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[GP/EP] Check-in Day
It was a musical day at the Madonna Inn, both inside and out. Curnen had taken her usual place up on the roof and was singing charms to the sky to keep any wanderers from getting lost (though that part of it was not immediately obvious). Unrelated to that, Sunny was on the dance floor in the bar, summoning songs of her own with her knife to keep her moving before she went to do her shift at the library later. It was one of those days where if she thought about it too hard she’d start thinking about that empty bed in her shitty room and the person she most wanted to be there.
This of course eventually seeped into her magic. She knew better. Maybe she’d even wanted that to happen.
Because just once, between different pop hits and dance beats came a rather unexpected French love song. She sighed and rolled her eyes, but the exasperation didn’t last. Before the lyrics started up she was waltzing. By herself and not caring how it might have looked. And for those three and a half minutes, she dared let herself hope for the slimmest chance that Orlu might come through that door.
She didn’t let herself hope too hard, though. There was admitting to feeling things and there was setting yourself up for certain disappointment. She’d lived too long with disappointment to do that to herself.
This of course eventually seeped into her magic. She knew better. Maybe she’d even wanted that to happen.
Because just once, between different pop hits and dance beats came a rather unexpected French love song. She sighed and rolled her eyes, but the exasperation didn’t last. Before the lyrics started up she was waltzing. By herself and not caring how it might have looked. And for those three and a half minutes, she dared let herself hope for the slimmest chance that Orlu might come through that door.
She didn’t let herself hope too hard, though. There was admitting to feeling things and there was setting yourself up for certain disappointment. She’d lived too long with disappointment to do that to herself.
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"That must have felt good," Peter says, smiling. "Sometimes people would ask me to do a backflip or ask if they could take a picture of me. That was fun."
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Peter knows that his life has been peachy until now. More people loved superheroes than hated them. Even when he had been responsible for the ferry breaking in half, people still cheered for him when he tried to pull it back together -- at least until Mr. Stark showed up and saved the day and they were chanting his name instead.
He was grateful that he didn't live in a world like that, but frustrated and sad that there wasn't anything he could do about it.
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"The best thing you can do is to pay attention." So many people liked to think that mutant issues were not their problem because it didn't apply to them. The pushed aside all of the 'freaks' and then assumed everyone was human. "Oppression does usually not start with big noise, but with small things like laws disguised as being 'for the greater good.' Layer by layer, things change without most people realizing. Make sure you are not bystander while others become victims."
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"When's my next art lesson? Liz's shown me some of the stuff she's been working on. I think she's doing really good."