Who: Valkyri OT Elixir What: Making Plans in Mutant Town When: Sunday Afternoon Where: Uncommon Grounds
Sloth wasn't in Sabbah Sadeeqi's vocabulary. It never had been. Quite the opposite, she always lived each day like it would be her last, and for the past two years there had been times when she'd thought it might be. Times when she was sure she was losing it. For a woman who had always been in control, always been so structured, always been so driven, the changes in her life wrought by the flare had all but broken her and she wasn't sure which was worse. Seeing the spirits of the departed, hearing them beg her to fix things they'd left behind, that would have been bad enough for a normal person. For a doctor in the ER, it was enough to make her think she was truly going insane. Or would be shortly.
She'd gone home and spent time with her aunt and uncle in Dearborn to get away. And grown wings. Wings which were her greatest joy, and her greatest sorrow all in one. Flying... flying almost made up for having a mutation that was clearly visible and barred her from her chosen profession. Wings were not, after all, hypo-allergenic. Nor were they able to be hidden. And norms did not like someone who looked like the Angel of Death working on them after they'd been shot.
One of them had quipped and told her she looked like the valkyrie of mythology, coming to carry him off to the afterlife. It was an image that had stuck.
Especially now.
All she'd ever wanted was to become a doctor so she could go home and help her people. Now, her father insisted she stay here in the states. That things for mutants were too bad at home. Worse than here. Though she wanted to argue and say that bad was bad, she better than most here knew just how much worse things could be. She'd stayed, but not without a bitterness towards him for exiling her. Not without part of her wondering if it wasn't to preserve the fiction that she was just off studying rather than admit he had a mutant for a daughter.
And so she now found herself sitting in a mutant run coffee shop nursing a cup of coffee and making plans. It was one place where her wings would go completely unnoticed, although she still worried that a feather might find its way into a customer's cup and she hoped that she didn't put off bird dander that would hurt anyone. So far no one had actually complained of allergies around her, but that didn't mean they wouldn't in the future.
She wasn't sure where she should go now that she wasn't going to be able to practice medicine at the hospital. Her license was still good, but she had no reputation, no clients, no place to set up shop and no way to dawn the trademark labcoat with her wings. Funny how it didn't matter how qualified you were, this sort of situation affected both the high school drop out and the doctor. Education was no longer an assurance for employment.