"You think I'm powerless?"

Forecast:

2: After Ororo was gifted a camera by her students and photography became a regular hobby, she started inviting Zora on road trips, documenting their miles and adventures through photos. Some evenings when Zora comes for dinner, they'll sort through the memories together and add favorites to a scrapbook.

Chris: So what’s for dinner? Ororo, staring at the food they just burnt: Regret.

Logan: Violence isn't the answer. Ororo: You’re right. Logan: *sighs in relief* Ororo: Violence is the question. Logan: What? Ororo, bolting away: And the answer is yes. Logan, running after them: NO-

ooc: Pulled out the old Uncanny omnibus recently, and the takeaway from this read is that Pietro was Ororo's first strong connection among all the X-Men. He's the first to open up to her, enjoy her company in the downtime, and he was 1000% ready to YEET Scott into the sun when he thought she was dead. That was after he'd already stressed over her well-being and pulled out that extra ounce of strength to help her about a dozen times. Honestly, he's the best giant little bro, and when you think about how early and strong that bond was forged, it makes the moments they've clashed in the modern era extra ouchie.

OOC: Hey nuggets <3 Just saying hi! I'm alright, working on stuff here and there, and holding onto them for the moment. July is always a wonky month for me, so maybe quiet over here for a bit. Still checking in on dash and messages here when I'm able, and you can catch me on Discord. Wishing everyone a safe, comfy, and creative summer <3

"It's more likely I mess with the pressure in your ears and throw off your equilibrium." And still, while he was floundering around, she couldn't picture him silent, and the image triggered a migraine. "Ugh..." Pinching between her brows with one hand, she waved down a server with the other. "At least be useful and tell me if we are on the track of your bounty and the missing child?"

"Same as the last check-up." A quiet laugh escaping, she took some care smoothing out her dress, though there was hardly a bump to notice, and the dress was flowy on grounds no one could be too guarded about any secret. "How certain are we that everyone still thinks we only volunteer at her clinic?"