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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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[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?

[Ahha, good move, Summers. She likes the familiarity of how things were back home. It's comforting.] Oh, I don't know. I've got so much to do here with my job and school and college coming up, and I thought I'd visit my sister this weekend for her birthday... [She is, of course, teasing. She has NONE of these things going on. There maay be a little bit of bitterness, as she'd sort of LIKE to have these things gong on.] What sort of time frame would work for you?

Tomorrow sounds good. [It's soon enough that he won't get impatient, but not so soon that he seems too eager. Hopefully.] I mean... if we're both not too busy.

Sure. Tomorrow. [She laughs lightly. ] That'll give me enough time to actually find a bathing suit at the shops. I haven't exactly had call for one before this.

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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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