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[EP] Recon Mission
Ororo had been at the inn for only a couple of weeks and while she'd gathered some information it had been limited in nature. She'd decided to expand her search and it had the added benefit of getting out of her room.
She'd heard there was a beach, that was something that she'd never seen before in real life. Ororo had seen it in pictures and on TV, but not in person. The closest beach to Cairo had been two hours away and not worth the trip on the bus. She'd needed the money that she stole for living, nothing frivolous like a beach trip.
That wasn't the case now, so she'd walked in the direction others had said to go until she smelled the salted water on the air. Ororo paused, before she caught sight of it and just felt the difference in the atmosphere, it was nice. She continued on until she reached the line between the pavement and the sand. Ororo bent down to take off her shoes before she stepped on the soft sand. To others, it probably would have burnt the bottom of their feet, but hers were so used to hot desert sand, that it didn't register. The only thing that did was the difference and she liked it. There was a small smile to her lips and she ran to the water's edge to kick the salty sea letting the water splash around her and on her.
Ororo had stayed at the beach until her stomach growled from hunger which sent her back toward the inn and food. She thought about getting the meal to sit outside by the pool, but she found that she preferred the ocean water. At least for now, so she'd found a table to enjoy her grilled fish and vegetables. It was another meal that she rarely got, even at the Professor's mansion.
She'd heard there was a beach, that was something that she'd never seen before in real life. Ororo had seen it in pictures and on TV, but not in person. The closest beach to Cairo had been two hours away and not worth the trip on the bus. She'd needed the money that she stole for living, nothing frivolous like a beach trip.
That wasn't the case now, so she'd walked in the direction others had said to go until she smelled the salted water on the air. Ororo paused, before she caught sight of it and just felt the difference in the atmosphere, it was nice. She continued on until she reached the line between the pavement and the sand. Ororo bent down to take off her shoes before she stepped on the soft sand. To others, it probably would have burnt the bottom of their feet, but hers were so used to hot desert sand, that it didn't register. The only thing that did was the difference and she liked it. There was a small smile to her lips and she ran to the water's edge to kick the salty sea letting the water splash around her and on her.
Ororo had stayed at the beach until her stomach growled from hunger which sent her back toward the inn and food. She thought about getting the meal to sit outside by the pool, but she found that she preferred the ocean water. At least for now, so she'd found a table to enjoy her grilled fish and vegetables. It was another meal that she rarely got, even at the Professor's mansion.
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Her own plate was full of her comfort foods--jollof rice, fried plantain, and some chicken from Kahni (because why let the man waste his talents?). Now that she had the proper spice rack for it, she could make anything taste just like it had come from her mother's kitchen, and that... helped.
She passed Ororo's table, stopped, turned back. "Care for some company?"
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It was also nice to see someone 'different' in looks like her. She was still getting used to her white hair.
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Except for the decor, her room was quite nice, especially compared to the abandoned building that had been home for most of her life.
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Still rather than homelessness she allowed her attention to be snatched by the name and the accent. "Egypt, but neither of those are an Arabic name," she mused, her tone lifting the observation vaguely into a question. A British surname made sense, though. Scottish, if she wasn't mistaken. The UK had rather a problem keeping its paws off Africa until not that long ago.
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She took another bite of her fish and swallowed before saying, "you learned quick to defend yourself with a non-Egyptian name." There was a flash of amusement as she added, "and they learned quick that I fight dirty."
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"Did you come here from Nigeria?" Ororo was curious about those that arrived at the inn.
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Jollof rice was mercifully easy to make. The familiarity of it was always a comfort, if slightly bittersweet in a way it had not been in London. When she'd been in London, she could call or Skype her family whenever she needed that next level point of contact. She was all on her own here. That wasn't what her life was supposed to be like.
Sunny pushed that away. "Sometimes we get portals to other realities. Last time we went to Europe. Perhaps one of these days we'll see New York."
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Ororo was pretty sure that Hurley would have mentioned that part if it had happened.
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It was a mistake.
Sitting on the sand, Tyrone thought about when he woke up after his brother's death. He had been alone. Tandy had been there, but she stole his hoodie and left. Tyrone had just the ballet slipper at the time. He still hand that ballet slipper.
He pulled it out of his backpack and turned the small, pink shoe in his hands. I wonder what Tandy would think of this place.
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When Ororo approached, his attention moved to her. He smiled back a small, polite smile, and nodded. He also got the sense there were not that many people of color at the Inn.
"Nice day, huh?" He said.
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"First time at an ocean, ever." He admitted. "But it looks a lot like the Golf of Mexico. When you look out, you can't really tell it's different except if you know it is."
Tyrone looked out at the water. Her wondered if there were animals like whales here.
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"Cairo?" He replied. "Like, in Egypt?"
His attention seemed to focus more on Ororo then.
"I've always sort of wanted to visit Egypt, but I don't think I ever will." He said. "it's expensive and my mom says it's too dangerous there right now."
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Sure Cairo was dangerous but it wasn't anymore dangerous than any other big city.
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Tyrone looked confused as he thought everyone knew why it was dangerous.
"Because... of the terrorist groups there?" He said carefully. "You know, like the Taliban and stuff. Sometimes they target tourists, so my parents don't want to take the risk."
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"They must have come to Cairo after I left." She reasoned, but she'd also learned that there were others at the inn from her future. "When I left New York, it was the 80s."
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"The 80s?" He said. Wow... I know people said there are people here from different times, but it's different when you meet someone. "It's, uh... it's 2018 where I'm from. Some stuff has changed since then, I guess..... sorry."
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