<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/xORa7Yt.jpg)</div><br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;">Storm</span><br/><strong>Name:</strong>Ororo Munoe<br/><strong>Age:</strong>21<br/><strong>Gender Identity:</strong>Female<br/><strong>Location/Time:</strong>Bedroom ---> Great Room | Early Evening<br/><strong>Description/Wearing:</strong>This (https://i2.wp.com/www.theunstitchd.com/women/wp-content/uploads/2019/12/Red-Plaid-Sweater-Outfit-Ideas-for-Christmas.jpg?fit=681%2C1349&ssl=1)<br/><hr/><br class="clear_left"/><br/><br/><div align="center"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: comic sans ms;">"I'll be home for Christmas <br/>You can count on me <br/>Please have snow and mistletoe <br/>And presents on the tree"</span></div><br/><em>Ororo sang along with Bing as she readied herself for the evening, her husky contralto harmonizing beautifully with Bing's rich baritone in a way that soothed her soul and made her smile. No one did Christmas songs as they did back during the height of Hollywood's glam era. The 40s and 50s, while an awful era for normal people of color, was absolutely smashing when it came to music.</em><br/><br/><div align="center"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: comic sans ms;">"Christmas Eve will find me <br/>Where the love light gleams <br/>I'll be home for Christmas <br/>If only in my dreams" </span></div><br/><em>Taking a razor to the sides of her mohawk, the young woman straightened it out a bit and got rid of the white bristles that threw the whole thing off even as Bing segued into <strong>White Christmas</strong>. Her voice joined in joyously, rising above even the scratch of her vinyl record. Did she hear the contretemps as things devolved into chaos due to the arrival of the <strong>Merc with the Mouth</strong> or Morph? Nope. She was reliving her very first Christmas, when her parents were still alive, when she was but young and everything was magical.<br/><br/>Eventually, her mohawk was stunning, her lips were on point and she felt comfy enough in her red and black oversized sweater and skinny jeans. Still humming Christmas carols to herself, Ororo sauntered downstairs and paused Just behind Rogue, who looked properly smashing. Jean was being very herself, controlling all of the disparate personalities with no more than a slight frown and sweetly voiced demands.</em><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: comic sans ms;">"Goodness. D'ya think the tree is big enough, Scott?"</span><br/><br/><em>A momentary pause as she craned her neck to see who else was inside. Ahhh, Dead Pool and obviously Morph...but not obvious because PRESENT?? And was that Kitty? Ororo offered a wave to the young woman and resumed her humming. This was gonna be a GOOD night. </em>