Here Is Where You Got Lost [BROTHERHOOD//SEMI-CLOSED]
Characters: Sasuke (Ellipsis) and Karin (Radar), possibly anyone who shares a room with Karin.
Time: A few days after the Institute kids arrive in their new undersea home, lunchtime.
Location: Aforementioned undersea home.
Content: Exposition with intent to explain a half-assed retcon? Make mine a Marvel.
Format: whatevs, starting in prose.
Warnings: Karin's thoughts, possibly.
It had only been three days since they had appeared on-board Magneto's base in a rather showy whirl of lights and smoke, and already certain things had become routine with absurd ease. For example, the quietest time to eat was just before the mess hall rush, but sitting in an empty room made you a target for anyone looking for a conversation. Sasuke had by now decided the risk was worth it in return for checking the groups of mutants returning from missions or training for signs of familiar faces, and so was sat at one of the tables close to the door.
He kept one eye on the door even as he absently speared some chicken. There wasn't that much information to process. 'Piranha' was away from the base and wasn't expected back for several weeks: that much he had learned yesterday from the girl serving. That left 'Radar', who was apparently somewhere on-base. If she hadn't found him yet, she had a reason. All he cared to do was keep himself in the more populated areas and wait for her to track him down.
Time: A few days after the Institute kids arrive in their new undersea home, lunchtime.
Location: Aforementioned undersea home.
Content: Exposition with intent to explain a half-assed retcon? Make mine a Marvel.
Format: whatevs, starting in prose.
Warnings: Karin's thoughts, possibly.
It had only been three days since they had appeared on-board Magneto's base in a rather showy whirl of lights and smoke, and already certain things had become routine with absurd ease. For example, the quietest time to eat was just before the mess hall rush, but sitting in an empty room made you a target for anyone looking for a conversation. Sasuke had by now decided the risk was worth it in return for checking the groups of mutants returning from missions or training for signs of familiar faces, and so was sat at one of the tables close to the door.
He kept one eye on the door even as he absently speared some chicken. There wasn't that much information to process. 'Piranha' was away from the base and wasn't expected back for several weeks: that much he had learned yesterday from the girl serving. That left 'Radar', who was apparently somewhere on-base. If she hadn't found him yet, she had a reason. All he cared to do was keep himself in the more populated areas and wait for her to track him down.