<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/fnIy7Cj_d.jpg?maxwidth=640&amp;shape=thumb&amp;fidelity=medium)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Mari || Vixen<br/><strong>WEARING:</strong>Pictured striped romper but with a white tank underneath<br/><strong>DAY:</strong>Tuesday, August 26<br/><strong>TIME:</strong>11:30<br/><strong>LOCATION:</strong>Kitchen—> Meeting Room<br/><strong>CONTENT:</strong>A lot on her mind....<br/><strong>TAGGING:</strong>Open; Zod<br/><hr/>To say Mari’s mind was troubled was...putting it lightly. The first Mission on League payroll had taken quite a toll on her, both mentally and physically. There had only been a handful of times she had morphed into something entirely new, let alone a tiny creature prone to getting slapped to death on a whim, and so she was still mildly recuperating from that jarring impact from human to insect. The group itself also plagued her as it had been troubled from the start, her mind going through what they had done wrong, and what if they couldn’t work together, grow together. She tried to remember Aquaman’s words that such a Powerful source could not be tamed overnight, but Vixen was an impatient woman with a perfectionist streak. Adding to this frustration was also the fact that Jennifer was gone from the group, having returned home. Mari had sent her a barrage of texts and phone calls, ranging from screaming profanities to pleading for her to respond, and all such tactics were ignored with silence.<br/><br/>So it was a heavy heart that she woke up later that morning, recouping from their early morning mission and crashing hard in her room alone. Jennifer’s things were gone, and so it had been an empty, lonely, dark night of forced solitude. A quick wash of her face and brushing of her teeth put her in a better mindset. To further it she decided to put on something comfortable: a white tank top under a cotton, red and white striped, hooded romper, and a pair of white ankle socks on her narrow feet. She didn’t expect to see anyone, it being late morning and assuming people were either still in bed or at the gym. Mari also hoped there were some leftovers from Brion’s breakfast still in the fridge, and thusly she padded to the kitchen.<br/><br/>To her delight there were a few pancakes, cold bacon slices, and scrambled eggs leftover, so she pulled what she wanted out of the cold fridge to place everything on a plate and shove it into the microwave for two minutes. When the<em>ding</em>signified her food was adequately nuked, she took the plate and began scooping bites of food as she wandered down the large, empty hallways. There were no plans for today, and she thought of visiting 13 to see what how well he was acclimating to this new environment. Mari irritatingly realized she had been unable to get the man out of her mind for hours at a time, but she accused his troubling backstory as the cause of it.<br/><br/>Upon padding past the meeting room, Vixen assumed it would be empty but her peripheral caught a figure. It was Zod. The big man made her pause in her step, and backtrack, curious as to why he was here, alone, sitting in his full armor with a cake near him. It was even more curious that he had sliced it and plated a few slices for any partakers but he, himself, was not indulging. Mari’s golden eyes looked down at the cake and confirmed that it was tempting, but the silent, brooding, hulking guardian who sat nearby it kept her from reaching for a slice.<br/><br/>While she stood there at the entrance, plate of food in one hand and fork in the other, her attention was brought back to Zod whose behavior was stranger than usual. The man was always odd, but sitting alone with the trap of cheesecake had the reminiscent vide of a young high schooler who tempted people with brownies when seeking friends, or a newly dumped girl who gorged herself on ice cream. Had something happened to him where he needed the comfort of chocolate? No, that didn’t make sense;<em>he </em>wasn't eating it. And why did she also darkly assume he had perhaps done<em>something</em>to the cake itself? Like spike it with drugs or laxatives, hence -why- he wasn’t eating it, but wanted to watch the dumb little earthlings consume with delight only to shit themselves silly later?<br/><br/>She leaned a shoulder against the frame of the entryway, and picked up a slice of chewy bacon since she had microwaved it instead of frying it, and chewed while looking at him. “Everything alright, Zod?” She asked, neutrally. This would be the first time they have directly spoken to each other, but she was comfortable around him. They were -all- strange in some way or another, and perhaps he just needed a friend. Mari internally grumbled at that last thought, that maybe -she- was also in that same category since her punk-ass friend, Jennifer had decided to flee like a little bitch. She shook her head to clear the angered thoughts there distracting her. “Why are you sitting here alone?”