open; late arrival

[sparkedtoburst]

It had been somewhere around about 2am when Spencer's train had finally reached Washington, and then it had been a further hour and twenty minutes on a bus to Lincoln City before he was greeted, albeit stoically, by a member of the army. After so many hours travel and so many hours in cramped, confined space, Spencer just allowed himself to be

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[double_dynamite]

Tabitha wasn't an early bird by any means, but lately she'd taken point in being up before anybody could manhandle her out of bed and as a result wasn't exactly her fresh as daisies morning self-which may explain how she nearly runs smack into Spencer.
"Crap! Sorry dude."

[sparkedtoburst]

It's more a reflex from the bustling streets of L.A than any sort of ability to move quickly that saves Spencer from tipping coffee all over her. Instantly taking a step to the side, hopefully avoiding any kind of slip, Spencer waves his hand in dismissal, "No, it's fine, it's...it's really early so," so he can understand working on autopilot.

Despite the thrum of restless energy, something that always happens when he's fighting off a severe lack of sleep, he's still got that quiet, tired quality to his tone and his voice. "Should've been looking where I was going anyway." He doubted his mother would be impressed with him letting a young woman take the blame when he was equally at fault.

[double_dynamite]

"I hope I didn't like ruin your coffee or anything hon, hey are you new?" Tabby was smiling in a friendly manner as she yawned and ruffled her hair in a sleepy manner.

[sparkedtoburst]

Looking down at his cup, Spencer managed a smile, "Um, no it's fine." Maybe sloshed over the side a little, but nothing horribly terrible, like a piece of egg in it or anything.

"I ah, yeah. Got in almost four hours ago." And he wasn't exaggerating or anything.

[double_dynamite]

"Holy crap, talk about early bird special. Let me guess head honcho lady wanted you in for a debriefing or whatever at the crack of dawn?"

[sparkedtoburst]

Head honcho lady? That must be this Miss Frost he's to meet with in an hours time. "Um, no, no. I got the train out of Los Angeles. Switched a few times and a bus ride to the city and a pick up." He'd been 'recruited' three days ago, the problem had been working his notice with the newspaper. "I have a thing about flying, I try not to do it when I can."

There was just something a little nerve racking about being all those thousands of feet in the air with nothing but metal around you. "But meeting in an hour, stomach needing food, there's little point in sleeping now, right?"

[double_dynamite]

"Yeah I feel you about the plane thing, but still its too bad you couldn't catch some proper sleep."
Tabby gave him an slight smile, before holding up her hand to point towards the cafeteria. "You wanna catch some food with me? Cooks best stuff is apparently served ass early in the morning."

[sparkedtoburst]

"Um," he doesn't usually eat in the morning, mostly because he's out the door with less than a few minutes to spare because mornings are just not his thing. But then, it has been a very long day and the weather is so horrifically different and can you really get homesick when you've not been home home in ten years? "Yeah, actually, that'd be nice." He's got time, plenty of time.

"Oh, um, I'm Spencer," he offers the hand that isn't holding his coffee, because it's the polite thing to do. "It's nice to almost hazardously collide with you."

[double_dynamite]

She took the hand with a small grin and shook before making way for the hall. "Tabby, and it was equally nice almost running you over."

[sparkedtoburst]

Considering he hadn't seen even the smallest glimpse of anything resembling a friendly face, it's good to at least get something. Following towards the hall he'd just left, Spencer pushed his glasses further up his nose and slid his now unoccupied hand into his pocket.

"So, Tabby, you've been here a while?" It's an unconscious act, but he finds it happens most of the time, where he slips almost easily into his role as an investigator. Questions come naturally, the right tone and wording can help any situation.

Really, it would be helpful to get some information before meeting with Miss Frost.

[double_dynamite]

"Kinda, I got strong armed between either serving time or joining the military a few months back over a misunderstanding, so this was a way I could at least still be outside without having to go all 'Great Escape'." Tabby was generally an open book and while she knew she should keep her mouth shut on certain things, she didn't consider how she got here to be one of them.
"It's actually a pretty nice place if you can get past all the heavy duty rules and military style stuff."

[sparkedtoburst]

Blackmail? The army was blackmailing mutants to work for them? This was the kind of thing that Spencer would have to remember, possibly look into. While they were looking to 'employ' him in the sense that he'd dug too deep and nosed at too much and offered to 'experience' the full depth of what was happening, he hadn't rightly been given the 'or else' speech that he'd expected.

Although it was almost unspoken really.

"Well, rules are good, I think." In moderation of course, because sometimes too much of the same thing was suffocating. "Probably more for our protection than anything else." Having sorted through almost seventeen different organisations dedicated to mutant hatred, Spencer could actually say with vehement conviction that it might, absolutely, could be for the safety of the mutants in the camp.

"Was the 'misunderstanding'," and he went as far as to do little quotation points with two of his fingers around his coffee mug, "serious?"

sorry about tag fail hon XD

[double_dynamite]

Tabby was far less agreeing about the rules, but that was to be expected after spending so many years living on her own terms and social formalities that differed from the rest of society, and the truth was she took great pride in being the oddball-because it meant that at least someone was paying attention to her, and at the end of the day she got noticed and remembered.

"Well lets just say that the judges who took my case thought it wasn't exactly 'self-defense' when I blew up my second FOH headquarters in a big ol 'anit-mutant' hate zone of hateness."

no worries ♥

[sparkedtoburst]

Spencer knew enough about the F.O.H -and if that was Humanity's Friend, Spencer wasn't sure what kind of enemy they'd have- to know that whatever it was Tabitha had done, undoubtedly, was self-defence if she claimed it. Having reported on more than a few riots throughout the United States, Spencer had a clear enough image of the F.O.H and their members. He'd been lucky enough to never come in contact with them as an outted mutant, he couldn't imagine what it would be like for someone who was.

"I have it on good authority that the F.O.H deserve every second of it." Be it legal or illegal retaliation against their cause, Spencer would absolutely look the other way regarding any kind of activity towards shutting down the racist group. "What happened the first time?"

[double_dynamite]

"I was in Oregon when I ran into one of those underground 'search and destroy' type things where they herd us up like cattle and try to 'break' us, and well long story short they got a hold of me one night and I blew the joint, got everybody else out and went TNT on the joint."

The entire spectacle had been her personal favorite up yours to the anti mutant sentiment.

[sparkedtoburst]

It brought a bit of a smile to Spencer's face, because those guys getting what was coming to them was too good not to pass up. "Well, there's not really much else to do in Oregon."

Whatever Tabitha's reasons, Spencer counted it as much deserved, and if she'd been helping others -other mutants, other victims of the fascist views of bigots, well, it was more than deserved.

"I'm sorry you got the short end of the stick though."