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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Yeah, an' white linen makes a great fashion statement when it's wet an' cold outside.
[Be thankful for that blanket, Scott. You were leaving very little to the imagination.]
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All right, all right! I get it! [He holds up his palms, surrendering all the way over to pants.] What kind of living space is available here, anyway? [And what are the chances Scott can wrangle his own room out of the deal?]
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[YES. Not having to share is the best kind of arrangement! Neither Rogue nor Kurt have been around long enough to remember exactly how long he had to fight for his prime intramansion real estate, but THESE THINGS ARE IMPORTANT.]
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[This is starting to - finally - sink in. He's really here. She'd wanted him to be here so much for so many reasons but finally... she didn't have to be in charge any more. She'd be able to talk to him. He'd be here...
She really shouldn't be feeling glad about this.]
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[Even cozier with snow out there.]
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[But then. There was the Professor. And Magneto. And the Professor and Magneto. And Jubilee. And Gambit.
Consulting glance towards Kurt.]
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Jubilee's stayin' with us.
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So ours isn't the only dimension that's being pulled into here. [This is too much information still. He's just going to find some socks, maybe some shoes.]
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And a soft snort at that as she thinks of the Walking Professor.]
Yeah, that's a pretty good bet.
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Comic books? Do I really want to know?
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Maybe we should wait until he gets his shoes on.
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[And there's just. So much more.]
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And it's not like the wet linen shows more than the supertight spandex costume anyway.]There's more to explain? [Sob. Can he just go back to Mexico?]
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There's... a lot ta explain. But you'll get it as we go along.
[...actually, if he starts putting on the shoes, then she does feel this choice is a bit more pressing.]
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Awesome. So this place comes with homework.
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