[OPEN] you're a god, you're a hero

[agoddessonce]

Who: Ororo Munroe (Storm) agoddessonce and you!
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.

[ ooc: feel free to leave a wildcard prompt too! Storm can be anywhere in the present as she's still exploring as much as she can. happy to plot something out further via PM or over plurk on almondlychee! ]

Comments

[agoddessonce]

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.

[helpdesk_hero]

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."

[portolan]

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.