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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.

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"It's a pain in the ass. I was lucky and had a foster home that took in the mutants that couldn't pass for human." It still pissed her the hell off that they'd been murdered because of her

"We're an easy target for hate. Underground helps where it can, but a lot of us stay under the radar and on our own. It what I was doing when I got arrested for stealing food."

"God forbid you have something to eat." Alec rolled his eyes. He understood the kind of theft he did was shitty - he didn't really need a new plasma TV - but people stealing food was just for survival. "Plenty of that here, though. And people who don't pass off as human as even you do."

It was hard to miss the big pregnant red Tiefling at this point.

She hadn't had any issues with food. No one had told her no, but then no one had caught her taking it from the kitchen either. Clarice let her mind go over what he'd said about others. She had noticed a couple but that didn't mean they weren't part of whatever the hell was going on.

"You trust it here?" She was actually curious about his take since he seemed to come from the same kind of world.

He gave a bit of a shrug. "Trust is a big word." He looked out across the pool. "I used to think this place was some sort of training ground or experiment, but now I'm not so sure. I think whoever's in charge of this place likes to watch. But I make myself a big pain in the ass and no one other than people like you and me seem to care."

"Good for you." Clarice liked that mentality. "Still haven't ruled out that Trask is screwing with my mind but they're not this imaginative." Other mutants were however and the hound program was very real.

"Still don't stay in my room." He was the first person that she'd admitted that to. "I do fly-bys, like now."

"What the hell is Trask?" Sounded like an organization, but it could have been a person." He looked her over. "Do you actually... fly?"

Her fingers automatically went to her throat where the collar had been but there were only faint burn marks from when Xavin got it off.

"They're the assholes that would like to wipe out mutants. Trask Industries and Sentinel Services. Trask has a nice lab that they like to do experiments on mutants, combining powers and getting them hook on some drug, turning them on other mutants and tracking us down." As much as she didn't trust this place, sure that it was connected somehow, she was at least not a part of the Hound program.

"And no, I don't fly, though that could be useful. I teleport."

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Alec made a mental note that if anyone showed up from Trask Industries to punch them in the face. He had heard of Sentinels before fro Kitty. Seemed like mutants couldn't escape those things.

"Teleportation's pretty awesome. One of the few powers I think I'd actually like to have."

"It is pretty awesome when it works." Clarice made a face, "it's been spotty since I've been here, but truth was it's happened before for me." She pushed thoughts of Sonya and the fake memories she'd given Clarice out of her head. "What superpowers do you have? Besides swimming long distances without breathing."

"Nothing as impressive as you mutants." Not said in any derogatory way, but that was how Alec felt. "Enhanced speed, strength, sight, sound... they wanted the perfect soldier." He shrugged. "No teleporting or laser beams or whatever else there is."

"I have a friend, John, that would be described as that, too. Sage can tell you the exact statistics of anything." Clarice smiled a little thinking of them, "not sure which I'd rather have, my teleportation, or three for the price of one."

She actually would rather have her ability.

"From what I know, your world needs a lot more than most. Superheroes and bad guys and whatever. My world it's just shitty people being shitty."

Most of the time anyways.

Clarice shook her head, "yeah I don't have superheroes and bad guys either, I just have shitty people being shitty in my world, too. We might have powers but they're hunting us down. The superheroes that we did have ditched us to figure it out on our own. We have an underground and a shit ton of people that would like to see us dead."

The idea that the superheroes would ditch everyone seemed to really resonate with Alec. Like he knew that would happen all along.

"You have anyone in your reality called Iron Man?"

Clarice shook her head, "no at least I haven't heard of any mutant with that name. Does he walk through iron? Everything he touches goes to iron?"

"Pretty sure his power is being a gigantic douchebag." Alec shrugged. He had been wondering if Iron Man was a tool in multiple realities.

"I guess he's not around in your world."

She smirked, "well if that's his power, there are a lot of Iron Mans in my world."

"I hear that." He matched her smirk with one of his own. "Thankfully he's not here." He'd never say that in front of Peter, but he really meant it.

"So no douchebags at the Inn?" Clarice asked with a hint of humor.

"I wouldn't say that." Alec side-glanced her. "Wait until you meet some idiot who feels the need to call himself Star-Lord." And there was an eyeroll at that.

"Not a fan, huh?" Clarice didn't think anything about the name. There were too many code names with mutants, except that it was kind of cheesy. "Gonna guess by the name he has an ego problem."

"You'd guess right." Although maybe Alec was also a little biased. "You'll recognize him - his face is very punchable."

That made Clarice chuckle, 'from that I take it you tried out how punchable his face was."

"yep." Alec couldn't help the smile. "His nose is pretty breakable too." He glanced over with far more amusement than maybe he should have, but he felt 'Star-Lord' deserved it.

"Which means you landed a good punch. Nice." Clarice nodded. It also meant the other guy was quick on the defense.

"What'd he do to land him a broken nose?"

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