itp: housing.

[godwinner]

[ not in the middle of Camp but probably somewhere off to the side strategically close to a field of robot cows are two metalbenders. one has green hair; the other has the remnants of a cough. a few of the cows are nothing more than some robotic entrails lying on the ground, the rest of their carcasses seemingly missing, though there is a single,

Comments

[fuckseptember]

Man, I wish I could cheat like that.

[altersattract]

With the cows or with brooding handsome gentlemen?

[fuckseptember]

I don't think there's a safe answer to that question. Nice to meet you.

[altersattract]

You could at least give it a try.

[fuckseptember]

The brooding handsome gentleman thinks he doesn't like me.

[altersattract]

But you'll win him over eventually?

[fuckseptember]

I've already won him over, he just hasn't realized it yet.

[altersattract]

[ eyebrow ]

Good luck.

[fuckseptember]

I wouldn't cheat, though.

[offers a hand to shake]

Peter Bishop.

[altersattract]

[ firm handshake ]

Lorna Dane. It's nice to meet you.

[fuckseptember]

A.K.A Polaris? It's a pleasure.

[altersattract]

I answer to Polaris too.

[fuckseptember]

I like Lorna better. [looks at Erik, then back at her] Are you related?

[altersattract]

This isn't going to be one of those awkward you know me for some weird terrorist reason moments, is it?

[ follows his gaze ]

Alternate universe father.

[fuckseptember]

No, not at all. To be honest I'm not all that familiar with you, there's comic books in my world and I read a lot of them when I was younger.

[altersattract]

There's no princesses, right? I hate it when I'm a princess. It only shows off my bad side.