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Moira MacTaggert has endured more than a few strange situations. She's greeted visitors from the future, watched her own son turn Edinburgh inside out, traveled within the mindscape of a schizophrenic, and she has managed it all with as much dignity as she could muster at the time. There have been too many mistakes to recount and hurts she thought at the time she could not bear, but she has, in fact, endured. And so it is that, though her life has yet again taken a turn decidedly towards the absurd, she knows she'll survive yet again.
She doesn't believe in coincidence, not to this extent, but it strikes her as lucky all the same that it was her own sweet Rahne who found her first and told her all. Just before coming to this place, Moira was in the process of leaving the mansion, ashamed of her involvement in Magneto's manipulation of the X-Men and all the lines she'd crossed, and there are few enough people she would have been able to face today. Those from whom she could have heard such news and taken it this well are far fewer still. While she's sure that, in time, she'll be sorry that one of the strangest things yet about this place is the way everyone seems to have been plucked from different points in time, for the moment, she's grateful for it -- everyone affected by what she's done will consider that incident a distant memory or one not yet made. She'll still have to live with her self-recriminations, but at least she'll not have to see it on anyone else's face, no trace left of the battle waged.
Of course, that's a problem in itself, one she expects she'll have to face soon enough, but there are more practical matters with which to be concerned. Discovering where everything is, learning her new surroundings, comes first and she'll deal with the rest when she must. There's no good to be found, after all, in dwelling on thoughts of meetings that haven't yet occurred, reunions and introductions she can't stomach when they're only in her mind. The rest of it is too overwhelming even to consider just yet. All she can do is keep a stiff upper lip and do her best to focus on the tasks at hand.
She can't get far from Rahne, but then, she doesn't even try. It's to be expected, the girl keeping closer to her like this if it's really been so long since she saw her last. After a brief exploration of the Compound, though -- the lab's so disappointingly small, so ill-equipped after her facilities on Muir Island -- she's drifted a little way from the lass, at least, far enough to have started settling in to the kitchen like it's her own. It's been a long day. If nothing else, she needs a decent cup of coffee, though Lord knows, she's not in much danger of getting any sleep tonight as it is.
She doesn't believe in coincidence, not to this extent, but it strikes her as lucky all the same that it was her own sweet Rahne who found her first and told her all. Just before coming to this place, Moira was in the process of leaving the mansion, ashamed of her involvement in Magneto's manipulation of the X-Men and all the lines she'd crossed, and there are few enough people she would have been able to face today. Those from whom she could have heard such news and taken it this well are far fewer still. While she's sure that, in time, she'll be sorry that one of the strangest things yet about this place is the way everyone seems to have been plucked from different points in time, for the moment, she's grateful for it -- everyone affected by what she's done will consider that incident a distant memory or one not yet made. She'll still have to live with her self-recriminations, but at least she'll not have to see it on anyone else's face, no trace left of the battle waged.
Of course, that's a problem in itself, one she expects she'll have to face soon enough, but there are more practical matters with which to be concerned. Discovering where everything is, learning her new surroundings, comes first and she'll deal with the rest when she must. There's no good to be found, after all, in dwelling on thoughts of meetings that haven't yet occurred, reunions and introductions she can't stomach when they're only in her mind. The rest of it is too overwhelming even to consider just yet. All she can do is keep a stiff upper lip and do her best to focus on the tasks at hand.
She can't get far from Rahne, but then, she doesn't even try. It's to be expected, the girl keeping closer to her like this if it's really been so long since she saw her last. After a brief exploration of the Compound, though -- the lab's so disappointingly small, so ill-equipped after her facilities on Muir Island -- she's drifted a little way from the lass, at least, far enough to have started settling in to the kitchen like it's her own. It's been a long day. If nothing else, she needs a decent cup of coffee, though Lord knows, she's not in much danger of getting any sleep tonight as it is.