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[ To say that it is taking some effort to adjust to the new reality Ororo has suddenly found herself in would be quite an understatement, but she still manages to look perfectly calm and composed as she offers the network a polite smile.

Would she like to maybe have herself a minor little breakdown? Sure. But she has absolutely no idea what sort of consequences that might have considering the quite substantial storm that is already going on outside the Ingress Complex, and there really just isn't time to fall apart right now. Maybe at some later point she can allow herself to fully absorb the shock of what has happened, but for now she has to keep moving forward. ]

Hello. My name is Ororo Munroe, and I'm a relatively new arrival here. Where I'm from I'm a teacher, mostly ancient history which isn't really going to be too useful around here unless some of you are dying to know about the Roman Empire, even if that was never a thing on your planet or in your timeline.

What I also am, is a mutant, which in my case means I have the ability to control the weather. I can survive in just about any climate, and I can get all sorts of information about what is going on in the environment around me because I am basically wired into it, which is a gross oversimplification but you didn't come here for a lecture.

[ Damn, but it feels pretty good to not hide what she can do. Screw anonymity, she's nowhere near Earth and its mutant registration act, and she is going to be completely and unashamedly herself. ]

I'm mentioning these things because I'm going to be needing a job pretty soon, so I figured I should put myself out there. Thank you for listening.

[ Her expression shifts into something a bit more amused, and at the same time sort of sad. ]

Oh, and if you have any good hangover remedies? Feel free to share them.

[ She's asking for a friend.

No, seriously, she is. ]

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[Oh boy, hangovers. That's a subject she's pretty good on.]

So for the hangover you're going to want a chip butty followed by a lager, and if you can find it: bacon. And you'd be surprised how many history buffs you'd find around these parts.

I would prefer keeping my friend with the hangover away from booze for a bit. But maybe I can track down some... space bacon.

Trust me, there's nothing better than the hair of the dog that bit you. Or full fat coke, none of that diet or zero sugar stuff. Perks you right up again.

So your friend had a bit of a good night then?

Well. It was a night.

[ She's not about to describe poor Logan's state of mind to a perfect stranger, but she doesn't have it in herself to make it out as if they partied all night either. ]

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[This perfect stranger's of a mind that it's not actually a friend that the cure's being asked about for, so no worries there.]

Say no more. A big greasy fry up's a good way to go too, if you do manage to get your hands on that space bacon.

[ All for the best. ]

This talk is actually startig to make me hungry.

There you go then, you're well on your way to recovery.

[Feel free to correct her misconception. Or not.]

So you're an ancient historian who can control the weather. That's one hell of a introduction to go around making. I'm just a historian with a great arse who likes driving fast, you've got me beat. Name's Chloe, welcome to space.

Not a historian, a history teacher.

[ She's not going to bother with the correction, it's not like it really matters. ]

I figured I might as well try and grab some attention since I'm going to have to start earning my keep pretty soon.

[ A month really isn't that much time to try and secure a source of income. ]

Nice to meet you, Chloe.

Nice to meet you too, it's a heck of a place but it can have its perks.

[Which is putting it mildly for somewhere which brings the dead back to life and messes with people at will.]

If all else fails you'd have one hell of a career as a meteorologist or a to weather girl. Your forecasts would never be wrong.

They have weather girls here?

[ She has no interest in being one, but the thought of weather girls being an intergalactic phenomenon is amusing to her for some reason. ]

Well if they don't then you've got a monopoly on the market. But you'd be surprised at how much space stuff is surprisingly like earth stuff. Space beer, space bacon, space hangovers... pretty run of the mill really.

Must be a pretty sweet gig, being all one with mother nature and all that. Ooh, can you tell if we're gonna get a white Christmas this year?

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