Thread: Wicked and Avalanche Who: Gwen Adamson and Dominic Pedros When: January 27th, afternoon Where: the Lair What: [This should have been up a while ago, but I am slow.] Dominic pokes his head in to see Gwen. We'll see where it goes from there.
So they'd won the revolution. Magneto ruled the world. Mutants could do whatever they damn well pleased. And Dominic was bored out of his fucking mind. When he wasn't at work, Dominic spent most of his time playing video games or fucking around with his guitar. Neither of which were productive in the least. Restless, he'd begun picking up more hours down at the shop, because fixing cars beat ruling the country.
And that was where he'd been all day. While he'd washed up before leaving, he was still greasy enough to want a shower and throw a load of laundry into the machine. First though, he had to swing by his room. Stalking through the Lair, Dominic barely spared a thought to exactly how quiet it was. It felt like everyone was gone these days; not far from the truth. Rogue and John, a match made in crazy fucking heaven they were, were off doing crazy shit together. Carm had disappeared again. And Dom didn't have much use for anyone else.
Whatever Threnody or some crazy fucking bitch said, Gwen was still fucking Gwen. Dominic didn't buy that "clone" bullshit. And even if it was true, what did that change? She talked like Gwen; acted like Gwen; and knew everything that Gwen did. Dominic failed to see the problem. Then again, he might have been biased, seeing as how he was sharing a room with her at the moment.
Without bothering to knock (since it was his quarters), Dominic popped his head in, looking for his impromptu roommate before he went hunting a clean towel. "Gwen?"