Terry was not the sort of woman you would expect to be a baker. The daughter of a former X-Men/Interpol agent who was raised by a criminal? Not exactly the susie homemaker type but Terry had always loved to bake. Which was why she was standing in the kitchen in the middle of the night baking cooking.
Maeve had gone to sleep on Tamsin's shoulder hours ago and was sleeping rather soundly in her crib. She slid the tray of cookies into the stove and slid up onto the counter to wait. As she waited, she hummed softly to herself.
She was glad that things were slowly inching themselves back to some resemblance of normal. Terry had been through enough to know that a lot of the kids would never fully be back to normal but school and dances and romantic drama, that was the life the kids deserved.
Sighing softly, she leaned forward and opened the refridgerator, snagging a sode. It would be a long wait but she didn't mind.
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August 2009
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The Kitchen, Making cookies, Night; Julian
Shattered, Saturday afternoon (open, if someone wants to tag on)
Brenna didn't break down when the Blackbird landed. She didn't break down making sure everyone got to the medbay. She was still riding on endorphins from kissing Ethan and adrenaline from the escape. She'd held his hand the entire flight home, sitting near the back of the plane where the extra jump seats were, and by the time they were home she was dozing on his shoulder. In the gardens, Night, attn; Tamsin
The gardens on the institute's grounds were quickly becoming Terry's favorite place. It was so quiet and peaceful, the flowers smelled so sweetly. If you stood still enough you could almost imagine that nothing terrible could happen. Terry sat on the ground in the back of the gardens, singing softly to herself as she read. The Rec Room, Night; Open
Somewhere between putting Maeve to bed, checking in on Tamsin and having tea with a bit more something else than tea Terry had found a rather small girl attached to her. Red headed and insisting that she was much too wired to sleep, Terry had been struck by how much she reminded her of herself at that age. Institute Gym; Open
To say Tamsin was furious was an understatement. Hell, saying she was unbelievably homicidal was an understatement. Her best friend, her sister, had been taken and there was nothing that Tamsin could do about it. She was effectively helpless. She didn't like being helpless. Welcome to your new life; coming to the school; night; OPEN to many
Terry sang softly to herself in gaelic as she pushed the stroller along the path up to the school. "Don't worry, baby," she said softly to her daughter as they walked. "We'll be okay here. They'll keep us safe." That was probably directed to both of them. Logically, she knew that they were most likely holding up Charle's ideals but she wasn't exactly an easy girl to have around. |