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Winifred "Fred" Burkle (i_figure) wrote in we_coexist,
@ 2012-06-29 21:09:00

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annie wagner, megan gwynn, winifred burkle

Thoughts and errands, thoughtful errands (Annie, Megan)
Fred hadn't been in hiding since the strange meeting at the bookstore. She'd meant to check on Errol, but the check-up hadn't gone at all how she'd planned. Not that she'd had anything planned in particular, but she was certain that she would not have planned what happened had she been allowed to plan anything. Or admitted to planning anything.

She was glad to see that Errol was working with someone, rather than sitting all alone in the bookstore. He needed companionship, someone to remind him that he was human and it was okay to smile. Beauty seemed very much the right person for that, what little Fred had been able to gather from the odd brief meeting. She smiled - Beauty had - which was a good thing. And, she was soft in a giving way; Beauty'd only wanted the best outcome, hadn't she? She cared, again another plus in Fred's opinion. Of course, this was all going on a very short brief meeting and way too many assumptions. Then again, Beauty worked in a bookstore, not a strip joint, so surely she was that sort of bookish Beauty, not the other kind? Not that there was anything wrong with strippers; Fred just hadn't met many.

The brainy Texan continued this sort of inner dialogue, working out what had happened as well as throwing in a few items from her day job; she was starting to wonder if they didn't need an accountant or insurance. Angel Investigations wasn't a huge money maker, but sure, she could make the money that did come in work for her somehow.

The City allowed her time to think during her walk. She had a destination in mind, a purpose, and she hoped that she was going to get good answers. Annie could help; she just knew the technopath could. That's what mutants were for if they weren't trying to take over the world and subjugate the human race, right?

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i_gotsoul
2012-07-07 03:52 am UTC (link)

"It's an experience," she told Annie.

Megan frowned at Fred. "It's not really supposed to be nice, ordinarily," she said. "It's a defense mechanism. Like squid ink, only it's pink and dusty. And Dazzler advertises that she makes use of mutant powers in the show. It's kind of her thing." Except she couldn't remember if her dust was ever advertised. She was fairly sure it was. It had to be. Ali was a responsible adult who didn't want to get sued.

Except she and Jean-Paul did take her out drinking that one time...

"And it's not like anyone ever got a lot of dust, with me spreading it out so much," she said, pushing past that annoying little thought. "It doesn't actually hurt you after. I should know, someone once pulled it out of me and shoved it back and made me think I was somewhere else." Okay, that came out entirely more bitter than she meant it to. She smiled nervously, her fingers suddenly picking at the hem of her shirt. "I was fine after, though. Got rid of him and everything, just fine."

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