time than she ought to just going around what they've managed to do. By the afternoon she'd flown with a perfectly docile pterodactyl and then had a sleeping sabretooth puma in her lap.

Of course, there's also the matter of the recurring power outages. While she's there, she offers what help she can - being a literal light in the darkness, kickstarting generators whenever they're needed, keeping freezers cold with sheets of ice and snow.

Then the total blackout happens, and she's flying off to the power grid to investigate. There must be something she can do. She's hard to miss - hair and body glowing with crackling lighting as she streaks across the sky.

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She tilts her head curiously at the golden glow. That is new, but something to ask after later, when they were in private. As it was, she wanted to see his home before asking after anything more.

"Of course I can keep up. Please, lead the way." She floats up into the air with a burst of wind, nodding for him to get going. If they were closer she'd ask to hitch a ride, but truthfully she didn't know David that well outside of his file.

Still, he's a familiar face from home and she's eager to get to his place. It's easy to let him lead, especially since he's more familiar with the area than she is. Even after they arrive, she still waits patiently outside his home until he can properly invite her inside.

"What systems have you got running, when you have the proper power source for them?"

When they arrive he stows the bike in the garage, and guides her into the house.

"Should have told you to land on the roof. Can't believe I didn't think of it."

Though of course the roof looked flat and boring from outside of their illusions. Not as important as going into the place that is so lavishly appointed in a cozy style. Very filled with antiques and the whole vibe that goes with them.

"I'm maintaining some of my communications and research systems. The electric kettle of course, and a cook top. Water heater."

Sounds reasonable, and about what she expects from him. She nods approvingly as they enter, taking in the interior curiously and trying to piece together the kind of life David was making for himself here. She'd been to Julian and Josh's house and it was about what she'd expect of young men their age. She was curious to see how David was doing.

"If you don't mind sharing, I'd like to hear a little of your research - or at least anything to do with these recent events, or what you know of this realm."

It's as close to asking for a mission report that she'll get. They're not in the field, but it's hard to shake off old habits. (She'll need to shake it off eventually - there was no team to command here, no councils to attend.)

All the same, the further she enters the house, the more aware she is that she's entering his space - a space he shares with someone else. "Please pardon my intrusion," she says, rather belatedly, when they get into - the sitting room? A kitchen? Wherever it is he will lead her.

He doesn't even have a lab set up yet, so they aren't drawing on too much power needs.

"I've been working with a company that specializes in assistive technology for people with disabilities. Until recently it was a prosthetic limb project with a version of Dr. Otto Octavius not of our world. We were... doing well."

And Otto was gone now, which was a strangely sore spot for him. He'd come to love the old guy. But he's pulling his AR glasses out and already turning a tiny bit of his attention to compiling a full report on the history of this world, his own role in events, and all the important things about Starfallen Meta conflicts for her to read on her own time. Because he was, if nothing else, detailed in reporting. She might have no team here, no councils, but she was still ingrained in his mind as a superior in some ways and he would give in to implied requests from her easier than most of the mutants of her generation.

She's frankly lucky she wasn't Jean-Paul. If it had been his actual boss he'd have provided coffee first and done his lengthy debrief immediately.

"It was nice, turning my abilities here to helping other people, especially after all we were doing on Krakoa and the sorts of things I learned from Forge and Sage. But now it's a bit more difficult. Come on, kitchen's this way. And it's no intrusion. I invited you."

Another curl of his fingers and there's the hovering light at his side again. He'd been pleased at the practical use. As he does so he raises his voice, calling out on the way toward the kitchen from the entry hall.

"Beloved! If you're home please make yourself decent. We've got a visitor. I'll be in the kitchen making tea. And coffee. Both is good. And if you are around, a fire in the living room wouldn't be amiss."

"You make it sound as though I spend the majority of my time parading around in various states of undress," he calls down from the loft, amused. Fortune has it is in fact dressed, having just gotten back from the shop, because another fifteen minutes and he very well may have been pantless.

He comes to lean over the railing, squinting down before he descends. Not someone he recognizes. "Tea and coffee. All the bells and whistles today. Hello, I'm Balthier, the humble chimney sweep."

He pauses to grin at David and wave to their guest before crossing to the living room to start a fire as asked, setting something pleasant but unobtrusive on the turn table while he's at it. "There are lemon bars on the counter too, love."

If nothing else, Ororo is grateful for the chance to read something so substantial and detailed from someone she actually knows. One of her hangups about this place was all the information she clearly needed to catch up on - but all the information seemed skewed, coming from the guilds themselves. David, she knew, was not only thorough, but had a level head. She may not have worked with him personally, but she hears of him through the others, and that was enough.

But more than business - it's the way he calls for his partner that draws her attention. Ororo looks up for him, offering a smile, and a hand for a shake. "Hello, Balthier, more than chimney sweep I presume? Please pardon my sudden intrusion of you lovely home."

"I am Ororo, a... resident of David's world." It's funny to realize mid-sentence how the usual ways to identify herself here won't mean much. How would she be introducing herself here? She wasn't on Krakoa, or Arakko, or a Wakanda here. And to be a mutant didn't seem to mean what it did back home.

To David, she tries to temper her wry, tired reaction. "Please, bells and whistles are not necessary. Just tea is fine." But she wouldn't say no to a lemon bar.

It will be nice to actually report in to someone, if he's honest. Like admitting there are authorities here he respects. Someone who has seen so much shit and might have answers to how to approach some of it. The very fact that she's around reduces David's anxiety and stress by a few points. Not many, but enough to be noticed by him.

"Far more than a chimney sweep," David agrees with a laugh. "He's a dashing rogue who stole my heart. And Ororo is more than a resident of my world. She's a very powerful mutant, and one of the best members of the X-Teams there ever has been."

Because he's not kidding. She's a powerful mutant, and David has explained the concept of an Omega-Level before, in defining Josh to his partner. That said, he thinks she might not feel as comfortable being given that title here, even if it was true. He also leaves out the royalty, former Headmistress of his alma mater, and so many other things.

"And in this case, Ororo, the bells and whistles is the tea and coffee. I'll get the lemon bars. I could use the sugar. But bad news. Can't figure out why the power is failing. But, upside? Ororo found me and that means I came home without burning myself out first so you don't need to give me any disapproving looks."

Balthier's outward demeanor doesn't change, but he readjusts his expectations for this guest, coming to properly hold out a hand to shake after getting the fire started.

"It's a genuine pleasure to meet someone from David's home, and someone he respects so deeply. Getting him home early? You must be important." He offers a warm smile, even if he expects the two of them to retire to talking shop; that's well and good. His work is still operating, and magical artifacts suddenly are of higher value in a town used to convenient amenities.

"Please, sit -- dining room or living room. I'll get things for you. I know what it's like to have someone to catch up with." He moves to shoo David from the kitchen. They haven't hosted anyone in awhile. It's a nice excuse to get out the good china.

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