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Player Name: Bofu
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Character Name: Scott Summers / Cyclops
Character Fandom: X-Men: Evolution

[With the rate that Scott's been visiting the Battle Dome since his arrival, he probably should have just moved in to the place.

The tall, lanky young man is dressed in a distinctive, blue uniform emblazoned with a gigantic, golden X. On his head, he wears a yellow visor with a red, ruby-like slot over his eyes. The wings on his back match the ruby color perfectly, standing out considerably on his back.

Scott has a serious expression on his face as he operates the command console, obviously deep in thought. His forehead has a thin sheer of sweat, making it obvious that he's been using the Battle Dome for its intended purpose. Perhaps a little too much.

He mutters to himself absentmindedly, unaware that anyone might be listening in.]

Let's see... if I recreate the Danger Room in there, is that going to tear open the time-space continuum or something?

[He looks up for a moment, his brows furrowed beneath that visor of his as he contemplates just how that would work.]

...I guess I'd better not risk it.

[And he's back at it, programming his third straight scenario. Hope nobody else was planning on using that room today.]

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[That would be their own private meadow, complete with a waterfall nearby and a blanket in the shade provided by a tree so that the simulated grass doesn't get on their uniforms.]

Remember how we never got to have any time to ourselves back home? [He says it with a smile, putting his arm around her shoulders and walking her in.] I... figured this might be a good time to make up for that.

[She looks up at him, when he puts his arm around her. It's a subtle gesture, not overly familiar, but after she learned that in her future she starts dating Scott, well... It certainly raises a few alarms.

Not that dating Scott would be the end of the world. He's wonderful, and she's plenty aware of that. She just sort of worries about-- what if it goes wrong? What if she looses her best friend? She also sort of rankles at the familiarity of "Well, it's GOING to happen, so might as well let it." She wants to make her own choices, regardless of what the future says.]

A-- good time indeed. This really is lovely Scott. [She opts to give him the benefit of the doubt. See how things play out. And it's true-- they DID never have any real time for just the two of them. She smiles appreciatively.] It makes me wish we had packed a lunch!

[Scott's still not entirely certain that they do start dating. His recollection is still on that awkward phase where he has to compete with Duncan. But he intends the arm has nothing more than a friendly gesture; the same kind that he'd show to Kurt, though one that he's suddenly keenly aware might be just a little too much. So, his arm leaves her so that he can take a few steps toward the trickling stream.]

Yeah, I thought of that, too. I was going to try to make a picnic basket show up out of nowhere, but... simulated food doesn't really sound too appetizing.

[He pauses for a moment, growing a little self-conscious.]

Uh, how's the color? Everything just looks red to me, so I'm sorry if the water's green or something.

[She laughs, feeling a bit better when his arm leaves her. It was just a friendly gesture. She chides herself for being paranoid.] The colour's fine. ... do you want to see?

[It was a nifty little trick she'd discovered she could do for Scott-- showing him things from her perspective. By passing his eyes, and just letting his mind see.]

[He smiles at the thoughtful offer. This was supposed to be a nice surprise for her, perhaps the sort of quasi-romantic gesture that one makes to a friend who happens to be dating a complete jerk, and here she is, turning it around on him.]

Yeah. That'd be nice.

[Oh, Scott, haven't you heard? She broke up with Duncan, like, the day before being sucked to Luceti! She's totally free right now ~~ignoring all the flirtation she's had with Gambit at least~~.]

Here. Close your eyes.

[She walks over to stand in front of him, so they're at least vaguely looking at the same thing. Taking a breath in through her nose, she carefully slides her way into Scott's mind, careful to avoid his surface and subconscious thoughts. Settling in, she opens a sort of link, projecting her own visual thoughts into his mind so he can see. In colour!]

There, now... See? It's lovely! [Vivid. Very vivid.]

[It's a good thing she's ignoring those thoughts. Whether he wants to or not, he can't help but feel a little something stirring within him. Still, he concentrates on the view. It's about what he was going for, though maybe just a little more vibrant than he'd thought it would be.]

Yeah, it's really something else. And I'm glad you like it.

[He's content to just stand there and enjoy the view with her. It's a little disorienting, being able to see himself just out of the corner of her eye, but he can manage.]

You did good. Just like you always do. [She has to stop herself from looking at him when she says this. The last thing she figures he wants is to look at himself while talking to her. That would be weird. Plus, any inadvertent glances could be... embarrassing. After a few moments, she withdraws from his mind.]

C'mon. Let's hurry up and relax. [She teases lightly.] I'm pretty sure you're behind in your "How to take things easy" lessons.

[It's a good thing he can't see himself as she leaves his mind; otherwise, he might see that his cheeks are the faintest shade of red.

He turns back to her, putting his hands up defensively.]

Hey, I'm taking it easy! I mean... more than I usually do, anyway.

That's true. This is downright-- lethargic for you. [She cocks her head at him, as she moves to stand next to the blanket, her tone bright and playful. It is not at all her intention to insult him. They both just know he's a nose-to-the-grindstone kinda guy. It's not a bad quality, just one that Jean's poking light fun of right now.

She settles down onto the blanket, using her powers to ~~show off~~ sort of float down, then patting the blanket next to her, invitingly.]

[He watches as she drifts her way onto the blanket, smiling a bit lopsidedly as she settles onto it. It's impossible to say no to that kind of invitation.]

Yeah, well, don't tell anyone. I've kind of got a reputation to keep, you know?

[He walks over to the blanket and sits down next to her, propping up a knee and draping his arm over it casually.]

Don't worry; Your secret's safe with me. [She watches him sit, happily. Ok, so it's not the "Get him out of the battle dome" she had been shooting for, but it's a hell of a nice compromise. She leans back on her hands a bit, enjoying the simulated sun, and the easy, peaceful silence it seems like she can only ever share with Scott.]

[It's true... when he and Jean hang around, more often than not, it ends in silence. And not the uncomfortable kind of silence, but the kind where nothing really needs to be said. He keeps her in the corner of his eye - one of the few benefits of having to wear protective eyewear all the time - and contently enjoys the scenery, which may include her to an extent.

Well, at least he can see her hair as the color it's intended to be. He smiles to himself, taking a time to marvel over his handiwork. All in all, this was a rousing success.

After a moment, he breaks the silence.]

It's not quite the same thing, but I could go raid the vending machines if you want.

[Opening her eyes, she looks over at him.] That sounds nice, actually. Do you need a hand? Or should I stay here and-- keep training. [A smirk. Because yeah, this was the battle dome after all.]

[He returns the smirk in kind as he gets up onto his feet.] Nah, you wait here and enjoy the view. I'll try to pick out something you like. [And, this being Scott, of course he knows what she likes. Without another word, he starts walking away, glad she can't see the goofy smile that won't leave his face.]

[She can't see his goofy smile as he walks away, but she's seen him enough times to know it's probably there. She doesn't mind. Scott doesn't smile enough. She's happy to give him a reason to.

Also, she may not be able to see his grin, but he can't see her checking out his butt. Because let's be honest here; even objectively speaking, Scott Summers had one hell of a cute butt.]

[Luckily for Jean, Scott's not a telepath. Extra luckily for him, he's also one of the most clueless people on the planet when it comes to the opposite sex.

He's not gone too long, of course. Only long enough to pick up some sandwiches and drinks from the vending machine, and also long enough to swap out his visor for his glasses.]]

Alright, Jean, you've got first pick. And I hope these are good, because I've never had a sandwich from a vending machine before.

[Sitting up straight with legs crossed under her now, Jean peers at his choices, noting, with approval, his switch to sunglasses. It always looked a little odd, the uniform with sunglasses. Unlike the civilian close with the visor, which just looked badass, somehow. Strange, that the same basic combinations could result in such different looks.] Well-- they should be fresh, at least. Having everything be free means they cycle out pretty quick, so get replaced on a regular basis. Or at least, it seems like it.

[Her hand hovers between the two sandwiches, choosing, finally,the one that looked something like a roast beef concoction. She chats easily, while she unwraps the sandwich.]

So-- exactly how long were you training before I came in and ruined everything?

[If he'd had more time, he would have changed into his civilian clothes. But he didn't want to keep Jean waiting too long. Plus, the visor felt too... formal? Whatever it was, no sooner did she take her roast beef sandwich than he was seated back next to her, pulling back the material on his uniform so that his face was fully exposed.]

Just a couple of hours. I was about ready to stop anyway. [Sure he was.]

Mmhmm. After "Just one more", right? [She nudges him with her elbow, playfully.]

You know, there's an entire forest around this place. I set up an obstacle course for Remy. We could do training NOT in the dome sometimes. [Notice the "We," Scott? She's not going to let you do this stuff alone. Not all of it, at least.]

[Scott bristles somewhat at the mention of Gambit, though not nearly as much as he would have had Jean mentioned, say, Lance Alvers. Or Duncan Matthews. Oh, there would definitely be some major bristling going on if she'd mentioned him.]

I know. It just... reminds me of the mansion. [And, despite his happiness at having Jean, Kurt, and Rogue here with him, he gets a little homesick.]

Awww... Well. There's also a hot springs up in the hills, I've heard. We don't have one of those back home. Or at least not at the mansion. [Jean, too, feels the occasional pang of home sickness, though now with Scott here, she's hoping that'll subside.] I mean, it wouldn't be very train-y, but it'd be something to do.

Hot springs, huh? [It takes every ounce of emotional control Scott has not to leap at the suggestion. He also tries not to think too loudly about bathing suits.] Well, I guess that might be relaxing... and I really could use something else to do.

[He remembers that he has a sandwich and quickly starts busying himself with it. He knows Jean wouldn't ever read his mind without his permission, but that doesn't make the stray, teenage thoughts popping around his head any less embarrassing.]

[Indeed, she would never. Not to anyone, but especially never to Scott. It would be a betrayal of trust on so many levels. That said, Jean is somewhat better at social-ing than Scott, and she maaaay have suggested it despite (or because) of Scott's expected reaction. She keeps her eyes casually on her sandwich, not wanting to make him feel any less put upon than strictly necessary. ] Mmm. I've not been up there yet, so I don't know what it's like. We should check it out together. And if it's gross, we could just go camping or something. If you wanted.

Right. A camping trip sounds good, too. [Not as good as the hot springs, of course. But he has to play it cool. That's the way things have always been between them, after all.] So... when did you want to go?

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I see you apped. I am EXCITED BEYOND WORDS 8D

thank you! I just hope I get in.

Plz to be ignoring my account confusion. DERP.

It happens. I've almost done it a couple of times myself.

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Aaaaand there's that acceptance notice!

Yeee!! I can't wait!!

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