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May. 12th, 2013 11:38 amWhen Cap demanded that Carol finally take a break to go home and sleep, she hadn't expected to end up staying at Milliways for a few weeks, but if there's one truth in Carol's life it's that she should always expect the unexpected.
It's been... restful. Which again, might not be what one would expect from a bar at the end of the universe, but what matters is that she's been away from the fighting for a few weeks and had time to process her anger and grief. She's made a few new friends in the process, which certainly doesn't hurt.
That thing with the music was pretty weird, but nobody actually got hurt, and it seems to have gone away again. No harm, no foul. And really, who wouldn't want to listen to Carol sing along to her favorite pop hits shut up, Jessica.
Unpleasant as current events in her world are, she can't avoid them forever, and today seems like as a good a day to pack up and go. Not that she has anything to pack, really, since she hadn't arrived with anything. She dons her Ms. Marvel uniform and locks up, then leaves her key—now hanging from a Millennium Falcon key chain—with Bar for safekeeping.
Back at home, it's straight to work, and that means meeting with Rogue. It goes about as well as could be expected, which is to say there's just as much punching as there is talking, and Rogue, predictably, just has to go there and absorb some of Carol's powers. Still, she felt like she maybe could have made Rogue see reason if Magik hadn't shown up and thrown Carol in prison.
In Limbo.
Shit.
It's been... restful. Which again, might not be what one would expect from a bar at the end of the universe, but what matters is that she's been away from the fighting for a few weeks and had time to process her anger and grief. She's made a few new friends in the process, which certainly doesn't hurt.
That thing with the music was pretty weird, but nobody actually got hurt, and it seems to have gone away again. No harm, no foul. And really, who wouldn't want to listen to Carol sing along to her favorite pop hits shut up, Jessica.
Unpleasant as current events in her world are, she can't avoid them forever, and today seems like as a good a day to pack up and go. Not that she has anything to pack, really, since she hadn't arrived with anything. She dons her Ms. Marvel uniform and locks up, then leaves her key—now hanging from a Millennium Falcon key chain—with Bar for safekeeping.
Back at home, it's straight to work, and that means meeting with Rogue. It goes about as well as could be expected, which is to say there's just as much punching as there is talking, and Rogue, predictably, just has to go there and absorb some of Carol's powers. Still, she felt like she maybe could have made Rogue see reason if Magik hadn't shown up and thrown Carol in prison.
In Limbo.
Shit.
