Breakfast of Champions [OTA]

[psychoempath]

To say that she felt like shit would quite possibly be the understatement of the year. Even though she had slept like a stone after returning from the mission in a somewhat half-conscious state she did feel like someone had run her over with a truck-and backed up. Several times. What really bothered her was that she didn't know why-she had done

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[lightbulbtrix]

Bradley had seen the team was back, but had wisely refrained from asking John about any of the details until his friend had gotten some sleep to refresh himself. He had slipped out of his room and went to the mess hall, sliding an apple into his pocket in case John slept in.

He had seen Olivia walk in and thought she looked stressed, but he didn't follow after her until he had a sudden sneeze, accidentally turning off every light in the mess hall in the process. It seemed too awkward to stay in there after that. Walking out, he saw Olivia knock over her coffee. "I've done that before, usually right onto my lap." With a grin, Bradley promptly offered her a napkin just in case she had spilled some onto herself.

[psychoempath]

For a moment Liv glared at the napkin as if it had personally offended her in some way. She was beginning to suspect that she was sending the wrong message to people. Then again, he was just being nice and didn't do anything to annoy her, not intentionally. The grin she tried ended up pretty lopsided when she realized that she had indeed spilled some coffee on herself-the inside of her left leg hurt, right where the boot ended. She took the napkin and tried to prevent the coffee stain from spreading further.

"I'm usually not that dorky."

She rolled up the pant leg to assess the damage. It would chafe if she left it like that and she sighed, so much for resting. While she healed it, she looked at the guy again.

"So, what's your magic trick?"

[lightbulbtrix]

"Oh good. I'm usually enough of a dork around here for around three people." He chuckled quietly. Chris usually wasn't this open around anyone he didn't know well, but after chatting with Ophelia, some of fizzy and light happiness she had pushed on him might have still been lingering.

He was suitably impressed when Olivia healed the scalded skin on her leg. "I can't do anything as spectacular as what you just did." One hand going up to his temple, Bradley concentrated, closing his eyes. The outdoor lights that ringed the grassy area occasionally used for sparring and the ones lining the helipad came on full force. As he opened his eyes back up, they turned off. "And for my next trick, I'll pull a rabbit out of a hat."

[psychoempath]

"I'll be careful then, don't want to fight you for that job." She was still fighting with herself. The part of her that hadn't felt the need to socialize or to find her place in a group for about fifteen years against her rational side that knew she would probably spend a long time here and that being unfriendly to everyone, causing fights over nothing, would do nothing but cost energy.

"You call that spectacular? Ever since I came here and met the first other mutants I've been struck with power envy. Wonder what Freud would have to say about that."

She grinned, then took a closer look at him, looked up and down and tilted her head to the side.

"Now I'd like to see where you pull a hat from first."