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Typically Lorna is not a stealthy person. She has neon green hair and a penchant for wearing the same color in her clothing. None of that has changed, but today she's sneaking around a little bit, constantly on watch for people coming down the hallway. It's a residential hallway, but not the one where Lorna lives. Instead she's outside Magneto's door, her arms loaded with foil wrapped discs of latex in various lurid colors, ribbed and non ribbed styles, and glow in the dark treatments. She's even included some flavored prophylatics, because she's nothing if not a thoughtful, loving daughter.

Getting into his room should be a piece of cake. With a version of Rogue running around Lorna assumes it's only a matter of time before her father will need some kind of birth control. Plus it might make him annoyed in the meantime, so it's a double win.

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After Fujin's arrival and everything that had happened thereafter, Raiden was, for the first time in a long time, looking forward to getting something akin to rest. Wearily, he made his way down the hall, brim of his hat lowered so people wouldn't see how dim his eyes were as he finally arrived at the door to his shared unit. He hardly ever entered the place, not actually requiring rest, but today it had never looked more inviting.

With a gentle tap, he summoned the doors to open and stepped inside...only to narrow his eyes in annoyance at the sight of someone he did not know inside the space.

Lorna gasped when someone with a gigantic aura walked in the room. He made Magneto look like a speck of dust. She did her best to cover the condoms in her arms, shifting around in embarrassment. "Uh, hi. I'm Magneto's daughter, who are you?"

Raiden eyes Lorna, who looks about as caught as someone can look, then glances to her arms, and then back to her face with a tired narrowing of his eyes.

"I am Raiden, I share this space. I was not aware he had a daughter among us, but I do not see him often." Raiden's voice is deep, calm but wary of the unexpected visitor with quite an interesting armful. He may not be mortal, but he's not oblivious to what such things are used for.

"What are you doing?" Honestly? He doesn't want to know, but he's not about to let someone he hasn't met before take over the shared space at Magneto's expense. As little as they've interacted, he likes to see that his roommate's privacy is respected.

Lorna looked down at her burden, then back up at Raiden. It was like being asked what she was doing by the sun. She decided the truth was the best way to go. "I'm Lorna. We don't see a lot of each other, busy adults and all that. As for what I'm doing, I'm pulling a prank on him. Just give me a couple minutes to put these down and I'll be out of your hair."

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Raiden's eyes narrow, wary but she seems to be caught flat-footed enough that she might be telling the truth. Well, a prank would certainly explain the volume of items. He gives a weary sigh and shakes his head.

"So long as it will not reflect on me, or appear in the common space. I will give you five minutes." Meanwhile, he intends to stay in the common area, procrastinating his meditations with some tea so he can at least make certain that nothing is taken from Magneto's room.

Mortals and their strange sense of humor.

Five minutes was plenty. Lorna dashed into Magneto's room, giving it a curious look around before planting her stash. His nightstand, under his pillows, and various other places each got their share of packages. Once they were all secreted around the room she left again, humming cheerfully. She gave Raiden a smile on her way out. "Thanks. Don't worry about keeping this a secret, I'm certain I'll be on the short list of people he suspects."

Raiden's not exactly going to be strict about the five-minutes, he's just tired and doesn't want to have her there for a particularly long time. When she exits the room empty handed and humming, he can't exactly hide that tired, but faintly amused look from behind his teacup.

"You and your father must get along well."

Lorna laughed a little. That was a somewhat awkward story. "We get along as well as possible. Our history is. . . rocky. I'm not quite sure how he'll take this, to be honest." It was just her nature to push buttons and boundaries. She hoped he would appreciate that.

Have a raised eyebrow, Lorna. Raiden sighs, seeming to resign himself.

"If I am around for his return, I hold no doubt it will be interesting, to say the least." Raiden was an MIA sort of roommate for the most part, which makes his run-in with Lorna all the more interesting as far as luck is concerned.

The raised eyebrow just made her laugh. "It would be a dead give away if I was here. If it occurs to you to take pictures I'd be grateful." She laughed and gave Raiden a wide smile. "Speaking of which, I should go. I don't know when he's going to be in again."

"Very well." Raiden doesn't do the pictures thing, but if he sees this, he'll at least tell Lorna.

"There is little doubt we will see one another again at some point in the future. Until then." The ship is only so big, after all. He offers a brief nod of his hat toward her, his tea staying perfectly steady in hand.

"You take care too," Lorna said with a smile before bouncing out of the room. She couldn't wait to hear how it turned out.

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