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Who: Eleanor Lamb and Charles Xavier
What: Charles notices Eleanor playing Eleanor of the Jungle and goes to investigate.
When: Uh. End of the week sometime?
Where: Some garden zone.
Warnings: Angsty Teenager?
Eleanor was perched on a tree branch about fifteen feet off the ground, her bare feet swinging absently as she tugged fruit off the tree and TK'd them down towards the ground. The tree was in a pretty decent looking clearing that Eleanor had taken over in the last few weeks, with a stream and some other trees and it wasn't homey, but it was...something.
Her diving suit was scattered about, hanging from different tree branches and such, the helmet hanging upside-down at about eye level at the only real entrance from the nearest teleporter. She was dressed in a simple white dress, torn and battered from several weeks of wear, but she didn't seem to mind it.
For the moment, she was...almost happy, really. She was losing herself here, the parts of her that cared, that wanted to be out there amongst people, but after so many things happening so quickly, she'd just...needed to escape. So she had.
She suspected she'd eventually get tired of it, but for now, well...there were worse things that fruit.
What: Charles notices Eleanor playing Eleanor of the Jungle and goes to investigate.
When: Uh. End of the week sometime?
Where: Some garden zone.
Warnings: Angsty Teenager?
Eleanor was perched on a tree branch about fifteen feet off the ground, her bare feet swinging absently as she tugged fruit off the tree and TK'd them down towards the ground. The tree was in a pretty decent looking clearing that Eleanor had taken over in the last few weeks, with a stream and some other trees and it wasn't homey, but it was...something.
Her diving suit was scattered about, hanging from different tree branches and such, the helmet hanging upside-down at about eye level at the only real entrance from the nearest teleporter. She was dressed in a simple white dress, torn and battered from several weeks of wear, but she didn't seem to mind it.
For the moment, she was...almost happy, really. She was losing herself here, the parts of her that cared, that wanted to be out there amongst people, but after so many things happening so quickly, she'd just...needed to escape. So she had.
She suspected she'd eventually get tired of it, but for now, well...there were worse things that fruit.