1039/No, I Promise I am Not Another Summers From the Future!

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No, I Promise I am Not Another Summers From the Future!
Date of Scene: 07 April 2020
Location: Harry's Hideaway (Bar)
Synopsis: Jean gave Bishop's brainmeats a poke and determined him safe for Mansion co-habiation
Cast of Characters: Bishop, Jean Grey




Bishop has posed:
The man called Bishop has turned Harry's into something of his home office in his new displaced situation. I mean the Hotel he stays at? Look it's kind of a hole alright? At a table in the corner, he's spread out a variety of news papers, an Almanac a Road atlas, and a collection of multi colored sharpie pens, and 3 by 5 cards with various notes on him. Bishop rubs his temples and takes a drink from the mostly neglected Dos Equis next to him. "Don't get sloppy Bishop. If I am missing something and he's still here it will cost lives."

Jean Grey has posed:
Jean wanders in, having a need for a post-work beer and... well, Harry's is a familiar watering hole for people from the Institute. It's tradition, after all! She orders a stout from the bartender, and then looks around over at the bar...

And she notices Bishop, with a whole bunch of maps and cards and looking a little bit like a very enthusiastic conspiracy theorist. Or at least the meme of one. Which is, well... enough for her to say aloud, "Normally people just like to play darts or billiards here." She grins, tilting her head slightly in Bishop's direction. Sure, she could just poke around a bit with her powers...

But where's the fun in /that/?

Bishop has posed:
"For some the Sunday Crossword is serious business." Bishop says, not looking up at first. "But we all have our hobbies..." Looking up then, Bishop just blinks. He's never meet her before, but he reconizers her from a child hood where she was one of his heroes, and from an academy that taught her lectures, and from the garbled recordding that ultimately met him here. It's clear that that recognition is in his eyes but he clears his throat trying to regain his composure. "Sorry, I didn't mean to be a smart-ass."

Jean Grey has posed:
Jean chuckles, "Eh, I was being a bit of a smart ass myself, no harm done." She takes her beer and meanders over towards the map, looking a bit curious, "So... what //are// you working on here? Seems pretty serious, whatever it is." Her lips quirk slightly, as she regards Bishop...

While she's not actively looking, she does recognize a few surface thoughts... especially of an older her, which puts her a bit on guard. One eyebrow arches, ever so slightly.

Bishop has posed:
There is a moment of hesitation, he jumped the gate at the Mansion the other day looking for X-Men. But it's also clear she is not here on a business and so Bishop has a moments hesitation as he tries to decide if he should just offer his full story. In the end he decides to speak about it indirectly, "I came to New York looking for a fugative. All signs point to him not being anywhere in the tri-state area, which is a good thing but..." he looks at his notes and police reports specifically he's poured over, "I just want to be sure. If he is still around, he's a very dangerous man."

Jean Grey has posed:
Jean hrms, "Fugitive? Guessing you're not standard law enforcement." She smiles a little, giving Bishop a wry look, "For one, they tend to have offices, not setting up shop in a bar." She pauses, then looks at him, "Who's the fugitive? I've been around here for a little while, it's someone I might have seen."

Bishop has posed:
Bishop takes a deep breath and looks up to Jean, "Yeah that's accurate... I am certainly not standard Law Enforcement around here." He takes another drink of his Dos Equis and says, "Anyway the Fugitive is a man named Trevor Fitzroy. If we're lucky you've never heard of him. He's no one I would wish on anybody."

Jean Grey has posed:
Jean shakes her head, and then... decides to not beat around the bush, as Bishop hears her voice in his head, <<Please... just tell me your last name isn't Summers or Grey.>> She smiles a bit wryly, breaking the ice in such a fashion as she then chuckles a bit.

"Sorry, have had a bit of... experience, with people from other times. And some of your thoughts are a bit loud."

Bishop has posed:
"That's a hell of a thing...." Bishop says, "I am sorry for beating around the bush.. I just.. I didn't know if you were just coming here for a drink and I didn't want to impose." It's clear from this thoughts that he has quite a bit of reverence for Jean. "My name is Bishop. I promise, I am no one important enough to be descended from the Summers or Grey family lines." Even though he knows he can t hink his answers he seems to feel more comfortable speaking softly, "I came back to the this time period to try and find a man name Trevor Fitzroy, but something went wrong."

The big man leans back in his chair and rubs his temples, "I belong to an organization called the Xavier Security Enforcers, and in the year 2122, I was on t he trail of one of our most wanted Mutant Criminals, Trevor Fitzroy. We almost caught him at his safe house, but he just got away. We founded a damaged recording of you. Warning of how the X-Men were comprimised by a Traitor from within, but it was damaged and incomplete. Eventually we found evidence that he was making the calculations to use his powers to open up a portal to same date as the timestamp on the recording of you."

There's another drink of his beer and he finally finishes, "My team and decided to come back and stop him. We knew it was a one way trip but it was better than Fitzroy causing damage in the past. Something went wrong. No sign of my partners, Randall and Malcolm, no signs of Fitzroy, and while there is a lot about this time I reconize from my Grandmother Stories, there is so much that is different or doesn't seem to have happened at the same time or same order."

Jean Grey has posed:
Jean nods, "Well... I think I know someplace safer for you to do your research than the bar, Bishop." She looks a bit relieved at the fact that at least one mutant time traveler is NOT related to her. Whew.

Then she pauses, "This Fitzroy.. I haven't heard of him, but we can take you back to the mansion. You can stay there, temporarily, once we... well, once I make sure you are who you say you are." She glances back at Bishop, "Security, you understand. I have to make sure before I let you in." She clearly means a telepathic probe, to ensure Bishop is telling the truth.

But she is leaving it up to him.

Bishop has posed:
Bishop nods to Jean, not balking at the implication of telepathic probe. Security as an imperative is something he well understands. "Of course." he turns his chair to face Jean more squarely and folds his hands in his lap. Nothing to hide, even if maybe he should.

Jean Grey has posed:
Jean pauses, then concentrates, not moving as she runs through Bishop's mind. Looking to confirm what he said and make sure that this Fitzroy is indeed that level of threat. And also possibly looking for information about Hope and Cable, since she knows someone was hunting them as well...

She doesn't look too deep into things that are obviously the future, but well... she's pretty sure it isn't her timeline, so this is just a possible future, not a certainty. So she's not afraid to see the holographic image of an older Jean, warning the others about a traitor...

Bishop has posed:
Jean will see many things in Bishop's head. She will see a grim future. Where peace between Human and Mutantkind is only kept by Mutant's hunting their own and bringing "Mutant Criminals" to justice, often with the most extreme of prejudice. You see him hunting Fitzroy, a man with horrifying power to drain the very life from his victims and use that energy to open portals to god knows where. You see Bishop crying over his sister's dead body after not arriving in time to protect her from Fitzroy's ambush. You see childlike memories of the time when Sentinels enslaved Human and Mutant alike, and of a resistance where for a brief moment there was cooperative between Man and Mutant only for it to fall appart almost as soon as the Sentinels are overthrown.

What Jean sees no where though, is any memory of Cable, or Hope, or even anyone that resembles them.

Jean Grey has posed:
Jean nods, taking a deep, shuddering breath, "Well... another nightmare future. I really am getting tired of seeing these." She flashes Bishop a wry look, then smiles, "Pack up your things. If this Fitzroy has agents or other ways of spying on you here, this place isn't safe. And I can think of only one place that is." The implication is pretty clear, as she looks at Bishop. "I mean, you can stay, but... this makes it easier."

Bishop has posed:
"Thank you Ms. Grey. Whatever I can do to help around the school I will be happy to do." They need a marksmanship instructor right? "Seriously, thank you."