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xmansion2018-05-20 11:22 pm
no_fun_allowed) wrote in xmansion2018-05-20 11:22 pm
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[Open log]
Who: Scott Summers and you!
Where: Mostly in the school but if you want him anywhere else just let me know
When: Afternoon
Warnings: Scott being ...Scott.
Prompts:
[1. The mansion’s corridor, post mission]
The day started so normal, with a sunny day and regular classes, that Scott hadn’t been all that surprised when it all went to tell before the second period started. Because he had learned long ago that nice things were a luxury in their lives. And so, the x-men had been called to assist an anti-mutant protest in Portland that escalated into a riot. All things considered, it could have ended much worse. People were arrested and some got hurt but there had been no casualties and only relatively amount of property damage. The ‘no casualties’ on itself had been a miracle given how many of the riots had brought gun or knives with them.
And now that they were all back in the mansion, Scott was heading towards his room and trying to avoid Hank, still wearing the suit. The last thing he needed is to be dragged to the medbay, he was totally fine. Okay, yes, his ribs were a bit bruised but probably not broken, probably, and he was only limping because his knee took a hit after he pushed a civilian out of the way of a row of bullets. It was nothing a hot shower and some painkillers won’t fix, he’s had it worse in the past. If he can make it to his room, that’s it.
[2.The school’s kitchen | Later afternoon.]
If anybody happened to wander into the kitchen, they might find an uncommon sight. It wasn’t as if Scott didn’t like to cook, quite the opposite, it was that he hardly had the time. But Ororo’s birthday was tomorrow and he wanted to prepare something special for her.
Cooking was methodic, relaxing, and if you messed it up you could eat the evidence. To any observer it would also be clear that Scott knew his way around the kitchen, where to find the ingredients, pots or mold he needed. Ororo’s cake, a strawberry cream one, was now cooling on the counter, and Scott was flipping through cook book pages looking for an idea of what to do next.
[3. Open choice]
-Go an idea you want to play out? Feel free to write the starter.
Where: Mostly in the school but if you want him anywhere else just let me know
When: Afternoon
Warnings: Scott being ...Scott.
Prompts:
[1. The mansion’s corridor, post mission]
The day started so normal, with a sunny day and regular classes, that Scott hadn’t been all that surprised when it all went to tell before the second period started. Because he had learned long ago that nice things were a luxury in their lives. And so, the x-men had been called to assist an anti-mutant protest in Portland that escalated into a riot. All things considered, it could have ended much worse. People were arrested and some got hurt but there had been no casualties and only relatively amount of property damage. The ‘no casualties’ on itself had been a miracle given how many of the riots had brought gun or knives with them.
And now that they were all back in the mansion, Scott was heading towards his room and trying to avoid Hank, still wearing the suit. The last thing he needed is to be dragged to the medbay, he was totally fine. Okay, yes, his ribs were a bit bruised but probably not broken, probably, and he was only limping because his knee took a hit after he pushed a civilian out of the way of a row of bullets. It was nothing a hot shower and some painkillers won’t fix, he’s had it worse in the past. If he can make it to his room, that’s it.
[2.The school’s kitchen | Later afternoon.]
If anybody happened to wander into the kitchen, they might find an uncommon sight. It wasn’t as if Scott didn’t like to cook, quite the opposite, it was that he hardly had the time. But Ororo’s birthday was tomorrow and he wanted to prepare something special for her.
Cooking was methodic, relaxing, and if you messed it up you could eat the evidence. To any observer it would also be clear that Scott knew his way around the kitchen, where to find the ingredients, pots or mold he needed. Ororo’s cake, a strawberry cream one, was now cooling on the counter, and Scott was flipping through cook book pages looking for an idea of what to do next.
[3. Open choice]
-Go an idea you want to play out? Feel free to write the starter.
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She nods. "Yeah- she's really great at it. I mean, I'm decent as well, Southern charms, all that." She rolls her green eyes. "Seriously though, it's a beautiful cake, she's gonna love it. You just gotta make sure someone doesn't eat it first."
"I was gonna say maybe combine 'em?"
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Glancing briefly at the cake, Scott can help but feel a little proud of it. Mostly because it's such a mundane thing to do, something that is just nice, and that sort of things are rare here.
"I'll leave a note warning people not to touch it. I already asked some students to help me keep Ororo away from the kitchen. It's much easier than keeping Jean from figuring out things when it's her birthday, at least 'Ro can't read minds."
Ah, the disadvantages of living with telepaths. it also makes buying Christmas presents difficult.
"Oh, that's a much better option. Any idea where the e butterscotch chips are?"
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"Good idea. I'll do what I can to help, too." Slowly she stands from her chair and starts moving toward the pantry. "It's true- I don't know how you do it. Though I guess it's the thought at keeping gifts secret that counts?"
The pantry extends a few feet back and Rogue disappears for a moment before returning with two bags, one with chocolate chips, the other with butterscotch.
"Here we go."
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"If she starts to peek into my mind when she shouldn't, I think of a catchy song and then it gets stuck in her head all day." He replies immediately and so casually that it's hard to tell if Scott is being serious or not. And then he adds. "It works with Charles too but he doesn't pry without permission. Jean sometimes can't control it."
Scott worries about her but he usually doesn't mind having his thoughts read. Jean has known him for so long that sharing another part of himself with her isn't that difficult. She's the love of his life and, almost as important, she's his best friend.
As Rogue goes to get the ingredients, Scott starts to preheat the oven and then grab a large mixer bowl to work with. "Thank you. And how's everything going?"
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"It's really great, you know. To see that even our teachers don't have full control." Ironically, Rogue's power granted her full control of anyone else's power she happened to absorb.
"Any time- things're pretty good, really." Things were tense with Bobby, but what did you expect when they'd been together this long? "I think sparring lessons with Logan's really paying off- I feel a whole lot more useful in simulations." She was practically another civilian, with the way she hesitated to use her powers.
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We are all only human in the end, and always flawed. But the key is to keep trying to work on those flaws. Scott pauses what he's doing, bowl in hand and frowns slightly I sound like the Professor sometimes, don't I?
After so many years, it's not surprising Charles is rubbing off on him. He gets back to mixing the ingredients a moment later, listening to Rogue and nodding briefly. "That's good to hear. You could do a lot of help out there if you ever felt like joining us in more complicated missions. No pressure, though, it's just an idea."
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"Yeah?" She raises an eyebrow. "Just for combat aid?"
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"Unless you are open to trying some more risky missions? Don't feel pressured to do that, though."
Said the guy who started fighting crazy supervillains at sixteen. It's exactly for that reason that he doesn't want her to get into this if Rogue isn't sure she's ready for all the danger and stress.