[hr][hr][center][h1][b][i][color=00aeef] Alannah Ó Ceallaigh[/color][/i][/b][/h1]
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[/center][hr][center][color=00aeef][b]Location:[/b][/color] X-Factor Team Common Area[/center][hr]

Alannah sat in the corner on the floor, her long legs pushed against her chest. The common area/kitchen that had been provided to the members of the X-Factor, which she was so recently a part of, had an abundance of empty couches and cushioned chairs she could be sitting in, but she still preferred the hard floor. Everything in the future was so soft, so artificial; she was rarely comfortable sinking into a cushion.

The atmosphere around Serval's base had been tense for the past week, with the exception of four days ago when there had been a long period of forced good cheer for some sort of future holiday. Alannah had actually only met Harrison Snow a few times; for the most part his attention had been taken up by Serval's other projects, and she had spent most of the past few months at Serval too engaged in tasks like 'learning the language' to spend much time mingling with him. Still, he had seemed a good man, and she owed him a great deal. When the time came to get revenge for his murder, she would help. Until then, for her it was business as usual.

She pulled a book out of her bag and flipped to the first page, pausing a moment to dig up the 'English to Old Gaelic' translation guide that one of the scientists at Serval had created for her. She placed it on the floor to the side, where she would have it in the likely event that she needed it. The English language was a difficult beast to defeat, but she was feeling good about her progress; in the book she'd most recently completed, [i]The Sun Also Rises[/i], she'd only had to return to the guide four or five times, which she took as a sign of progress. She hadn't understood the story at all, though, and when she'd asked a Serval employee she'd gotten a long lecture about some war that didn't seem related whatsoever.

She pulled the book onto her legs and peered at the first page, sounding the words out under her breath. Reading hadn't come naturally to her, but once she'd been taught the art it had become one of her favorite things to do when there was nothing more exciting going on; she'd always loved stories, and getting better at the language everyone around her was always speaking in did not hurt, either.

[color=00aeef]"It is a truth universally acknowledged,"[/color] she muttered slowly, pausing to doublecheck the meaning of 'acknowledged',[color=00aeef]"That a single man in possession of a good fortune, must be in want of a wife."[/color]