1181/In the Tent City

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In the Tent City
Date of Scene: 15 April 2020
Location: Hammer Bay
Synopsis: Warren stops by to see how Lorna is handling Genosha
Cast of Characters: Warren Worthington, Lorna Dane




Warren Worthington has posed:
Deciding it was time for another trip to Genosha, Warren arrived with a recent shipment of supplies that had been brought in. It felt like a good time to come back and see how things were going with Lorna and the other survivors. Wearing his designer X-men uniform, he carries a package in one arm as he flies towards the encampment. As he arrives, he makes a gentle landing and gives others smiles and nods of greetings.

"Has anyone seen Lo..." He clears his throat. "Has anyone seen her Majesty? I would like to offer her a gift and see how she is doing." He throws out another smile.

Lorna Dane has posed:
Everyone had seen Lorna, she had been going from tent to tent, replacing any furniture that needed to be made with metal constructs that she herself had formed. And now? Now she stood in the middle of a small crowd of people--there were more than had been there previously. It would seem survivors from the Wakandan encampment had slowly been trickling over. At least those that were healthy enough for the trip. A few people would nod and point Warren in the right direction.

Lorna had her headpiece off, and wore a simplified uniform. The sleeves were slashed to allow for more breathability, and she had traded her boots for sandals. Her arms stretched out above her as she lowered down a new line of pipes from above and into the metal constructed wall that circled the encampment. It would seem there were now attempts to get sewage of some kind properly handled.

As Warren approached, Lorna turned and flashed him a smile, her work more or less complete with the pipes and she could allow others to handle the more intricate details. She was mostly doing the heavy lifting where she could.

"Hello Warren."

Warren Worthington has posed:
Warren follows the people who point in the direction of Lorna, and casually makes his way in that direction, taking a look around to see what progress has been made. When he catches sight of her, a smile comes to his face and he nods at the impressive work that she seems to be doing to improve the conditions of Genoshans.

"Lorna, sorry I didn't come to see you earlier. I hope that you are feeling much better." He gently pats the package in his arms. "I brought you a little present." He holds the package out to her. Inside of it is a boquet of various flowers, all of them green. Carnations and hydrangeas with a few dahlia's and even some spider mums. "I tried to stick with a certain theme." He says with a little laugh. "Anyway, you look to be putting things back together! Very impressive with how things are coming together!"

Lorna Dane has posed:
Lorna nodded Warren along, away from the crowd and toward the tent she'd taken over for herself. There were more and more prefabricated houses set up today, and the tents, thick canvas created structures, were becoming less used for people and more so for supplies that had been flown in on the newest runway spaces that had been cleared.

It would seem Shaw Industries had held it's end of the deal to help with clean up and more than a few sounds of clean up crews could be heard in the distance.

The space she kept as her own was small. A metal table, two chairs, and a few plastic tubs of things. A cot in the corner as well. It was simple, achingly so. And it was clear that she was making a point by spending a few days in Genosha without anything extra... The box was set on the table, and she opened it with a smile and a laugh. "Oh Warren, what am I going to do with all of these?" She mused, still smiling as she carefully took the flowers out and put them on top of the table, setting the box aside.

A glance was spared for him and she sighed again, rubbing her temples. "I've taken it easy, I get migraines still, and it took a full day of rest with an ice pack on my head before the room stopped spining."

Warren Worthington has posed:
Warren follows her along and into the tent that she uses as her abode. His eyes take in the simple table and chairs and plastic tubs. He watches her open up the package and he smiles, "I should have brought a vase or something, I guess, but I thought about pretty green flowers to compliment your pretty green hair. Well, that and I was hoping that for a few days it would bring you smiles as you thought about something other than the work ahead of you."

When she mentions her migraines, his expression becomes concerned and he steps forward, a slight shake of his head. "Should you still be doing so much if you are having these migraines? Lorna, you work so hard, and you are accomplishing a lot, but don't push yourself too hard."

He lifts a hand and runs it through his hair and licks his bottom lip. "I, ah, I worry about you. Just be sure to take time for yourself for rest and a little downtime."

Lorna Dane has posed:
Lorna sighed softly, "I have more people waking up and coming back here every day, Warren. If I'm not careful and give them something to do, they might start in-fighting among other things." She grimaced, rubbing her temples as she made to sit down. She seemed to concentrate, a hand reaching out to the table. A metal shaped vase grew from the top, and held the flowers up that she'd just set down. It was sluggish, but when she was done, there was a simple means to keep the flowers alive.

"It's just the after affects of being mentally whammied so hard. My brain is kind of.. erm.. strange. The electromagnetic fields and what not. They can impact brain function and nerves with a strong enough magnetic force and well.. That's what I am." She shrugged and grimaced as she reached out and sniffed the flowers, a smile pulling at her lips.

"I'll take sometime to go back to the Club at some point and see how things are going this week."

Warren Worthington has posed:
"Ah, and I assume that many want to come home rather than stay in any refugee camp?" Warren asks, watching with some interest as Lorna uses the metal in the table to make a vase. He smiles and looks back over at Lorna. "I only took some basic anatomy classes and science classes, but what I'm assuming is that it means that any sort of mental powers can be a lot more effective on you? See, this is why Logan is so fortunate. Not much to damage in the first place." With a wink, he pulls out a chair for her, then slides out the second chair and flips it around so he can sit leaning on the back of it.

"Speaking of the Club, there's a Masquerade planned in about two-weeks time. I was puzzling over some ideas about what I might go as." He points to his wings with a thumb. "Can't really make those go away, but can incorporate it into what I do. So I could go as one of the Archangels from the Bible, though that might end up offending people." He blinks and something seems to come to mind. "Oh, speaking of offenses. You wouldn't be offended if I made a dumb instagram video where I offered to donate money for every like that I got would you? It might involve a version of that Sara MacLachlan song about being 'touched by an angel'."

He lets that hang there for a moment and then adds, "Oh, and Dazzler said if I was going to do dumb things like that, I could make a calendar of sorts, maybe for 2021. You know, me with puppies or kittens and stuff."

Lorna Dane has posed:
Lorna shrugged lightly, "It means my brain is more prone to problems." She joked lightly, and sighed, leaning an elbow on the metal table and rubbing her temple again with her fingertips once she'd settled in the metal chair. She leaned back briefly closing her eyes as she sighed and listened to Warren speak.

"A Masquerade? I guess I should go." She hmm'ed under her breath. "You could go as an angel, or we could get some paint, and you could be a fallen angel. Be all broody, and dark. That hair spray stuff that washes out could work, right?" She mused, shifting forward to eye his wings better. A smirk dancing on her lips.

As he spoke of fundraising though, she snorted a laugh, shaking her head slightly. "I won't stop you or be offended no. I'm just a little surprised that no one else has done it yet." She grinned and shook her head as Warren spoke of a calendar. "No one actually buys calendars anymore. But they might buy it for pics of you in it."

Warren Worthington has posed:
Warren watches her for a moment and then nods, "I hope that such attacks don't end up hurting you any more. I wish I could do something about it, offer up some solution to preventing such attacks, but that's way outside my area of expertise. I wonder if Jean might be able to help?" He lets out a soft sigh and for a moment it looks as if he wants to say something more serious, but a flicker of humor comes to his eyes, and then he smiles. "I don't know much about any of the mental stuff, and if I had to give anyone an answer about any of it, I'd tell them that maybe the reason I think about the things I think about is my own form of mental defense? Like, can you imagine reading my mind and seeing what's in there? You'd never want to dive back in again!"

"Speaking of fallen angels... I did consider Lucifer in some capacity. Keep the white wings, maybe bleach my hair or dye it white or something, and get some contacts to change my eye color. Pitch black suit and my entire schtick would be to try and convince people that they should engage in the worst, most deviant acts they can think of for the night. You know, really dig into that vibe of a Masquerade where anything goes." He taps his chin. "Though doing some body paint and hair spray to go with a more darker vibe could be fun. What do you think? Red skin with pitch black hair maybe? Fit into a more demonic angelic vibe?"

He grins a little, the grin widening when she says she won't be offended. "Oh that's good. There was some talk of making it a music video with Hank break-dancing in the background. We'll see what comes of it and the calendar. In my head I just thought of these things being both something to do for Genosha, and making mutants a lot more sympathetic to the general public. I know Mr. Luthor gave us both a great answer about what he would do, but I am still trying to talk to Mr. Stark to see what he has to say as well."

Lorna Dane has posed:
Lorna exhaled a breath, letting her hands fall back to the table as she listened, looking a bit amused bit still tired. She was back in Genosha, and here the nightmares didn't end when she opened her eyes. Sleep wasn't something that came easily, nor would it. Not here. "There were reasons my father was so particular about telepaths and spent so much time trying to drill me in defenses against them. But.." She grimaced, and waved her hand. A light smile pulled at her lips and as he spoke in a humorous manner about what went on inside his head. "I dunno, I'm sure there are some people out there that wouldn't mind getting inside your head from time to time." She teased.

She cleared her throat as he shifted topics and she considered him again. "Well, Lucifer was the Morningstar, right? The prettiest, the brightest. We could get some gold leaf, some glitter... You could go dark or light. Up to you." She mused and glanced over him again.

As he spoke of the silliness that he and Hank might get up to, she tsk'ed. "Be careful pulling Hank into this. And with the school. Remember that whole secrecy bits." She murmured, and as he shifted to speaking of the election, she shifted in her chair, and nodded once.

"I have yet to speak or see Stark since Genosha's destruction. I mean, Wanda and Pietro obviously must.. But he hasn't done or said anything that I've seen to support us. Which frankly rankles. Not even the appearance of it."

Warren Worthington has posed:
Seeing at how she was handling discussing the attack and things in general, Warren decides to leave talk of telepaths and what they can do, though at her teasing, he does smile. "Yeah, maybe you're right on that. There's always one person out there for everyone after all." And flashing a grin, he goes into topics that seem to be pulling her mind off of more serious matters and making her smile a little more.

"Oooh, gold leaf and glitter." He puts his elbows on the table and puts his chin on his palms. "Now -that- could be flashy and amusing. But what would you do about an outfit? Would the suit work? Or should I do something like a toga made of some really fancy silk? Or..." He blinks, an idea coming to him. "Half Light-Half-Dark, something about the duality of nature. Where there is good, there must be bad, so on and so forth." He nods and leans back again. "Lorna, you give me the -best- ideas. I wonder how hard it would be to get dye out of a wing. Hrm. I guess I could experiment with some of the washable stuff and see how well it sticks and how easy it is to get out."

He shakes himself out of his costume thoughts and nods, "You're right, and probably shouldn't do any of that. I think really we were just brainstorming on how silly it could be. I mean, can you imagine Hank break-dancing on the floor?" He chuckles as the mental image comes to mind. "As for Stark, you're right, though given his reputation he might be too busy fooling around with his new wife or whatever." He shrugs, "I'm still willing to hear the man out, but I think he's got to say something and soon."

Lorna Dane has posed:
Lorna raised an eyebrow at Warren as he spoke, a faint dry smile on her lips as she listened to him. But as he continued on, sparked by some other idea, she blinked, slightly surprised and not entirely sure what she had said. She tilted her head slightly, "What? Oh... don't give me credit for giving you ideas. That sounds like something that will get me in trouble." She joked lightly, and exhaled a breath, amusement in her gaze.

"You can find wigs that are half colored you know. And I wouldn't worry about getting the dye back out either if you use a wig.." She mused, "That's sort of the point of having a wig." She leaned back in the metal formed chair, and waved a hand. One of the plastic tubs flipped upward, and little magnetics on the inside could be seen laid on the inside. She got up, "Want something to drink? I've got some cans of soda in here.." She offered, grabbing herself a soda and if he chose, bringing him one.

"And no, I doubt Hank would agree to any break-dancing." She added, "You might get some of the kids to help you brainstorm at that rate though.." Some of her smile faded as talk of the election continued.

"Scott likes Stark because he's a hero. But I honestly don't know the man well enough. If he's running for President and is 'too busy' to talk about Genosha and mutant lives, then that tells you he'll be too busy for us when he's in office. That won't change. And frankly, I find it insulting." She muttered, shaking her head.

"We'll just have to wait and see, I guess."

Warren Worthington has posed:
"No, no, see everyone knows that I am who I am, so even if I were to give you credit? They would never believe that sweet, innocent Lorna Dane would ever have been responsible." Warren nods, very sagely. "In fact, they'd think that it was some scheme I dreamt up to try and impress you. Which I guess isn't -totally- wrong, because that is the sort of thing I would do. It's all very complicated." Another nod, followed up with, "Sure! Orange or grape soda if there's any, otherwise whatever you're having is fine."

He drums his fingertips on the table, "Hrm. A wig, yeah, a wig could work but I don't really mind doing the dye thing either, not if it means a more believable get-up. The real work is going to be ordering up the clothing, half white-half black. White shoe with black shoe. White sock with black sock. A tie that is two different colors and split down the middle." Then Warren is smiling, "Oh! Those cufflinks I had for the gala. They had a bunch of different stones in the set, onyx and jade and stuff but one of them was dolomite, so that's already taken care of."

With talk of Scott liking Stark, Warren can't help but laugh a little. "That is totally a Scott opinion for Scott to have. Anyway, I don't really know him that well either, mostly because he's probably old enough to be my dad or something. Or close to it. I've still reached out though, and whatever happens, I will keep you in the loop, Lorna."

Lorna Dane has posed:
Lorna set an orange soda down. She'd had a mix of whatever was in the Mansion brought over eventually, and just sipped at it for caffeine.. They weren't cold though, ice was limited and she'd rather not use that on soda. She settled back in her chair, crossing her legs as she considered him. "No one thinks of me as 'sweet innocent Lorna Dane'! C'mon!" She shook her head once, laughing slightly as she cracked open her own soda and sipped at it.

"And all of that isn't hard Warren. Get two different suits, same style, different color, and ask the tailor to sew them up the center. That's really not that crazy. I mean some of the lining in the back might be annoying, but if they're starting from the original cut, it wouldn't take that long." She drawled, and arched a brow.

"I made all of my uniforms, sewing isn't that bad." Of course, she also had the power to magnetically run a sewing machine, pins, and scissors all with a wave of her hands.

"Anyways, Stark isn't that old. He's just another rich white guy running for office. One that already has a reputation for being an Avenger. So. There's that."

Warren Worthington has posed:
Warren takes the soda with a grateful nod and pops it open before taking a sip, not seeming bothered at all that it's not cold. "I'm sure a few people do. I at least think of you as 'sweet', so that counts for something, right?" He looks at her over his soda can as he takes a second sip.

"Yeah, probably a little more time consuming than difficult. So I am thinking if I'm going to do this, I should get out and about suit shopping later this week, just to make sure that there's enough time for the work to be finished and any alterations done if any need to be done." He blinks over at her at the mention of her uniforms. "Did you!? I am impressed and damn, you are really talented! I never had much knack for anything like that or any craft myself, but I'm always impressed to see what talents like you, or Piotr with his artwork, can come up with."

He stretches his neck one way and then the other as he thinks about Stark. "You know, we may need to start recruiting some mutants to run for various political offices before too long. A few congresspeople or a governor or two might be a big help."

Lorna Dane has posed:
Lorna rolled her eyes, "What gave you the impression that I was 'sweet'?" She offered, sipping at her soda. "Not bad ass, or crazy... or .." She trailed off and sighed, shaking her head. "I'm bad at describing myself." She added and reached up to rub the bridge of her nose. A shift in her seat followed as she settled her feet on the canvas drop cloth of the tent's floor.

"And eh... it's cheating with me. Remember, it's all magnetic. Most sewing supplies are steel." She drawled and lifted her hand over her sleeve. "And I can also do this.." She drawled, and the metal wrapped fibers of her sleeves sealed shut into a full sleeve again and then pulled apart. "Most of my fabric is also fused with metal. I figured out how to do it with iron filings." She shrugged, a small rise and fall of her slight shoulders.

"Why don't you run for office?"

Warren Worthington has posed:
"Oh, you are certainly a bad ass to be sure, but crazy? No, that's not a word I'd ever use, Lorna." Warren shakes his head and smiles, "Unless you mean that compared to the 'normal' people..." he makes quotation marks gestures with one hand when saying the word normal, "... who can't understand why we all put on the uniforms to do what we do. Helping people and using our gifts to do good and help people out."

He watches her use her abilities to toy with her sleeves and laughs, "That's not cheating, you're selling yourself short there. Listen to what you just said about figuring out how to do things with iron filings, all of the thought put into the clothes to compliment your abilites, and to incorporate it all together in the crafting process? Pah, that's impressive, not cheating at all!"

He swallows another sip of his soda and shakes his head. "I don't think I'm old enough, also don't people have an expectation that their leaders get married or something? I don't know that I'm ready for all that. I need to go a year teaching at the school first, I think. See how that goes."

Lorna Dane has posed:
Lorna shrugged once, "You never saw me growing up. I was that crazy bipolar kid, with green hair, and some tragic story. I was in and out of all kinds of trouble before I was found at Xavier's." She murmured, and her lips twitched slightly, "I had good grades, and a bad attitude is what they told me." She sipped at her soda and considered Warren again.

"My father made all of his uniforms. He certainly didn't trust people to do that for him. Where else is Magneto going to get a massive purple cape?" She drawled, and laughed softly, but it was restrained with the mention of her father. She missed him, a great deal, and it shown in how often she spoke of him, and the flicker of emotion in her gaze.

"Anyways... you have plenty of money to get a position somewhere if you wanted to dip your toes into politics. You could do it. But that would definitely cut into what little free time you have."

Warren Worthington has posed:
Warren looks to Lorna and shakes his head slightly, "Lorna, who you were growing up is what made you into the woman you are today, and I -like- that woman, green hair and all. And I don't know what it was like to be bipolar, but I do know what feeling depressed is like, or feeling unwanted. I've accepted I have some father issues and it's something that I wonder may flair up whenever the time comes that I have kids of my own. Like how much will I over compensate my own feelings of being unwanted? Will I be too much that it pushes them away? It's silly, I know, but life throws some real stuff at you, you know?"

He lets out a breath and shakes his head. "Your father had some style, and those capes were pretty bad ass, but I do think trusting people is important. Now more than ever, being able to know others have your back is important, and I hope you know that I'll have yours." He smiles, a warm smile meant to convey both sympathy and support.

"Ha, I'll give it some more thought. You've certainly helped inspire me to try to do and be more, Lorna."

Lorna Dane has posed:
Lorna stood up as Warren spoke, sliding over to try to steal his hand if he allowed it. "Hey," She would lean forward, toward him slightly as she spoke. "If you ever want to be a dad, and you ever do have kids. You'll be a good one. You care, and that's a big important thing that most people can't just learn, Warren." She offered, "You'd be a good father, I think. If that was ever anything you wanted." She would draw back then, and pick up her soda can, draining it and tossing the empty can into the corner of her tent.

"I know you'll have my back. That the X-men and several others will. It's just.. heh.." She exhaled a breath, "I can't exactly keep you all in my back pocket all the time when I have to deal with folks I don't entirely trust either." She grimaced and waved away her thoughts as she sat back down after having paced a step or two about her tent.

"Oh gosh, don't be all inspired, that's going to make me sound like some motivational speaker." She teased.

Warren Worthington has posed:
Warren watches Lorna stand up and lets her take his hand, glancing down at it for a moment. "Oh, you are, ah..." He blushes a little and runs his other hand through his hair in an embarrassed fashion. "Yeah, I guess you are probably right but things just linger in the back of one's mind, you know?" He licks his bottom lip and laughs lightly, "Thank you, Lorna."

"More of us will be around to help with things, though. Not all of the time, sure, but I can also start working on putting together a plan to design and build a residential building or two if you'd like. It'll take some time for the architectural stuff, but once that's done that can put people here to work rebuilding their city and give people a place to live. Not to mention that I would certainly take residence in a place like that for when I am here." He then shakes his head, "And no, I didn't mean it as like a motivational speaker, I meant more that you're going to be a great queen."

Lorna Dane has posed:
It was Lorna's turn to blush as Warren once more complimented her being Queen of the island. She averted her gaze, biting her lower lip as she crossed her legs and propped her chin up with a hand. "I've thought about abdicating, you know? I don't.. I never wanted this. I didn't want to be Queen. It had never been my intention when I came here.. I just.. I wanted to confront Magneto. To hold him accountable for all the years he'd left me alone. Abandoned me. Everything.. All of it.. and I did. I just.. people needed me and I found hard to say no." She grimaced, and glanced back at Warren.

"Wanda and Pietro could take over.. maybe. I doubt they'd want it though. Maybe I should just throw in the towel on the whole monarchy concept.." She muttered.

Warren Worthington has posed:
Warren nods slowly as he listens, "Admittedly, the idea of a monarchy does seem a little foreign to my brain. The perk of growing up in the U.S., I guess. Maybe you can transition things into a, um, what's it called?" He narrows his eyes for a moment and shakes his head, "Like what they have in England. You can be the Head of State, but have citizens of Genosha vote on a Parliament or something and one person becomes the Head of Government? I think that's how it works anyway."

"But until things are rebuilt, people will need a leader to guide them through these tough times. Pietro seems capable enough, but I don't know if he's what Genosha needs. I'm not sure about Wanda, but I believe in you, and from what I've seen the people are rallying around you as well."

Lorna Dane has posed:
Lorna nodded in agreement, "I know, right? It feels so archaic. I hate whole concept of anyone thinking that I'm better or anything because I have a fancy title. I'm not." She grimaced, and shook her head as she reached up and combed her fingers through her hair. She exhaled a breath, and let her hands fall away. The sewn in hair extensions were still there, and likely would be a for a while yet.

"Anyways, what you're talking about is a Constitutional Monarchy. And we had something like that before. We had a Council of elected members. It was all like that. Similar." She mused, and sighed, "But we can't have an election for any of that soon. I dunno. I have to deal with people that I'm not really happy to deal with. But if I don't they'll cause trouble for sure." She made a face and glanced back to Warren.

"You're not wrong. People want someone to be in charge right now.."

Warren Worthington has posed:
"Right? But that's just one of the reasons that I think it's because you feel that way, that's what makes you so good for the role." Warren reaches for his soda and finally drinks the rest of it, letting out a breath as he puts the empty can on the table before him.

"Constitutional Monarchy, got it." He nods and winces a little, "True, elections do have to wait until life returns to normal. As for dealing with those you're not happy to, do you have anyone at your side that you can trust and rely on a lot? Maybe if you had them at those meetings it might make them a little less unpleasant. Having a familiar face like that can be a good source of strength in times you need it the most."

Lorna Dane has posed:
Lorna hmm'ed under her breath, considering what Warren said and she smiled at him, "Well, fair enough. I feel like the list of people out there that find monarchy natural is a bit small." She teased, and stretched her arms over her head, stifling a yawn as she did so. She rubbed her eyes, "Gosh, I need to take another break. I get tired far too easily these days." Mostly because she didn't sleep well to begin with.

"I dunno, I'll have to give it some thought. Maybe Emma, or Jean would be useful." She murmured, people that she trusted and were telepaths. Useful people to have around.

Warren Worthington has posed:
Warren grins a little at her teasing, and then stands up as she mentions a break. "You should take a nap for a while. Recoup some of your strength and energy and hopefully you'll feel better!" He walks over to the bin and drops his empty can inside. "I'll be around for a bit longer if you need any help with anything, but please.. rest and feel better." He sketches a little bow towards her, grinning. "We all want you to to look after yourself first after all."