kinetic_exotica (kinetic_exotica) wrote in the_next_step, @ 2009-05-07 22:03:00 |
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Entry tags: | gaia, logan/wolverine |
Logan's office, Institute, Mid afternoon (attn: Logan)
Gaia had thought long and hard about whether or not she should take her day off and swing up to the Institute. And by long and hard, she meant that she'd mulled it over while sitting out on the fire escape and smoking while drinking her third cup of coffee and listening to Mr. Kahn bitch at his son about his American girlfriend. Yay, drama.
That had made up her mind and she'd gone inside to pull on some clothes and get gone.
She reached the gates of the compound and stared at them for a second. Totally not going to stop her. It was a matter of a small shift in the fabric of reality to open the gates enough to let her in and close them again without setting off any alarms. And getting into the building at this time of day was a no brainer. It was a school the doors would be open.
Gaia allowed herself the liberty of snooping around a little bit. She peeked in on a math class being taught by a dark haired man to a classroom of predominently bored teenagers and another history class being taught by a woman with white hair and dark skin. Now that was just sexy as hell.
The office she was looking for was actually at the end of the hall and empty. Heehee. Oh, Wolvie. It was easy to tell it was his. The scent of those cigars he loved so well lingered in the air. She laid a hand on the doorknob, mentally clicking the tumblers open. She walked in and re-locked the door behind her. "Damn, Wolvie. Getting a little posh." She murmured as she looked around the room. She debated taking a few moments to snoop, but then decided it didn't interest her.
Instead, she sat in the big, swivveling chair and turned it to look out the window while she waited.