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WHO: Lucinda Guthrie, X-Men faculty, students, and visitors.
WHERE: Kitchen & dining room.
WHEN: Early morning.
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SUMMARY: Mrs. Guthrie has been offered a room and use of facilities in the Xavier Institute. She's been sending her kids here for years, but this is the first time she's actually lived under their roof. She decides, clearly, she should introduce herself with a hearty Southern breakfast.
FORMAT: Anything.
She had been here for something like two nights which was long enough to convince her that maybe this wasn't a cruel dream or hallucination. Joshua felt real. Samuel felt real. Paige felt real. Her three oldest were here and relatively safe and alive. Most of the X-Men she heard about were here too which was mildly comforting. Though Lucinda would be lying if she didn't miss her younger children. Everyone was reassuring her they were safe back home and that dulled down her worries a tad, but it didn't stop the heartache at missing taking care and seeing her babies everyday.
She woke up early unable to fall back asleep. The bed was new and foreign to her. The clothes were strange. Her whole environment was another world entirely to her. Lucinda sighed and pulled a bathrobe tightly around her body. She pulled on some slippers and tip toed down the stairs as to not to disturb the heightened senses of some of the housemates. She found the kitchen after a little difficulty and began searching the fridge and cub boards for pans, eggs, bacon, toast, butter--the works.
If anything, she could at least surprise everyone with breakfast and make it feel a little bit more like Kentucky.
WHERE: Kitchen & dining room.
WHEN: Early morning.
SUMMARY: Mrs. Guthrie has been offered a room and use of facilities in the Xavier Institute. She's been sending her kids here for years, but this is the first time she's actually lived under their roof. She decides, clearly, she should introduce herself with a hearty Southern breakfast.
FORMAT: Anything.
She had been here for something like two nights which was long enough to convince her that maybe this wasn't a cruel dream or hallucination. Joshua felt real. Samuel felt real. Paige felt real. Her three oldest were here and relatively safe and alive. Most of the X-Men she heard about were here too which was mildly comforting. Though Lucinda would be lying if she didn't miss her younger children. Everyone was reassuring her they were safe back home and that dulled down her worries a tad, but it didn't stop the heartache at missing taking care and seeing her babies everyday.
She woke up early unable to fall back asleep. The bed was new and foreign to her. The clothes were strange. Her whole environment was another world entirely to her. Lucinda sighed and pulled a bathrobe tightly around her body. She pulled on some slippers and tip toed down the stairs as to not to disturb the heightened senses of some of the housemates. She found the kitchen after a little difficulty and began searching the fridge and cub boards for pans, eggs, bacon, toast, butter--the works.
If anything, she could at least surprise everyone with breakfast and make it feel a little bit more like Kentucky.
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IF DEADPOOL EVER TALKED TO HIS MOM, HEADS WOULD ROLL.
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"Are you hidin' somethin' from me?"
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"You got a new girl?"
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"Ah forgave him too, Ma." Sam pointed out. "We're all over it."
NOT MENTIONING THE FIGHT A FEW WEEKS AGO. NOPE.
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"Fool in love, Ah say," she sighed, patting Sam on the shoulder. "Alright, alright. But she's gotta come to dinner one of these days."
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He hated Sunday shifts.
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He sighed. "Fine, Ah'll eat somethin'."
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