Who: Jean Grey; OTA When: Tuesday night Where: The infirmary, Kitchen What: Jean flips through her files, doing research
Jean dropped the stack of thick manila folders on her desk before reaching with her mind to retrieve the others in the cabinet. They floated easily in the air before landing next to the others with a light thud. It was a typical night for the redhead consisting of research, research, and well...for a change of pace, more research. Pushing her glasses up on the bridge of her nose, Dr. Grey shifted through the first one, pulling out papers and flipping through them quickly. Every so often, she plucked a pen from behind her ear and scribbled something down on the pad next ot her. It continued like this for an hour or so before Jean pushed back her chair and tossed her glasses aside, rubbing her temples with slender fingers before standing and heading to the kitchen.
The telepath sought tea in the cabinets and finding it, put on the water to boil and sank down to wait. Would she ever get anywhere? To any goal? Sighing softly, she undid her hair, allowing the soft red locks to fall around her pale cheeks. There had to be something...