[Ororo, still in her nightdress but with a robe pulled over it, is already in the kitchen by the time Rogue makes her way over. Her own journal is sitting on the table, opened at the page with the list of draftees. She's standing by the counter, turning on the coffee and letting a cloud rain some water into a kettle that she sets on the stovetop. In case some people preferred tea, you know.]
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