New York - X-Mansion - Kitchen

[Hollywood Heidi]

Kitchen









Located on the ground floor

[Hollywood Heidi]

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A little over an hour after locating Logan with Cerebro and Maeve's teleported trip to Kenya to recruit Logan

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Thursday, the day Charles and his crew meet Maeve and agree to help free Erik has come to an end.

Friday morning and afternoon pass and it is now around the time a normal work day ends.

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A couple hours have passed.

Charles, Jean, Logan, Maeve, and Peter had finished plans for breaking Erik out of Trask Industries.

Maeve has left a van from the cleaning company at the arranged landing spot with uniforms inside, ready and waiting for the rest of the team who'll be arrival shortly.

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Erik was successfully broken out of Trask Industries.

Friday has come to an end.

It is now Saturday, October 25, 1975, late morning.

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A few hours pass.

It is now early afternoon.

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The rest of Saturday passes.

It is now Sunday, October 26, 1975, late morning.

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[Ariel]

"Oh yeah...daddy likey," Peter uttered to himself as he loaded up three hot dogs he had made with as many toppings as he could find in the fridge. It was as if the boy had never eaten in his life, when truly his speed conjured up quite the appetite. Squeezing mustard over the three buns filled with hot dog, relish, bacon, onions, ketchup and who knows what else, Peter's eyes were gleaming over the mound of food he just made. Grabbing a handful of shredded cheese, he covered the tops of the hot dogs and took a step backwards to admire his work, "Just like Picasso," Peter nodded, rubbing his hands together. Scooping up one of the hot dogs, he held the mound together as he took his first bite.

[Hollywood Heidi]

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The doorbell chimes a bit sharper and

longer than usual, indicating the

arrival of a possibly agitated visitor.

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[The Jester Of Tortuga]

***Hope enters from her Dorm***

After throwing on some yellow boots (and apparently needing to learn how to walk in footwear with thick soles) Hope eventually managed to track down Peter after she heard his voice coming from the Kitchen talking about his Dad liking Picasso or some such thing. Slowly she entered the kitchen, her balance wavering a couple of times before she ran her hands down her mustard yellow dress and through her red hair as the nerves ate her alive.

As Hope tries to speak afrog catches in her throat causing her to lightly cough.

"Um, hi..." was all she could come up with to follow up the cough.

[Ariel]

To Peter, it seemed as if he was just simply enjoying every bite of his delicious delicacy, savoring every bit of the flavor. However to any normal human eye that could see him in this moment, his movements were rapid with speed as his head whipped back and forth savagely devouring the food in his hand. Suddenly, the sound of a cough entered the kitchen and catching Peter by surprise, his head jolted upwards from his food to see who was there. His eyes met with Hope's, who was standing in the kitchen wearing a yellow dress - one of the outfits Jean and Peter had picked out for her at the mall. His mouth gaped own slightly in awe. He marveled at the way the colour of the dress made her eyes and beautiful locks of red radiate more than ever before, which he didn't even know was possible. Peter was so captivated in the moment, that he didn't even realize that the remaining half of his hot dog had slipped out of his hand until it was halfway in slow motion to meet the kitchen floor. Peter lunged to catch it, bun and all, just in the nick of time before it only took him half a second to zoom over to where Hope was standing.

"Um, hi..."

"Heeey," Peter spoke bashfully, completely embarrassed by his actions as he scratched the back of his head nervously with his free hand, "Sorry about that, must've looked like a total loser. I uh, I saved it though," Peter rambled as he looked down at the half eaten hot dog in his hand before looking back up at Hope, "I'd offer you a bite, but I suppose you wouldn't want to get your new dress messy," Peter affirmed, trying his best not to be rude to the lady in the kitchen, "You look great by the way. Not that you didn't before, I just really dig this look for you,"  Peter audibly cleared his throat before pressing forward to the conversation, "How do you like the rest of the outfits? I picked them out myself...well, Jean helped a little, but it was basically me." Peter asked Hope as he boasted in his own cool dude fashion, trying to impress her.

[The Jester Of Tortuga]

"I'd offer you a bite, but I suppose you wouldn't want to get your new dress messy,""You look great by the way. Not that you didn't before, I just really dig this look for you,""How do you like the rest of the outfits? I picked them out myself...well, Jean helped a little, but it was basically me."

Hope could feel a warmth building up in her cheeks and quickly spreading, not just at at the compliment Peter had given her but also at the thought of her Mother picking out and outfit that someone else thought made her look good. That was normal right? Most people have a time in their life when a parent picks out something just to make them look good and not because Nate said a pretty coloured dress will only act as a signal flare getting you caught or dead. Hope found herself staring at the boots she had chosen, guilt over the moment of resentment washing over her.

"Thanks..." was all Hope could choke out as she drew circles on the ground with her foot, her face still beet red. "Most of the other stuff isnt. I mean its not." Hope stammered unsure how to put her racing thoughts into words. "I dont want you to think im ungrateful, its just everything I've ever worn had to serve a purpose, surv.." Hope stopped herself unsure just how much she should or could reveal to Peter. "I've just never worn anything like this before. Is it really ok?"

[Ariel]

"Thanks..." "Most of the other stuff isnt. I mean its not." "I dont want you to think im ungrateful, its just everything I've ever worn had to serve a purpose, surv.."  "I've just never worn anything like this before. Is it really ok?"

Peter could tell that Hope was unsure. Insecure, even. That was the last thing that he wanted to assume of her. But surely, Hope did not realize just how awesome she looked in this moment. A reflection that she could not see of herself, but only Peter had the power to see. It made his heart drop slightly, as no girl as precious as Hope should feel this certain way. Peter took a step back, and crossing one arm over his chest, he placed his opposite shoulder into the resting palm on his chest, allowing a single finger connecting with his thumb to rest on his chin, "Okay, okay. Hold on - turn around," Peter released his chin from it's clutches to motion Hope to twirl around, "Okay, okay. Now put your hands on your hips," Peter instructed her, "Okay now...do the funky chicken." Suddenly, Peter cracked a wide open grin, insinuating that he was kidding around with the last part, "Hope, for real?" He threw his hands up slightly, as he took a step in towards her again with a relaxed softness as he genuinely grinned in her direction, "You look amazing. Don't let anyone tell you different, alright? Not if they wanna mess with this." Peter gestured towards himself extravagantly, a little too over bearingly. He chuckled slightly before turning the attention back onto her, "...Too much?" Peter bashfully questioned, still half joking. But also not, because if anyone were to mess with Hope, they would surely have to deal with him first.

[The Jester Of Tortuga]

She followed his instructions, twirling and placing her hands on her hips until he started talking about animals, did he think she was a shapeshifter? While this part of the conversation had become lost on her Peter kept on driving forward with his words.

"You look amazing. Don't let anyone tell you different, alright? Not if they wanna mess with this.""...Too much?"

He said she looked amazing, Hope felt cold and hot at the same time. She could feel things in kitchen begging to move at her power, the momentary laspe sparking a riot of telepathy. Her cheeks burned, she was smiling despite all attempts not to. The feelings brewing inside her scared her, she had faced giant robot Sentinels and spent most of her life running and fighting from a cult who believed that she would become some godlike figure, but feeling things like this, no amount of training could have prepared her. Yet there was something about being near Peter that made it not so scary, it wasnt all the feats he ad accomplished, or would accomplish but it was just him. Over confident sure but something about him made her believe he could back that confidence up.

"Wow, you really are nothing like moody, jerk of a troublemaker Scarlet said you are." Hope said smiling to herself before she caught her slip up. "I mean whats a funky chicken? i was picturing a chicken dressed up like Dazzler but I cant shapeshift or mimic people. Wait is Dazzler even a thing yet? I only seen an old record of like one time, oh god are records even a thing?" Hope could feel the embarrasment eating away at her, she would have given anything for the ground to just open up and swallow her right then and there. Instead she did the next best thing she could think of and shutdown, sinking to a squat and burying her face in her hands.

[Hollywood Heidi]

***Maeve enters from New York - X-Mansion - Foyer***


The mental image of Logan standing at the front of a classroom with a pointing stick, gesturing at writing on the board almost had her chuckling as she rounded the kitchen door... and almost stumbled over something on the ground. Maeve stopped abruptly, immediately squatting down next to a girl wound up into a ball on the floor. "Hey, is everything okay?" she asked, temporary amusement and all her other inner emotional turmoil and issues melting away with the concern that filled her.

Maeve was rubbing soothing circles on the girl's back, looking up to take in the other room's occupant and finding it to be the person she was most looking forward to seeing again. She sent Peter a warm smile and a whispered 'hi' before her featured turned back to concern as she asked, "What happened?"

[Ariel]

Peter's expression crumbled into confusion as Hope lowered herself dramatically to the floor, sinking her face into her hands. He wasn't sure what exactly had just happened, but she appeared to be rather embarrassed of her rambling words. Unsure of what to do, he began to take a step forward towards where Hope was crouched down on the floor to console her out of her minor misery. That was, until an unexpected visitor walked in, and nearly tripped over Hope.

"Hey, is everything okay?"

Peter stopped in his tracks, his eyes widened in surprise. Maeve, was she...really here? She had left so abruptly, just as they were becoming somewhat friends. It initially rubbed Peter the wrong way, and he didn't know if he would ever see her again. And yet here she was, lowered to the ground comforting Hope.

 'hi'

"Hey...," Peter's surprise bled into his tone. His greeting to Maeve trailed off into silence, still rather shocked that she had returned and for once he was actually unsure of what to say. Though, Peter hadn't forgotten about Hope currently crumbled in dismay by his feet as he moved his attention swiftly between the two women.

"What happened?" 

"I'm not exactly sure," Peter confirmed as he was still rather puzzled, " One moment she was going on about dazzlers and records, and then the next she crumbled to the floor like a Christmas cookie." Peter gave Maeve the low down, knowing Hope was in capable hands at the moment.

[The Jester Of Tortuga]

What had happened?

She didn't really know the details of just how the world ended up in state it was in, mutants all but extinct, sentinels always on the prowl, she had heard about something called Master Mold but had never actually seen it. The only things she really knew for sure was that she was born a decade or so from the current time she was in, taken to the future to train her powers and then her brother/father figure sent her back in time before she was born to attend a type of high school with her teenage mother and father. However none of that seemed to compare to the pure unadulterated embarrasment she was feeling. A secret that had left her walking on eggshells, would anything she did change the future? Should she change the future? Does she have a right to change the future? Wouldn't all these people want to know they all perish in some horrible ways and can change how it ends? Then there is always the what if telling them is the cause of it all? All these questions swirling around in her head all because she didn't understand what a funky chicken was.

With a breathe and the soothing back rub from Maeve Hope lowered her hands from her face but continued to look at the ground.

"I'm fine, I just didn't know how to shape shift into a funky chicken like Peter asked and then said somethings that I dont know if they exist yet so I started talking faster and my face felt really hot and all my words just kept making everything worse until I wanted the ground to swallow me so this seemed like the next best step."

[Hollywood Heidi]

Maeve's puzzled expression matched Peter's and as the girl followed up, Maeve grew even more puzzled to the point of being speechless a few moments as her mind tried to piece together some understanding of what she the girl was saying. The girl seemed to have had some sort of breakdown. As a person who grew up in a time of tough love where children were raised to be made of sterner stuff, she couldn't quite grasp what caused such a spiral, and at the hands of someone who she'd witnessed as funny and charming. The darkest she'd ever witnessed Peter being, if you could even call it dark, was his biting sarcasm, but even that was on the humorous side.

"Sweetie, Funky Chicken is a dance move," she finally replied as it was the only thing she could make proper sense of so far in what the girl had said. "Why don't we have Peter demonstrate."

Maeve looked up at him expectantly with a hint of a mischievous 'you brought it up' in her smile and a nod of encouragement in case he was thinking it might hardly seem the time, but in times where there was no real threat, only emotional turmoil, humorous distraction could be the best medicine.

[Ariel]

"Sweetie, Funky Chicken is a dance move," "Why don't we have Peter demonstrate."


Peter tipped his forehead slightly, raising his eyebrows at Maeve. But he knew she wasn't joking, and her daring smile was evident of that. Sighing inwardly in defeat, he knew exactly what he had to do. At this point, anything to perhaps bring some sort of smile to Hope. Or get her mind off of her woes, at least.

"Well, I have arrived to this moment ill prepared, but...," Peter wished he had his walkman on him in the moment to get him into the groove, but regardless he tucked his fists just below his armpits as he moved his arms in a flapping motion whilst finding the hop in his feet, kicking his legs back one by one. He repeated this dancing motion for a few elongated moments, before crossing his feet in front of one another for a finishing twirl. Landing on his twirl in front of the girls, he held his hands out by his sides for validation, "So?...Quit my day job or...?" Peter asked with slight playful sarcasm, aware of just how ridiculous he might have looked just now.

[The Jester Of Tortuga]

It was a dance?

A real weird looking dance that involved flapping ones arms. Hope couldnt help but wonder if a 'Funky Chicken' was a thing to this time period.

"So?...Quit my day job or...?"

"I-I liked the twirl." Hope mumbled to herself the dance moves still seemingly uncomprhensible to her. "I danced once, when I was little. the world isn't so bad when I was little. Nate put me on his feet and we twirled around to some music. It has a saxophone and the singer sang about how he couldn't dance again for some reason I never picked up on. Nate said he found ot about the song through Wade, an annoying friend of his."

To the two she was talking to it probably sounded like a nice memory and it was, the world truly wasn't as bad as it was when she left. Buildings still stood outside of main centers, mutants could still be free to some degree, unfortunately it didn't last long.

"But why would you quit your day job?" Hope tilted her head to the side and looked at Peter, a serious expression on her face. "Surely they wouldn't make you leave the X-men for doing a bad dance right?"

[Ariel]

"I-I liked the twirl." 
"But why would you quit your day job?"

"Eh, y'know, in case I'm destined for stardom," Peter flexed into a snapshot model pose before relaxing his composure, "But really...are you good, Hope? Peter composed himself in sincerity for a moment to address the real situation going on in the room, "If you need to talk...well, we're here." He nodded assertively. He had a heartfelt spot for mutants that were going through some though shit. Hell, Peter himself had been through high and hell water to get to this point. Even when he seemed like he made it easy. It wasn't at all. He was still struggling with his past, with his biological father and all. Nonetheless, his main goal was to make Hope feel safe. And he was adamant on that point.

[Hollywood Heidi]

"Surely they wouldn't make you leave the X-men for doing a bad dance right?"

A small laugh escaped Maeve. The X-Men? Is that what they called themselves here? The comment stuck in her head as something to bring up at a later time.


"Eh, y'know, in case I'm destined for stardom," "But really...are you good, Hope? "If you need to talk...well, we're here."

"She's going to be just fine," Maeve said confidently with an encouraging smile as she held her hands out. "Come now, mon cher. To your feet." She helped the girl up. "Peter is right. This place is filled with like-people who understand," she said, walking her over to the table. "I'm Maeve, by the way, and Hope," she said, recalling the name Peter had just called her, "if you ever need a woman to talk to, I'll be around." The last, she said more quietly, insinuating her respect for privacy, should Hope ask it of her if she did decide to seek her out.

Settling Hope into a chair, she turned to finally get a proper greeting with Peter. She grinned with a fondness, feeling even more now toward him due to his familial connection to Erik, especially when he'd given that cocky side grin that mirrored his father's a moment ago. The fact she was currently pissed off at Erik did not falter any of the fondness she felt toward Peter. He'd earned that on his own.

"It's good to see you again, Speedy," she said from her spot near the table, feeling a bit awkward and out of practice with the whole social aspects of life. The person she was before everything, before she'd shut herself out for so long, may have even closed the distance to initiate a hug.

[The Jester Of Tortuga]

Maeve helped Hope up and sat her down before formly introducing herself and talking to Peter. This in turn left Hope to get lost in her own thoughts. She ran the name through her head, Maeve, Maeve, Maeve, Maeve... Not a single story or deed stuck out to her, no passing comments or minor roles in any other tale she had been told by Nate or the other dwindling mutant population they came across.

'Maybe she's from a different time too. She has to be or otherwise Nate would have mentioned her at some point and he mentioned everyone he could; the good and the bad.'

The thoughts and ideas clashed in her mind.

'Though he can't know everybody who was ever within these walls, he isn't all knowing. Prehaps she didn't do anything worth a tall tale or her deeds were just lost to the tides of time. Either way they seemed more likely than another time traveller.'

Hopes thoughts then drift to her offer of girl talk and how uncomfortable certain topics had made Nate over the years. Part of Hope had always wanted to grow up in a normal time where she could get emotional and sit on a nice comfy bed and chat about things with her Mother. Though she guessed she kind of could now though she couldn't imagine it being the same even if Jean did have some motherly aura to her. The more she dwelt on the idea the weirder it seemed to be giving her the impression that if Jean Grey and Scott Summers ever found out that she was Hope Summers their daughter things would just get too weird to handle. Panic began to set in again as Hope began to think of all things she had yet even ponder, does she need a fake last name? She could use Nates right? That wouldn't work as he's a Summers too. Maybe she was putting too much thought into it, sure there must be enough that another Summers popping up would be a coincidence. The implications of time travel were way too hard on her brain.

[Ariel]

"It's good to see you again, Speedy,"

Peter had been rather miffed at Maeve ever since she had left without a single goodbye. No explanation or reason. And now here she was, right in front of him. He hadn't been sure if he had been mad with her leaving, or mad at himself for getting attached to her as a good friend. One thing Peter was sure of though, and that he was glad to see her again too.

"You kinda peaced out pretty quick there, Ghosty, that was kind of a flat out bummer," Peter's body language relaxed, indicating a forgiving manner before pressing forward into the conversation, "But whatever reason it was for, I guess you're off the hook for now." He winked at her genuinely, before returning his concerned attention back onto Hope, "Do you need to go chill somewhere or talk to someone?" Peter asked as she still appeared to be in distress.

[Hollywood Heidi]

"You kinda peaced out pretty quick there, Ghosty, that was kind of a flat out bummer," "But whatever reason it was for, I guess you're off the hook for now."

Guilt and worry over the upset she'd caused him crept up on her, but then the stiffness of his posture relaxed as he sent a wink her direction, indicating forgiveness, which gave her a sense of relief.

Guilt and worry were constant companions since her sister's disappearance, but it had been a long time since she'd had these kinds of feelings for a person other than her sister. His initial reaction helped serve as a reminder as to why she cut herself off from people. Caring about anyone or anything outside of finding her sister was a distraction she couldn't afford, and allowing others to come to care for her was worse. Not only did they create more distractions with their constant want to discuss their worry on your behalf, but some--particularly one extremely stubborn, irritatingly hard-headed metal controlling mutant--also tried to make themselves a barrier by standing in the path you'd set for yourself in an attempt to reroute you. Or in specifically aforementioned mutant's case, demand it.

With these realizations, Maeve got hold of herself and tried to rough out the softened edges that had begun to appear. Pulling herself from her thoughts, she was glad to see that Peter's attention had gone to Hope once again, so he hadn't been witness to hints of what had gone through her mind that might have been on her expression as they went back to a more serious, unreadable one. Though the softness was still there behind the facade as it would take some time to try to rid herself of it; or to fool herself into thinking she had.


"Do you need to go chill somewhere or talk to someone?"

Maeve turned to look at Hope, frowning slightly over the thought of what the world would do to someone who seemed to crumble so easily. She half sat on the edge of the table, placing a finger under Hope's chin to gently raise her face to look up toward her. "Mon cher," she began, trying to instill a little softness into a serious warning, "I hate to have to tell you that the world has always been unjust and unkind toward our gender and now, with a stigma growing toward mutants, it's becoming doubly difficult for us. Work out what's troubling you; anything that might be keeping you down. Talk to someone, or many someones. Learn through their experiences. Try to find as much strength and enlightenment as you can on your own terms. Trust me, it's far less painful than learning it from circumstances created by bad people who may cross your path." Also far less damaging, long-term or permanently so, and far less time consuming if you don't first have to pick up and repair the crumbled pieces of yourself, but that was more reality than she wanted to shine the light on to someone so young and hopefully still full of hope and optimism. "And it may help you to recognize and avoid those kinds of people."

This was suddenly feeling too real and too personally revealing; and didn't she just remind herself of the consequences of forming attachments? Maeve pushed herself off the table's edge and started for the fridge. "I'm starved," she explained over her sudden detachment from the other two, both physically and emotionally. She continued on the previous topic in a more casual tone as she opened the fridge door. "Have you talked to Charles yet? Or Mr. Xavier...or... what do you kids refer to him as?" she asked, glancing over her shoulder to Peter momentarily before turning back to study the contents of the fridge. "He certainly loves to talk," she added, this time, her tone dry and slightly annoyed as if begrudgingly admitting that what she really meant was that he was good at talking.

[The Jester Of Tortuga]

Hope unintentionally snorted out a laugh before quickly slapping a hand over her face. It wasn't her intention to be rude or show any kind of disrespect she just found the warning kind of funny. Everything she said was true, the world has always kinda of sucked. Apocalypse comes and goes like nobodies business, granted she had never had to actually face him but she heard the tales of his 'one race under my rule' bs. The Veitnam War was over, everyone was mostly at peace with each other however rocky it may be. The mutants in this time haven't been hunted to the point of being an endangered species. There is no fear from The Pheonix here. Everything has a level of carefreeness going for it all yet Hope still struggles against inner turmoil. Is here mere presence here changing the future? Did she have any right to? Did she have an obligation to change the future? Warn everyone about the coming threats over the decades. Save the lives of pretty much every in the mansion, beyond the mansion.

"Sorry. Um, yeah I've cross paths with Professor Charles Xavier." it was hard to say his name without the historical reverence she had learned. "One day soon his speeches will inspire masses and start a great change. Atleast until hatreed and fear break through and send the would spiraling into chaos in a cloud of sentinels." Hope mumbled the last part under her breath. "I should go..." Hope faced Peter to adress him "You looked so excited to see her, I'm sure you have much to catch up on and I don't want to be a third wheel."

[Ariel]

"Sorry. Um, yeah I've cross paths with Professor Charles Xavier." "One day soon his speeches will inspire masses and start a great change. Atleast until hatreed and fear break through and send the would spiraling into chaos in a cloud of sentinels."  "I should go..."  "You looked so excited to see her, I'm sure you have much to catch up on and I don't want to be a third wheel."

Peter had taken a slight backseat in the conversation as Maeve and Hope had exchanged a few words. He nodded in agreement with Hope that Charles was a great man, and that his work would someday pay off. Peter suddenly turned his attention directly towards Hope as she announced her abrupt dire to exit, "Hey now, in this place no one's a third wheel," Peter said affirmingly as he didn't want her to feel put out of the conversation, "But if you gotta jet, then that's okay." He said with a half grin, slightly disappointed that she was going to leave. But it also provided room for Peter to catch up with Maeve in a more private manner, and he knew he would see Hope later anyways.

[Hollywood Heidi]

Maeve had made note of the odd reaction Hope had had to her words, but brushed them off as emotional mix-ups due to the emotional turmoil the girl seemed to be experiencing. Massive changes and hormones of simply being a teenager was enough to send a person into an emotional turmoil. She remembered--and did not miss--those days. She had no idea what else might be going on in the girl's personal life, and the reality of who she was and more importantly, the fact that she wasn't even from their time was nowhere near the spectrum of possibilities Maeve would ever even have thought of to consider.

But she reminded herself to stop with distractions outside of her sister, and so she pushed those thoughts away. She concentrated on the contents of the fridge to distract herself from the nagging pull to care.


"Sorry. Um, yeah I've cross paths with Professor Charles Xavier." "One day soon his speeches will inspire masses and start a great change..."

Pulling out a leftover to-go Chinese food box, Maeve opened it and gave it a glance and testing sniff as she heard the murmur of Hope muttering under her breath. She couldn't make out what Hope was saying as it seemed it wasn't meant for her ears, but there was one word that had her pausing with her eyes widened in surprise. 'Sentinel'. She could have sworn she heard that word amongst the quiet mumbling. Ears had a way of catching very triggering words, even when one wasn't meant to clearly hear them or wasn't making an effort of listen closely. Maeve was glad that her back was still to them so that she could school her features before closing the fridge and turning back with her neutral expression in place.

She searched the drawers for a fork, wondering how in the world this young girl knew about a top secret, archived Trask project. But she wouldn't dare bring it up with anybody else around. The less who knew about it, the better. It was a shelved project, after all, rejected by the government and wouldn't go anywhere without very considerable funding. Still, the girl knew about it. Was she related to someone from Trask? Had she been held at one of their facilities at some point--that would explain why she acted as if she'd been through something more traumatic than just going through teenage years--and had seen something or overheard a Trask employee sloppily discussing top secret topics in front of captives?

Maeve would find the soonest opportunity to find herself alone with Hope in order to address it. In the meantime, she took care of her hunger, stabbing a bit of the Szechuan beef and chewing as she assessed, giving an 'it's alright' humming sound as she gathered more onto the fork.


"I should go..." "You looked so excited to see her, I'm sure you have much to catch up on and I don't want to be a third wheel."

"Hey now, in this place no one's a third wheel," "But if you gotta jet, then that's okay."

But it appeared that time wouldn't be now as she was about to be left alone with the other occupant. Maeve paused in raising the fork again, placing it back into the box. "Sorry, don't feel you need to leave on my account. I'm the intruder, after all," she tried to reassure. She glanced at the Chinese food box with the large 'X' written on the outside, which had solidified her food choice as she assumed it meant it had belonged to Charles, whom she was currently annoyed with. "I could take this to go..." Her eyes wandered toward the door as she wondered if it'd be better if she did just that. How could she possibly avoid not just repairing, but strengthening a bond with the endearing and charismatic silver-haired kid, especially with his familial tie to Erik?

[The Jester Of Tortuga]

And just like that Hope was back to feeling like a fish out of water. Peter felt much more taken with Maeve and excited to sit down and catch up with the older woman while Maeve herself seemed more interested in the fridges leftovers. Though she had heard that touching anyones left overs could result in some rather hilarious consequences like Nate telling her about the time Logan ate Professor X's leftover dessert and ended up cluckking and acting like a chicken whenever anyone mentioned eggs.

"I should really let you two catch up, you probably had lots going on before I... landed... here... So I guess... I'll see you... around..." Hope said before giving Peter a dejected wave and a curt nod at Maeve.

***Hope leaves the kitchen***

[Ariel]

"I should really let you two catch up, you probably had lots going on before I... landed... here... So I guess... I'll see you... around..."

"Catch ya later," Peter bid Hope farewell, knowing that they'll probably bump into each other again sometime later. He knew that she would be okay, she just seemed to be going through a lot at the moment and hoped that things would only get better for her. Hope left the kitchen, leaving Peter and Maeve the last ones in the room. He watched as Maeve had grabbed the box of Chinese food with the 'X' implying that the food belonged to Charles. Cheeky Maeve. It made Peter cracked an amused grin as he took a few steps in Maeve's direction, "The Professor's Chinese leftovers, interesting choice. You've been back for a whole minute and he's already done something to piss you off?" Stealing a deep fried chicken ball from the box in Maeve's hand, Peter asked nonchalantly, as it wasn't his business but he couldn't help but to be a little nosy.