Thread: Mermaid & Postman Who: Arla Lawrence and David de Souza When: Around midnight, moving into Saturday, February 16 Where: Xavier's School, Teacher Lounge What: Arla for the most part is back to her normal behavior but that doesn't necessarily mean she's actually normal. However, instead of hiding in the pool she's pigging out on ice cream in front of the television, so... we might be making progress.
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There was a lot to be said about Arla Lawrence in the last year. She'd gone revenge-crazy, taking her last birthday as a sign that she had to go after the people who'd killed the Morlocks. She'd gone against Remy's warnings and pursued the course until it became obsession, and obsession nearly got her killed. In fact, obsession led to Jack Bantock pumping a few gajillion volts through her body while holding her gills closed underwater and by rights it should have killed her. Instead, it left her with a twitchy right hand and a complete inability to write in anything other than nonsense mathematical formulas. She lost her place with the X-Men and then she lost her job, but more importantly she lost her sanity somewhere along the way.
Through sheer force of will she managed to get something back, cracking through her own mental codes in order to make some sense out of herself. She didn't know how it happened and couldn't explain it but she'd busted through what Xavier had done to try and help her and as far as most people were concerned, she was feeling just fine and dandy these days. She had her job back, her right hand was still twitchy, and she still had a bit of a problem with gin, but really, that was par for the course when it came to the eccentric mathematics professor at Xavier's School. She'd always been something of a bitch, and now she just had a little dose of crazy to go along with it.
She was rarely seen in the teacher's lounge these days, preferring to hole up and do her work in her room. She rarely socialized. However, Remy Lebeau had really gotten on her fucking nerves with a few things that he'd said and she wasn't in the mood to put up with him harping on her anymore. It wasn't that she was suddenly going to become some kind of socialite but she didn't have to be a recluse. And... well, it wasn't like she was looking to socialize tonight.
In fact, she was raiding the lounge freezer. Given that students weren't supposed to be in the teacher's lounge, the adults tended to hide the best things in there. This time, she happened upon a pint of mint chocolate chip ice cream-----her favorite----and there wasn't any name scribbled on it in sharpie, which meant by all rules of public refrigerator etiquette, it was free for the taking. Right? Right.
After grabbing the pint and rummaging in a nearby drawer for a spoon, she plopped down on the sofa and switched on the small television. The glow from the television lit up the room and reflected in her glasses (which were crooked from her rolling over on them the other night----she hadn't been able to fix them properly). Deciding that this was an acceptable way to spend the late hours, she popped open the pint and dug in, flippers curling with delight when she tasted it.
Mint ice cream was good enough to almost make her give up gin. ...Almost.