the department of mutant affairs

Seeing as it didn't appear to be frowned upon to go out for the odd sociable beverage - at least not according to her colleagues - Tabitha decided that was just what she would do this evening. There were a few spots in the nearby neighbourhood that she'd passed by since she'd arrived, maybe they'd become her new favourite watering hole. Only time would tell!

With that thought in mind, once she'd finished up some paperwork she'd been working on she returned to her living quarters, changed into the most appropriate clothing she could find - sadly, her wardrobe here was severely lacking to what she'd been accustomed to on 'the outside' - and headed out down the hall. With any luck she'd run into one or more of her friends and they'd be swayed by her obviously irresistible charm to join her for a drink or three.

Sure, she had more work that had to be done in the morning, but who didn't? There'd always be work there; you had to stop and smell the roses everyone once in awhile, after all. All work and no play made for a very dull lifestyle, and Tabby was gung ho to remind everybody of that, even if she had to lead by example all by her lonesome.

((open for all; if no one's up for it look out for a drunken narrative in the near future XDDDD))

North Dakota was a bust.

The small town where they were all knew about the local fires. There wasn't much else to speculate on. The speculation, however, tended to be colorful more than useful. The police reports were thorough, at least, even though the cops looked unhappy about sharing the information with some out-of-towners. Being mutants might not have helped, either.

Siryn was ready to get out of this state.

The flight was leaving the next morning, so for this evening, she was sitting at a table at the local diner. The food was okay, but at least the coffee was good. It made it a little easier to go over all the files.

Files. And some people thought this job was exciting.

Pyro felt like he was undergoing evaluation for weeks.

He technically was, but most of that was downtime, getting to know the office, paperwork. Pyro almost wished he was dead, just so he didn't have to fill out paperwork. Paperwork for missing former criminal immigrants was disastrous. But open offer, Val clearly meant if you could survive the tedium.

By the time he met with Siryn for the powers evaluation, he didn't care anymore. Normally he'd show off, flirt, play. Try to find a chain to jerk her around with. But between conversations with Marie-Ange and the restlessness of not having anything to do, muscle memory, and a smidgen of rage, kicked in.

When it was done, Siryn nodded to the charred corners of the room with approval.

"Pyro's right, all right. I'll..." She looked back at the black marks on the wall. "Right, let's finish up that paperwork."

As much as St. John loved his new flamethrowers, he missed being able to click his lighter with impatience.

Who: Alison Blaire and Terry Rourke-Cassidy
Where: St. Vincent's Hospital-Downtown
What: Alison's bitching about not being let out of the hospital. Terry comes by to see if the claims of her old teammate being alive are true.

( And not so much liking the view in the mirror. )