Who: sage and ota What: a late dinner Where: a cafe, outside When: evening Rating: tbd Status: in progress. Open
Sage had taken a late dinner, choosing to sit in the cool air and watch the town. Her glasses were over her eyes, her meal ignored, as she typed in what looked like thin air. She was in her VR of course but no one could tell that.
She was engaging in a lovely chess match while monitoring the network and trying to understand the people here. Unlike many of her fellow mutants she didn't find the desire to ask Charles for help. She merely wished to greet him, and had. Her relationship with him was old and she didn't rely on it.
Fingers moved in the air quickly before she pushed her glasses up, exposing the dark tattooed scars on her face, and looked around. She itched to get into a lab and experiment again. The annoyance showed as she looked at her food and pushed it aside. Useless.