ii. stargulls [ Mutants are old news to Lorna. But weird animals she's never seen before? OK, she's a little intrigued. She's been keeping an idle eye on the flocks of them here and there through the city. Judging by the commotion, they're not local wildlife.
Having finished her lunch an hour ago, Lorna is just trying to live her life and figure out what's going on. Only the porg she fed half her bagel to under the table is following her. Has been following her. For like two miles, now. Every now and then, she'll stop to try and scare it off. ]
All right, go on. Get outta here. I'm out of food.
[ Scaring it off? Not working great. She shoos, but the porg just stares up at her with its big, unblinking eyes. Lorna does a little back-and-forth pace on the sidewalk. ]
I can't look after you. I don't even know where we are.
iii. mistleglow [ Running the Mutant Underground and training people to use their powers means sometimes you get whammied. Lorna gets this, has accepted it as part of the job. So she's not put off by the glowing sprigs of mistletoe. Maybe the act of another mutant, nearby? Of course, all that wonder and hope dissipates the moment she's trapped underneath one of the little suckers.
Cornered animals get mad, and Lorna's no different. She'll round on the person nearest to her. ]
Uh-uh. [ Holding up her hand in the universal gesture for no way. She's filled with the overwhelming urge to kiss this person and she knows it's not her. Something's influencing her. ] Are they serious?
iv. snowed in [ Not a fan of the cold, Lorna was by the river when it started to snow. She just wanted to get the lay of the land, but now she's holed up alone in what looks like something straight out of a Hallmark catalogue. Without Marcos around to keep her warm, she's diligently started a fire, then promptly buried herself in the pillows and blankets set out in the lounging area.
Every now and then she gets up to check the windows and see if it's worth making a run for it. And every time the answer's the same or worse: she's stuck here for awhile. Better hunker down.
Exiting her tangled nest in front of the warm hearth for sustenance, Lorna can be found heating canned soup on the stove, wrapped in a blanket and muttering about her situation. Also, the soup's stirring itself, her hand braced above the spoon and a green glow swirling around them both. ]
v. network; @polaris [ Uncomfortable with the video function, Lorna nevertheless appears onscreen. There's a porg on her shoulder. ]
What the hell is this? [ She angles the camera and points at it, just for emphasis. ] And how do I make it leave me alone?
[ Seemingly unaware of its new friend's agitation, the porg blinks placidly into the camera, then lets out an enormous yawn, fluttering its little wings. ]
polaris | the gifted
[ Mutants are old news to Lorna. But weird animals she's never seen before? OK, she's a little intrigued. She's been keeping an idle eye on the flocks of them here and there through the city. Judging by the commotion, they're not local wildlife.
Having finished her lunch an hour ago, Lorna is just trying to live her life and figure out what's going on. Only the porg she fed half her bagel to under the table is following her. Has been following her. For like two miles, now. Every now and then, she'll stop to try and scare it off. ]
All right, go on. Get outta here. I'm out of food.
[ Scaring it off? Not working great. She shoos, but the porg just stares up at her with its big, unblinking eyes. Lorna does a little back-and-forth pace on the sidewalk. ]
I can't look after you. I don't even know where we are.
iii. mistleglow
[ Running the Mutant Underground and training people to use their powers means sometimes you get whammied. Lorna gets this, has accepted it as part of the job. So she's not put off by the glowing sprigs of mistletoe. Maybe the act of another mutant, nearby? Of course, all that wonder and hope dissipates the moment she's trapped underneath one of the little suckers.
Cornered animals get mad, and Lorna's no different. She'll round on the person nearest to her. ]
Uh-uh. [ Holding up her hand in the universal gesture for no way. She's filled with the overwhelming urge to kiss this person and she knows it's not her. Something's influencing her. ] Are they serious?
iv. snowed in
[ Not a fan of the cold, Lorna was by the river when it started to snow. She just wanted to get the lay of the land, but now she's holed up alone in what looks like something straight out of a Hallmark catalogue. Without Marcos around to keep her warm, she's diligently started a fire, then promptly buried herself in the pillows and blankets set out in the lounging area.
Every now and then she gets up to check the windows and see if it's worth making a run for it. And every time the answer's the same or worse: she's stuck here for awhile. Better hunker down.
Exiting her tangled nest in front of the warm hearth for sustenance, Lorna can be found heating canned soup on the stove, wrapped in a blanket and muttering about her situation. Also, the soup's stirring itself, her hand braced above the spoon and a green glow swirling around them both. ]
v. network; @polaris
[ Uncomfortable with the video function, Lorna nevertheless appears onscreen. There's a porg on her shoulder. ]
What the hell is this? [ She angles the camera and points at it, just for emphasis. ] And how do I make it leave me alone?
[ Seemingly unaware of its new friend's agitation, the porg blinks placidly into the camera, then lets out an enormous yawn, fluttering its little wings. ]
v. friendr
» Seeking: mutants
» Preferences: n/a
» Interests: tbd.
» Bio: humanity's great leap forward.