Scott Summers (
eyecondition) wrote2012-01-11 10:44 pm
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[When Scott had last been aware, he'd been somewhere near the deserts of Mexico. Where in Mexico, he couldn't be sure, though there'd certainly been enough heat and sand to last a lifetime. It simply made no sense to pass out and wake up in a snowpile, more underdressed than he'd been in the summer sun. It's an understatement to call Scott alarmed. He scrambled to his feet, ears straining for the sound of something other than the whistling wind of a cold breeze. It must have been the fight he'd had with Mystique. He'd obviously lost, and she'd had him shipped to a different corner of the globe instead. Is she planning to keep abandoning him in different places until the elements kill him outright? He doubts he'll last long in sub-zero conditions without even a blanket to insulate him.
No. Scott decides instantly that he isn't in the mood to die today. Nothing good comes from pessimism. He'd found people in the bowels of a foreign country before, and he'll just have to do it again here too. Judging by the temperature, there might at least be some Inuit family that might be willing to share their igloo.]
Hello? [He ventures a greeting cautiously, and dares to crack a single eye open to see if there's some sort of civilization nearby. The small gesture alone sends a bright red beacon ripping through the flurrying snow -- hopefully not into anyone's personal property. There seemed to be some manmade structures just off to the left of the snapshot image he'd gotten. It wasn't enough of a visual to notice the journal lying open at his feet, but he isn't really in much of a reading mood anyway.]
I-is... anyone there? [He tries it again, more assertive now despite the telltale shiver in his tone. If there's at least one house, then there has to be people somewhere. With people come options. Maybe they'll have a phone he can use to call the mansion and get help sent out, or perhaps they'd at least have a first-aid kit and would be nice enough to patch up whatever injury was causing that bone-deep pain in his shoulderblades. If nothing else, hopefully the people here speak English.]
No. Scott decides instantly that he isn't in the mood to die today. Nothing good comes from pessimism. He'd found people in the bowels of a foreign country before, and he'll just have to do it again here too. Judging by the temperature, there might at least be some Inuit family that might be willing to share their igloo.]
Hello? [He ventures a greeting cautiously, and dares to crack a single eye open to see if there's some sort of civilization nearby. The small gesture alone sends a bright red beacon ripping through the flurrying snow -- hopefully not into anyone's personal property. There seemed to be some manmade structures just off to the left of the snapshot image he'd gotten. It wasn't enough of a visual to notice the journal lying open at his feet, but he isn't really in much of a reading mood anyway.]
I-is... anyone there? [He tries it again, more assertive now despite the telltale shiver in his tone. If there's at least one house, then there has to be people somewhere. With people come options. Maybe they'll have a phone he can use to call the mansion and get help sent out, or perhaps they'd at least have a first-aid kit and would be nice enough to patch up whatever injury was causing that bone-deep pain in his shoulderblades. If nothing else, hopefully the people here speak English.]

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When that is a voice she wasn't expecting to hear. It's been so long she almost forgot it - but hearing it is an instant reminder.
No, it can't be.]
Scott?
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I'm not playing any more of your games, Mystique. Try fighting me as yourself for once.
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Well, that's definitely Scott. But why would he think--
Oh.]
Scott - [Scott] - Mystique's not here. I'm talkin' to you through the book. Can you see it?
[Mind. Racing. If this was from That Time, then...
Or maybe she's wrong and the Malnosso left the visor with him somewhere, but... it doesn't hurt to check.]
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You know I can't.
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Scott - reach behind you an' touch your back.
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[This is him being helpful. Yep.
He also notices the conversation with Rogue up there. Know her, eh? Don't mind him prying. He does that.]
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He has just enough time to spot that incoming optic blast to dodge roll out of the way. For a moment, he's bewildered. And then he's just annoyed.
Climbing back to his feet, he runs an irritated hand through his hair and glares in the direction the blast came from. And then he can hear the voice drifting through the trees.
...He's going to have to do something nice, isn't he. Merde. Without moving further, he calls out in the direction of the blast.]
Watch where you're aimin', homme!
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My bad. I didn't mean to miss.
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When did this charged card get into his hand. Must be reflexes. That and if there's another blast, he doesn't plan to hold onto it.]
You always greetin' people like this? Or am I jus' that lucky?
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Stay still for a moment, sir, you might be experiencing some pains in your back right now, but I assure you that they are not wounds.
Are you injured anywhere else?
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...Yeah. A few places. I can get around -- I just need to get to a phone, please. It's important.
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Yes... There should be a phone nearby - it looks like a journal, but trust me, it can function like a phone as well. In fact, that is what I am using to communicate with you right now.
I can heal your injuries, however - I am a healer. Just tell me what your surroundings look like and I will be there.
[ Welp, too bad you spew out laser beams whenever you look at things, Scott. ]
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That... Might be kind of a problem. I'm blind. [It's faster than trying to explain.]
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[ buffy looks up from her crossword. bundled up in the safety of her own house, journal open on the arm of the chair so she can eavesdrop away. ]
Hi? Yeah? Someone's here.
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By now, Scott's had others explain the loose bits of what journal's purpose, though he's still not sure why he can't just find a decent landline phone and get back in touch with his friends in new york.]
[Also: Talking into a book is bizarre.] Ah.. Hello. [How do you even introduce yourself properly under these conditions?]
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Sorry if I'm being rude -- My name is Scott Summers.
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[Seems like there's a lot of people watching this network.] Hello -- I'm Scott.
Re: voice.
I'm Jubilee. Welcome to Luceti, I guess.
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You sound different over this device.