Characters: Storm, OTA Setting: Xavier Institute's Garden Content: Nothing too drastic, I don't think. Anything is possible, however, snd the possible tends to happen (thank you Murphy's Law). Summary: Storm's in the garden, tending to her plants and loving every minute of it.
It had been a long day for Ororo. She had spent all day lecturing kids for running in the hallways and causing damage with their powers, and it was getting to her. She had perfect control over her emotions, but this was just trying her patience like nothing else. It's as if the kids never learned their lesson. If Ororo were Wolverine, she'd probably sent them to some sort of intense training. Instead, she gave them detentions and long-winded lectures about how it was dangerous for them to play with their powers as recklessly as they were.Storm loved the kids, however, and never made them feel too horrible unless they absolutely deserved it.
Glad to see the end of the day, Storm decided that she needed to do something calming, and felt the call of her garden. It had been neglected for the past week or two due to pressing matters, so she knew that the plants needed some love. She didn't trust anyone to take care of her garden, however. Ororo knew her plants like the back of her hand, and knew that no one else could take care of her plants like she could. She knew which plants needed to be watered, and which plants needed some extra trimming, and which plants just needed some talking. Storm was a firm believer in the idea that plants loved to be talked to, that they grew a little extra when they felt like they were loved. It didn't matter what anyone said to dispute it, Storm always sang to and told stories to her plants.
Upon arriving at her garden, Storm saw that while her plants had grown since she had last been there, they looked a little sad, as if they missed their gardener. She frowned, and immediately set to work with watering. She formed rain-clouds over the plants that desperately needed watering, while simultaneously trimming dead sections off of other plants. Storm was good at multi-tasking, and moved the rain effortlessly to other plants as needed. She continued to move from plant to plant, removing dead sections here, zapping harmful bugs there, putting some home-made fertilizer treatment on this plant and that plant. Ororo was a one-woman gardening machine. Unfortunately, she finally came across a small gardenia plant that was almost dead. It was this plant that she talked to the most while trimming away it's dead sections until there was only a few inches of the main shaft left. The rest of the plant had had a major bug problem, which had obviously come in from the broken glass window that looked suspiciously baseball-shaped. She'd have to have another talk with the kids, this time about being responsible enough to come forward when they did something wrong. Storm had returned her attention to the gardenia plant and hadn't noticed that she wasn't alone anymore.