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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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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?"

"Don't know if you met some of the kids here, but there's one named Peter. He thinks he's indestructible and the idiot hyped him up on some big bad back home like it's no bid deal." And Alec thought that was dangerous and an idiot move.

"I've met Mack. He was doing a sand sculpture at the beach, but I've seen the others." Clarice said, then thought about the Strucker kids and the others in the Underground.

"They're kids, they think it's a fun adventure until it isn't. Unfortunately, no matter what Star Lord said, Peter won't see the horrors of it until it's too late."

She could still see the look on Lauren's face, the shock and her brain shutting down after Sonya was shot in front of her to get her and her brother to do something.

"They don't get the consequences of a fight until they happen."

He nodded. "Yeah, idiots." He had never been a teenager, not really, so he didn't really understand why there were some things teenagers didn't seem to get. He had been trained at a very young age to see all the tactical nuances of a situation.

"Be thankful you don't have to room with one." Although, maybe, if Clarice listened hard enough she'd hear some fondness.

"Oh I do back home. Not in my room." Thank goodness. "But in the abandoned building we call home. There's quite a few. How'd you get stuck with a roommate?" She thought everyone had their own room. Thank God, they hadn't assigned her to anyone.

He shrugged and did a palms up. "I think I pissed someone off." Which he didn't look surprised about, really. "One day I'm by myself and the next the creepy-ass guy at the desk is handing me my new key and my old one doesn't work. And, get this, all my crap was moved to the new room too." This place sometimes really bothered him on so many levels.

"That's just wrong." Clarice made a face, not sure she liked that level of interference. Hell, she didn't even like that they had a room for her. Moving her would really piss her off.

Then she smirked, "I would have picked the lock and gone back inside just to piss them off." By them, she meant whoever was behind this.

"I did. None of my stuff would stay. Then the water stopped working in the bathroom." Basically it was a really big hint this was going to be the thing that happened, no matter what. "Plus the kid looked so excited..." And he couldn't say no after that.

"And how does he feel now?" Clarice chuckled, understanding the fickle mid of a teenager. "Has the new shiny worn off yet?"

"You'd have to ask him." Especially since Quill arrived. Alec was pretty sure Peter would prefer to room with Star-Lord than him, though he didn't voice it. "But I've been told before I'm a pain in the ass." He smirked.

"Yeah? Funny, me, too." Clarice's smirk mirrored his. "Well bitchy gets added to it sometimes, but that's usually by people I'm trying to irritate." The pain in the ass are for ones she doesn't make an effort.

"Bitchy just means you're probably doing something right." Max got called that from time-to-time too. It was definitely solely a label for women - Alec was mostly called an 'asshole'.

"You ever do any training?"

"Training like fighting?" Clarice asked and shook her head. "Nope, my super power when it works, is pretty much running away. Usually my skill is open a portal and walk through it or let others walk through to get behind or above whatever they're fighting."

He thought about that. "Sounds pretty useful. The perfect infiltrator." Or open a portal and shoot at something from the comfort of somewhere else. "I guess you could re-direct something running at you too, huh?" Alec couldn't help but to think tactically - he was basically programmed that way.

"Probably a good thing I don't have your power." He smirked a little. "Otherwise I'd probably open a portal for d-bags and close it when they're halfway through."

"You wouldn't want to close it halfway, they'd literally be split in half." Clarice shook her head, but then added with smirk. "You can portal them in front of a moving truck though." Sure the end result might be the same, but they'd at least have a chance with the moving truck - depending on their reflexes.

Alec didn't see why splitting in half was a bad thing if the point was to kill them, but he let her had her addendum. "Sounds like the words of experience." Alec winked. He liked Clarice a lot. It made him feel like he was at home, or at least the good parts of being at home.

"Which room is yours?"

Clarice made a face, "it's a Buffalo room." Complete with a head of a buffalo. If her powers had worked, that would be the first thing she teleported out of the room.

"Room 205. Which room is yours and the kid's?"

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