15197/Basic Maintenance on a not so Basic Ride

Basic Maintenance on a not so Basic Ride
Date of Scene:	22 June 2023
Location:	Blackbird Hangar
Synopsis:	Scott and Rogue are doing maintenance on the Blackbird. Rogue asks Scott why he's so humdrum.
Cast of Characters:	Scott Summers, Rogue

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Scott Summers has posed:
    "Alright Chewy." Scott says as he lowers the welding goggles from his eyes, and the sunglasses over his face. He did his best to not smirk at the quote, but he fails and smirks and had to turn his head away.

    Scott moves away from the exhaust ports of the jet and then starts towards the ladder off the side of the Blackbird.

Rogue has posed:
Rogue is sitting on top of the starboard engine manifold with her hands down inside of the engine housing that has been pulled out of the bird's hull. She's got no gloves on and her hair is tied back in a tight bun on the back of her head. She's biting down on her bottom lip and just tinkering with some part replacements, something she's done about a million times as it has to be done after nearly every flight for safety reasons.

She hears the words from Scott, but doesn't look up at him, she just leans down and hovers over the intricately designed part-man, part-Shi'ar technology.

"Ya better not be callin' me Chewie." She says back to him, her southern hued voice echoing inside of the long hangar and launch room of the team's super secret Scout Recon vehicle.

"Don't turn the power on either, or you'll fry me." She warns him, even though he knows all too well.

Scott Summers has posed:
    "If I'm Han, you're definitely the Chewy here." Summers says as he steps away from the ladder and reaches down to the hem of his white shirt and pulls it up to wipe the sweat off his brow before dropping his shirt back down. Mindful of the glasses as always.

    Scott moves to the edge of the hangar and rolls the cart of tools away from the wall and brings it closer to the jet. He fills the hand cart and then starts to climb back up the ladder.

    "I know better than to turn it on while you're up here. Wait... since when can you burn? Did something happen to you?" Scott asks as he moves over to the opposite thruster and lifts that exterior panel and gets his hands down into the fuel flow system.

Rogue has posed:
Rogue just smirks as she keeps working, using a little special made tool that lets her move the parts around while the tool's bit changes to whatever bit she needs when it 'sees' the part she's working on. "If you're Han, then who's Leia?" She asks him, having been caught up on Star Wars movies by Kitty in the past 5 years of being at the mansion. Prior to coming here, Rogue was woefully out of touch when it came to pop culture both old and modern.

"And nope. I'm Ruby Roundhouse, if anyone." She says, speaking of course... of her favorite movie series.

"There." She says, slipping the tool out of its place as she sits up straight on the engine housing, her legs straddling it as she just works on that open panel. She sits back and starts closing circular ports on the exposed engine guts.

"And it's more about just not wantin' my clothin' totally obliterated by this thing. I'm sick of seein' my poor jacket get roasted." She says, while wearing her lovely bomber-girl jacket over her green and gold bodysuit.

Scott Summers has posed:
    "Ruby Roundhouse? The... girl from Doctor Who?" Scott asks as he reaches down to his hand toolbox and pulls out a specific wrench with a specific bit on the end. "I always wondered what Alan had to do with the new ones. Was that the jungle he was in? It never made sense to me." Scott says as he reaches both hands into the turbine housing and starts to click his wrench over and over.

    The X-man Leader leans back and cracks his back with a frown before he looks back over at Rogue. "Never would I have pegged you for such a nerd." He says pushing up his sunglasses on his face.

    "I think we need to increase the budget for fuel and repairs. I think we might be relying on Forge for too much." Scott ponders softly to himself as he looks down on the part he was working on.

Rogue has posed:
Rogue turns to her right and starts stuffing some of her tools in to a pouch hanging from her hip. "Ya'll put me in a room with Kitty until she moved to New York. What did ya expect?" She questions him idly before she turns forward once more and leans down to reach out and tap the button that causes the engine pod to start to seal up again like a Transformer. She effortlessly floats up in the air as the engine reforms and rebuilds itself beneath her, then she touches back down upon the covered hull on her booted feet.

"Doctor What?" She asks. Apaprently that one escaping her education in nerd culture.

Rogue starts to walk across the upper body of the Jet then, moving closer to where he is to watch what he's doing as she shifts her weight out on to one foot, with her other extended off to the side a bit, her hands going to her hips.

"We gotta be careful with buyin' stuff like that, don't we? It's already hella risky buyin' that kinda stuff and makin' people wonder just what the hell we're up to down here. If we get even more... well..."

Rogue glances to the south behind the jet toward where Forge's office lies. "I think he likes makin' the stuff himself. I think he makes some of it inta moonshine and chugs it too." She says with a grin before she leaps off the Jet and 'safe falls' at a slowed rate down to the ground where she impacts against the hangar floor. The Belle starts walking to the main tool cabinet then.

"I think ya should just get inta cars more, Scotty. Have you ever tried like race cars? NASCAR or that European stuff, Formula Racing?" She asks him as she starts to organize and clean some of the tools used here today.

Scott Summers has posed:
    "You bring up a good point. We need to vet our students much more thoroughly. We don't need more nerds around here." Scott says teasingly as he looks down at his side of the thruster manifolds before himself. "Well, it's hard to hide 'jet fuel' in the budgets and itenerarires, but Charles and Jean, and Forge, do quite well but it is something I worry about." Scott says, fully ignoring the question earlier that Rogue asked, who was Leia. No, instead, Scott is busy, reaching down into the manifold and readjusting the fuel hose. Making sure it's connected to the injector propperly, and checking the hoses. "Doctor Who... Nevermind. Oh, racing. No. Too dangerous for me to get into." Scott says with a frown as he turns towards Rogue, tapping his glasses with a pair of fingers, frowning softly, but shrugging with his acceptance of his faults.

    "Maybe I should look into it." Scott says with a smirk, and looking back down at the jet, and pulls his hand out to place the panel back down and secure it with the few bolts that sit flush. "But it's always intrigued me."

Rogue has posed:
Rogue is just smiling as she listens to Scott respond. She keeps running a cleaning process on the tools she had in front of her, brushing and scrubbing before she places them back in their foam-fit cases. "You're a Jet pilot, Scott. You're a member of somethin' akin to a para-military strike force'a Mutants fightin' for the good a'Mutantkind AND Humankind. But drivin' a race car is too dangerous for ya?" She asks, giving a momentary glance over her right shoulder and past the dangling locks of snow-white hair framing her face. "I don't buy it for one minute."

She looks back to the tools, then considers something else that she tosses out with a bit of extra gumption to her words. "AND you love cars! I just---"

Rogue stops talking.

Scott will hear it a few seconds later. A girly little sneeze comes from Rogue, followed by a second before the southern gal is just exhaling and shaking her head. "God, are the air filters not runnin' in this place?" She asks before slipping another tool back in to its place of rest and relaxation.

"Anyway. You need somethin' extra in your life, Scott. Somethin' that gets your motor revvin', if ya dig me."

Scott Summers has posed:
    "Yeah, but ... I'd need a special ruby quartz visor." Scott says with a shrug. "Y'kno--- Bless you." Scott says, with a look back to Rogue and cants his head "I'll get the filters looked at. It's not a problem often with most people in here for a few minutes at best." Scott explains.

    Then Scott stands up and drops his tools back into his tool box. Looking towards Rogue the x-man then asks, "Why do you want me to pick up a hobby so badly?"

Rogue has posed:
Rogue picks up the tray of tools and slips it back in to the shiny metal cabinet on wheels. She closes it up with a click of its fasteners, then pulls her gloves off to tuck them in to her jacket pockets. She shrugs her shoulders inside of her suit and jacket, her chestnut and white hair bouncing atop them.

"I just watch you sometimes. Not creepy watchin', just... Okay, you're a good leader. A good team leader. But I think if you had your mind on other things sometimes, you could come back to the team with a fresh perspective, and maybe not frown quite so much at the things you don't like. Maybe I'm wrong, I just was listenin to some psych podcasts the other night, and they said our minds need to be shifted like the gears on cars, in order to keep the pace and win the race. It made me thinka you for some reason. Cars, I guess, and the Jet."

She motions to it as she stares at the back of his head from where she is several feet away.

"I just figured you could use somethin' that makes you feel a little more than just this..." She motions at the hangar, the Jet included. "WE all need somethin' more, Scott."

Scott Summers has posed:
    "I never knew you paid that much attention..." Scott says with a glance towards Rogue before he rubs his hands free of grime with a blue rag that he pulls out of his back pocket. "I didn't think this was more than what I needed." Scott says with a shrug of his shoulders as he picks up his tool box and moves over to the side of the jet, towards the ladder.

    Twisting softly so he can put his foot down on the top rung and carefully walk down the ladder with the tool box in his hand.

    Summers can't help but feel a little odd about the whole interaction with Rogue, "I'll look into finding a hobby... What about you? Are you saying your podcasts are a hobby? When are you going to write one?"

Rogue has posed:
Rogue hooks her thumbs under her belt which hangs down lower on her right hip thatn it does on her left. She smiles at him as he descends down toward her and asks that question. Her head shakes right to left then. "I'm not doin' that. I got my degree, I finished my first year'a teachin' now... Been learnin' so much about how t'be a right an' proper adult, an' I think I've done a right good job of it too, if I don't say so myself..."

She now raises her arms up to fold them across her stomach with her bare hands touching the backs of her elbows.

"But this ain't it for me, an' I don't know if ya know it, but I don't plan t'live here for the resta my life. I'm gonna save up an' buy a farm house somewhere close, I hope. My 'thing' will be that. Get some horses.. have a garden... have a nice lounge by a pond t'sit on and read until there ain't no more sunlight left t'show me the words on the pages..."

It's clear that the Belle's mind is thinking of her dream home, and what she'd do on it as she spaces out visibly for a moment.

But soon to come her green eyed gaze is going back to Scott's ruby covered own. "This is my plan for myself anyway, cause I think its good t'keep workin on ourselves. Never give up, never surrender." She adds a glint of a grin after saying that before she strides past him toward the Blackbird's entry ramp, her hands back at her sides now.

Scott Summers has posed:
    Scott takes his toolbox back over to the larger one on the wall and he starts to empty his much smaller toolbox, every part with it's specific place. "You've done a good job, no one died, the place is still standing, standing again I mean." Scott says with a knowing smirk as he grabs a disposable rag from the wall, and starts to get the oil and gunk from his finger nails and fingers. "I could see you owning a large house and farm. I don't know much for myself, but I'll certainly take a look into the idea of racing. Worst thing is I'll work on a crew and have someone else drive the car. But it does seem fun." Summers notes aloud as he leans away and tosses the used rag towards Rogue, she could use a wipe up.

    "Never surrender." Scott repeats before he walks towards the elevator. "I'll let you clean up, you need to go start saving up for your first pony, no?" Summers teases.