[ i'm freezing and losing my way ]

[superxgrlfriend.livejournal.com]

WHO: Monet and Jamie.
WHERE: MAC X-Factor HQ under construction.
WHEN: REAL TIME.
WARNINGS: Unresolved sexual tension.
SUMMARY: Remaining members of X-Factor derping around.
FORMAT: Parafactor and whatever.



The winter air was biting as Monet made her way over to the MAC building, her light leather coat doing nothing to insulate her. Jamie owed her at least one fairly expensive date in exchange for her suffering the elements, his ridiculous bossiness and manual labor. It was the least she deserved.

She found her way there easily enough; it was the only door that boasted a crudely written X-Factor Investigations sign, and underneath, a hastily scribbled James Madrox. Shaking her head, she sighed, and without knocking, opened the door.

Comments

[jamie-prime.livejournal.com]

[ He'd been looking at the menu for a minute, then just looked up at her blankly for a minute, and without blinking (or looking back down), ran his finger down the menu and stopped like he were spinning the wheel on the Price is Right. He looked down. ]

Uhhhmm... soba noodles.

[superxgrlfriend.livejournal.com]

[ Had been raising a cup of tea to her mouth, but she had to stop to laugh. Amazing. ]

In a world where you're the lone anti-hero, your fatal flaw would be indecision so ridiculous you can't even decide what to eat for lunch.

[jamie-prime.livejournal.com]

People have that problem all the time, Monet. I just have a more efficient way of choosing.

After all, [ he said, raising the beer he'd ordered, ] impulse and chance are two key characteristics of being noir.

[superxgrlfriend.livejournal.com]

Creating the exact number of dupes necessary to exercise all options doesn't quite count as choosing, Madrox.

[ She twirled the chopsticks around in her hand. ]

It doesn't feel all that noir, either.

[jamie-prime.livejournal.com]

I do fine. [ He was lying. ]

[ He took a sip of his beer. ] Besides, we didn't come here to talk about how useless I am, did we?

[superxgrlfriend.livejournal.com]

You're not useless. Confused, and not very fashionable, but not useless.

You do have quite good taste in lunch companions.

[jamie-prime.livejournal.com]

Well, it's nice to be right about something for once. [ He smiled, and looked down at the hand touching on the condensation of his beer. ]

You've got some good friends, [ He paused and looked up. ] I don't think you've ever told me about them.

[superxgrlfriend.livejournal.com]

Don't get used to it. It likely won't happen again for some time.

[ She paused. ]

There's hardly much to tell. Emma Frost and Sean Cassidy ran a mutant boarding school in Massachusetts. Jono, Paige, Angelo and I played the part of junior X-Men for years -- teenage angst, a danger room, recurring villains and all. Then Emma went a little loopy after she killed her sister, and Sean became an alcoholic after Moira MacTaggert died. We ended up leaving at around the time I met you for the first time. In Paris.