Well, I'm glad I learned how to sew! If any of you want my help sewing up your costumes, I wouldn't mind! Besides all that, I'm gonna meet Oniisan later on today. And, oh, Daniel-san! We still have to do that duel, if ya want to. I think I got so preoccupied with my costume that I forgot. ^^; Sorry about that! Also... what happened to Jean? o.O;
...central unifying feature of the room is a large fieldstone fireplace with the windows to each side of it. French doors lead to the hallway, mated across the way by matching ones from the rec room. Jean squeals. "OH my GOD, it's DAZZLER!" There are no glittering lights in the living room of the Xavier mansion. Since the end of the 70s and 80s, there has been a rationing of polyester, too. But there...
...white. Emma fits right in, offered a seat upon a stainless steel counter by an escort and then left alone for a moment as she waits for the other two. Bahir stands outside, waiting. As a pawn escorts Jean down, he tips his head to her. "Dr. Grey," he greets simply. "Any idea how this happened?" he asks her in an undertone as he pushes open the door. Ladies first! He will follow her in. Jean is slow...
... All I can really say regarding what set me off is that there is a fine, fine line between a therapist and a concerned friend, and I no longer have a fear of crossing it. I suppose that's a plus. ...funnily enough, is anyone up for playing sounding board for the shrink? I need to vent, rather hardcore. Jean, if you're up for it, I'd appreciate you volunteering. However if you're busy I'll understand.
I wish my name wasn't Amy sometimes, damn it. I can't stop thinking about Amity tonight, and only as a first name. I must introduce it to Jean and make her like it; having theoretical nieces and nephews named Hazel, Amity, Conor, and Elliott would be fun, and then I wouldn't feel bad about it as much. Or maybe Boo. I have no idea what her name tastes are lately, truthfully. Jean's always been one of...
...and manipulate emotions of those few who have yet to flee the uncertain terror that has been building in the area. Several days' fruitless, frustrated, seething searching, only to have a note arrive? Jean Grey's appearance may be graceful and poised, hair a flash of rich auburn above warm wool and leather in shaded charcoal, but her mind hisses and crackles with banked flames. She too favours boots...
... as they approach the apartment building, that he will be there to greet them when they reach the door. Suited in lilac beneath the beige warmth of her trenchcoat, she has been chattering at Jean all the way from Gradient Genetech with the slightly breezy air of a woman who is more nervous than she feels she ought to be; her hair is twisted back in a neat French braid, her cheeks flush with...
...mall. A part of her decision includes Jubilee, and the hope that she may come across the younger girl. All the same, a new outfight may be what the doctor ordered, and she would know. Jean Grey ascends the stairs to step onto the second story of the mall, the first shop gaining her attention is Lickety Split. Not seeing her hyper active little friend, she continues on her way, hoping...
...and going into the office for a little while each day. I've only been doing half-days so that I can make sure I'm here if Ryuzaki needs anything. I still need to get him a birthday present, but thankfully I still have a week to do that. Jean, we still need to set up that date. Would you like to come over here for dinner, possibly meet Ryuzaki, or something else just the two of us? Let me know!
