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| Sunday Shopping; Alix | |
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| Topic Started: Feb 4 2013, 02:12 AM (213 Views) | |
| Mercy | Feb 4 2013, 02:12 AM Post #1 |
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Date: January 29th, 2013 Time: 9:52 AM Location: Mutant Town shopping district Shopping for birthday presents had never been Maggie's favourite activity. When someone's birthday came around, she usually either hosted the party, baked the cake, or sponsored an evening of shenanigans, thus ensuring that her ass was covered when the time came to unwrap presents. Unfortunately, her sister's birthday was on the horizon, and she was back home in Halifax. Maggie had considered just sending her a card with a puppy on the front and some money tucked inside, but in the end hadn't been able to justify that amount of laziness. She had needed to pick up a few things anyway, so after stopping for a cup of coffee and a dozen eggs, she had followed the crowd to the nearest shopping district. Maggie had always been somewhat intimidated by Brooklyn as a whole -it was a giant, screaming monster of concrete and electric light that made her feel trapped and restless- but she had always felt oddly secure walking around Mutant Town, even of most of the people there were skittish as cats. The stores she walked by were small and inviting, though many of them looked to have seen better days. She wasn't really sure what she was looking for. A toy store? Was Meadow too old for toys? Maggie tried to think what sort of things she had liked back when she was twelve. The only thing that popped to mind was how she and her friends had collected the Spice Girls stickers that came wrapped with sticks of hard, pink bubblegum that none of them had really liked chewing. She peered into an electronics store, eyeing the rack of CDs displayed on the back wall. "Pre-teen girls like Justin Beiber, right?" She asked nobody in particular, taking a sip from her steaming cup. She mused over this briefly before continuing down the street. Everyone downloaded music now anyway. She'd be better off buying her an iTunes gift card. Better yet, an instrument. Meadow spent enough time plugged into electronic devices. A small book store caught her eye for no particular reason, save that the door was propped open by the most hideous looking stuffed cat. Maggie couldn't help but kneel down to take a closer look at it, wondering if the thing was a leftover Halloween decoration or just a very unflattering piece of taxidermy. All at once, the cat meowed like a rake being dragged across a chalkboard. Maggie flinched, dropping her cup and splattering both herself and the creature in hot coffee. It had yowled and vanished inside before she could get out her first curse word. "God fucking damn it...." She hissed under her breath, rising to feet at swatting ineffectually at her wet shins. "Shoulda' guessed you were half gargoyle." Probably sits there all day still as a stone, waiting for someone to try and go inside and then mauls their legs, she thought. Well, she supposed it was probably funny from the cat's perspective, and she wasn't about to deny something that ugly what few pleasures it could get out of life. |
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| Alix | Feb 18 2013, 06:06 AM Post #2 |
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There were-- despite the world's best efforts to make things otherwise-- someday where things were just normal. Where she'd go to the corner store, pick up lunch for the residents of the Brownstone, and bring it back for the rest of them to enjoy. It was about all she was permitted to do given the circumstances following the unknown sort of brain surgery-- or more-- that Spiral had done. Doctor Nemesis' orders and given his reputation and what she'd met of him on Skrullos, Alix absolutely wasn't about to go against his word or his requests on fear that he'd weaponize some kind of sleeping sickness and force her into complying with his doctorly orders. So, the day had been no different. She'd walked down the corner, talked to the neighbor, sat around at the rec center and met with some of the homeless there, and was now en-route to the local eateries to pick up to go for whoever would be around the Brownstone. ::You alright?:: Things had gotten easy, really, and while she now had a voice it was still a force of habit to speak with her mind. In Mutant Town-- as a whole-- it was fairly expected. It'd been months since she'd had someone react to the fact that her lips didn't move when she spoke and so she'd fallen into ease about it all; especially now that the town was in such a haze of stress after the New Years Eve tragedy. Little things didn't seem to matter. She didn't recognize the woman who cursed, but that wasn't unexpected. There'd been a time where Alix had known everyone in Mutant Town and had made sure to meet as many of them as possible. But the months had brought an influx of new people and try as she might, there was always those few who were new yet she'd not particularly met; of course, introductions could come if the conversation continued. |
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| Mercy | Feb 24 2013, 03:58 PM Post #3 |
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::You alright?:: When she straightened up, Maggie wasn't sure which direction to turn. The voice seemed to have come from nowhere in particular, despite it having been so clear that it's owner might as well have been speaking to her through a headset. It was a strange sensation for someone who had never been spoken to telepathically before, and she was just starting to think she imagined it when a woman caught her eye. She was pretty -a lot of pretty women seemed to be walking into her life lately- and looking at her expectantly. "Ahhh...yeah, fine thanks." She answered, confusion bleeding into her voice. There was something very off-putting about an impassive stare coming from someone with eyes like the moon floating on black water, but Maggie couldn't help but be intrigued. "I um...just...there was a cat..." She was desperately scraping for any kind of polite small talk, but in the end, she was unable to keep herself from blurting out "Did you just talk into my head?" The question wasn't accusatory, just desperately curious, and was immediately followed by the hope that she didn't come across as mad for blaming an auditory hallucination on a complete stranger. |
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| Alix | Mar 5 2013, 02:11 AM Post #4 |
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::I did, I'm sorry-- I guess I'm a bit used to people being used to this.:: She nodded carefully. Really, she should've been speaking aloud and getting used to it. But in all? She was still uneasy about the whole thing. There were still lots of people who didn't know that she didn't have a voice and, perhaps, she was just a little afraid of what everyone would think or say or do when they found out the truth of things. So she stuck it to her telepathic voice for now, and left revelations for later. But pointedly she didn't say this was the only way she could talk. Instead, she let it fall out of hte conversation and smiled pleasantly at Mercy. ::Don't worry, none will think you're crazy. I've been here.. a very long time and most have come to expect it.:: She smiled pleasantly. It was an understatement, of course-- Alix, like others in X-Factor and other groups were well known in Mutant Town due to their heroics. Some, perhaps, were not fans. Others? Others knew how much they sacrificed to ensure their safety. ::I'm Alix-- I'm from Xfactor Investigations. Are you-- ah-- new here?:: she questioned with adamant pleasantness and while she could sense the slight discomfort at her mannerisms and gaze, she didn't yield. A younger her, a more nervous her.. would've averted their gaze at such things but now? She held confidence in stride despite things that should've pushed her elsewhere. |
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