lost and found, seek and destroy [open]

[mad_asahatter]

She was not a happy bunny. In fact, she was so not a happy bunny that she was dour. And she did not like being dour. Truth be told she could be less dour if she just used a little of that far too happy sweet she'd taken on Friday night from Allison and Manuel, but she didn't want to be happy right then. She was on a mission

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[slimy_droog]

Overhearing an odd voice, Mortimer followed the source of it and came across an unusual sight. The girl, rhyming like a child no less, resembled some kind of fairy tale creature. He had not thought before that perhaps some mutants might literally bear similarity to pixies.

"All right, luv?"

[mad_asahatter]

She sat up at the voice, wondering if her top was speaking to her, before her eyes rested on the rather strange looking fellow. "Greetings there, sir, terribly sorry to intrude. She's lost her shirt, and got told off by Gertrude. It's a bit of a tizzy, got her all lost and dizzy. Searching to find it, unless someone's found it. Which might prove distracting, it's not where she left it."

The time she finished speaking, she was crawling over the floor again, and just about to slide under a jeep to have another peek.

[slimy_droog]

Mortimer just stared, head cocked to the side as he watched and listened.

"Uh huh. Don' think I wanna know what your ability is. Now, what the hell did you lose? And who the hell is Gertrude?"

[mad_asahatter]

He talked funny. She liked that.

"A top, a shop, a mop and broom. She's sure she left it in this room. It went away and can't be seen. It isn't where it's meant to have been." Namely, on her body.

But she was constantly losing things. "Gertrude is the mean one, she's still a test. She's not as comfortable as the rest. Picked her up from another place, she came last in our race." Gertrude was actually the larger of the rocks under Ophelia's bed. But it wouldn't make sense to anyone but her.

[45825243_t78_a]

What with Victor's attack on Jean, and everything that had followed,
Logan had been staying in Jean's room most of the time. Now that she was getting better, and the rumor mill had hopefully come to a halt, Logan was becoming increasingly restless, needing some time out in the open. After slipping into his room to get a cigar - he wasn't planning to sleep there again, ever, not in Victor's room - he went outside, lighting up before wandering out into the snow. One of the cigars he'd bought with Jean just before -... Well, that didn't seem to matter much anymore. They were together now

[mad_asahatter]

By that point, she was sliding under cars, tables, desks and then up on top of them. She didn't spare any part of the room in case it was hiding from her. Ophelia was not a rumour spreading girl, just emotions. And the tension since Victor's supposed crime had been announced was high, Ophelia could tell that much.

She wasn't a fan of tense. But Logan was almost always tense.

Stopping her search, half way onto a jeep, Ophelia twisted towards the door. "Have you seen it, nor has she, it's impossible to go, where could it be?" Sense and Ophelia rarely went together.

[45825243_t78_a]

He wasn't as tense as he might have been, the sadness over breaking with Victor dull now, and spending time with Jean had been, well... It felt great, and meaningful. Not like everything else in his life, now that Victor wasn't a part of it anymore.

"What?" he demanded, one hand reaching up to take the cigar from his mouth as he frowned at Ophelia. She seemed to be looking for something, but then, with her, who could tell? She might be hunting for leprechauns, for all Logan knew.

[mad_asahatter]

Sliding off the jeep, stomping loudly on the ground, Ophelia placed both hands on her hips and regarded him. "It's white, with red, and fits just right. She was wearing it the other night. It's gone just now, and she doesn't know how." There was a whine at the end of her voice, and she pouted slightly.

It was her favourite top after all.