WHO Ororo + OPEN WHAT Ororo is quickly walking to class and watering her plant at the same time. WHERE Campus! Vague! WHEN Thursday morning.
Ororo was walking through campus, trying to get back to her room. In one arm was four textbooks and three notebooks. In the other arm was a potted lily. A tiger lily, bright orange with slight yellow highlights. She walked fast, she was on a mission. Since she showed up a little late, she was behind. Ororo wasn’t about to let a few days slip through her hands. She would catch up, she would excel, she’d kick all kinds of ass. Four kinds of ass.
Just above the lily was something curious. A small, fluffy mass-- about the size of a giant sandwich, or a DVD case, but round and comfy-looking. It was dark, a greyish-blue color. A cloud? That didn’t make any sense... but that’s what it was. A small cloud, gently showering the lily as Ororo walked.
Suddenly she was reminded of a book she forgot to pick up from the library. A little lightning bolt jumped from the cloud and zapped the nearest person-- like licking a battery, getting shocked by a lamp or a very vindictive person wearing the fuzziest socks. Not bad, but enough to that it hurt.