15676/Non-Danger Room

Non-Danger Room
Date of Scene:	21 August 2023
Location:	Training Gym
Synopsis:	Rogue and Scott chat over training ideas and exciting topics like MATH and getting hit by things.
Cast of Characters:	Scott Summers, Rogue

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Scott Summers has posed:
In the far left end of the training room, there exists a specific lane dedicated almost entirely to just Cyclops' use. It's a simple, long station for one really limited purpose - small target practice with a narrowed, pinpoint visor. Usually the thing just sits back there, with the visor dangling off the elastic cord near the small table next to it. Perhaps the last time it was touched was somebody wearing it for a funny Cyclops impression while Scott wasn't around. Mostly it's just vacant, due to how specialized the use is. Most people don't have a need to use such a range - they'd use the one for guns, not the extremely boring and repetitive 'quickly shoot tiny little dots' like some kind of demented vision test.

Today, though, the lane IS in use -- sort of. Scott's seated there in workout attire, with the headset on, but technically he's distracted with a pile of OTHER paperwork he brought in with him. So the lane is doing blips and bops and offering targets, but Scott seems mostly involved in his paperwork, and shooting? ... nothing. Workaholic on display, attempting to do too much all at the same time. Clearly a moment of 'I bet I can train AND fill out forms at the same time'. Multitasking, right?

Rogue has posed:
Rogue's physical condition seemed to be locked in to what it was after absorbing Carol Danvers back in 2016. Lucky her, right? All the same, the peak physical condition also had a side effect of causing the young woman to crave exercise. Funny how that works. Additionally, since Rogue isn't prone to video games, or sitting in her room watching a screen all day, she ends up down here quite regularly. It's not the student gym, it's the X-Men gym, and thus it has a much more calm atmosphere to it, usually, and smells a little better. A little...

Emerging from the women's team room, Rogue is wearing a black tanktop and dark green exercise shorts, with bright yellow and white sneakers on her feet. She's tying her hair up in to a high ponytail, her elbows thusly wobbling around in front of her as she walks further out in to the gym itself.

Her path takes her past where Scott is, and as she gets her hair done up, she just eyes him.

"What are ya workin' on, Slim Shady?" She inquires, her hands dropping down to her sides with a slap.

Scott Summers has posed:
"I can tell you, it is not an explosive new rap; I will not, in fact, be standing up," Scott deadpans evenly, smoothly. Sometimes he doesn't rise to the occasion on jokes, but he'll play a little bit today with Rogue, in his way. Usually he doesn't admit to knowing a reference at all: it only ENCOURAGES them, but sometimes, he'll allow his team to see he's a human and not a robot of stern commentary only.

"At least not until after these are done. I thought they'd be simpler but there's errors in some of these expense logs. I hoped to just approve." Scott's definitely got some boring work there. MATH. But his tone suggests he's not too upset over it, that it might not be a long problem.

Scott turns his head more towards her: probably looking at her, but maybe still at the numbers, hard to know with that visor. "After your warmup, I had a new challenge prepped for the obstacle course. If you get bored," Scott offers. Not unusual, new training modules from Scott can be hit or miss on 'fun' though.

Rogue has posed:
Of all the team members, Rogue is on the short list of ones who really goes easy on Scott, overall. She has a built-in respect for a good leader figure, and she has a built-in respect for a pretty man, which he is both. She learned a long time ago that he wasn't one to be swayed by her smiles, or flirtatious eye-batting too, which somehow further added to her respect for him. In the moment, she does stand near enough to peer over his shoulder at what he's working on, which has her show a sly grin. "You really do love math, don't you?" She asks, before she steps away toward a small kitchen area a handful of feet away. Striding behind it in her fancy bright yellow sneakers, the Belle throws open a fridge door, and retrieves a bottle of ice-cold water. The door is shut again with a 'thwomp as it seals, and she twists about again to face him.

After uncapping the bottle, and indulging in a sip, Rogue pauses to look at him, then out at the expansive gym. "You know me, Scott. I'm always bored." She states, her eyes going back to him to convey a happy expression.

Scott Summers has posed:
Scott's ingrained professionalism and introverted personality keep him stable, but sometimes boring to those that don't look beyond that surface aspect. Besides: he likes being seen as that dependable creature, that he could come out of a past as messy as his and somehow be an emotional rock for his team. That's a badge of honor to the Xmen veteran. Being that for others makes him feel successful.

"It's a wonder to me how others /don't/ love math. There's certainly enough to share. But sometimes I think having no answers is more exciting. Math eats magic, for people." Scott hooks a bit of a sideways smile. He's similarly relaxed with Rogue: and trusts her absolutely. There's never any flinch or watchfulness when the belle leans over into his personal bubble. Mutual respect works both ways.

"Mind pulling a second one of those, please?" Scott asks, with a turn of wrist towards the cooler, though he still has a pen in that hand. He does finish jotting down some things and slips to tuck the pen alongside the visor at his ear level. A funny little habit he's mostly beaten and stopped doing. Mostly.

"Is there something in particular that's just too boring?" Scott questions of the gym in general. He likes puzzles, such as keeping training engaging.

Rogue has posed:
The Belle steps back over to the fridge to grab another bottle, hooking it between her middle fingers she carries it over to Scott, the bottle swaying back and forth as it dangles from her digits. She smirks softly at him, and shakes her head lightly, her loose white bangs still waving against the sides of her face. "Nothin crazy today. I was gonna take my dog for a jog around the lake, but he got inta a bag'a Ho-Hos last night, I think, and he isn't feelin' well. Vet said just make sure he gets water down, and he should be okay though. Got Wendy Fleeb watchin him right now too." Fleeb being the young school nurse who signed on this time last year after graduating from same very school. Incidentally, the Fleeb kids have been some of the most over-achieving students ever from Xaviers, and Scott would most certainly admire them for that.

Rogue takes another sip from her bottle before she grins softly. "Math is its own language, so I heard. It's like Remy with his Cajun, or ... PIotr and his Russian, that he's always yellin' back and forth at with his sister. So I get it. I mean, I'm terrible at Math,b ut I understand why you'd like it. French is the same for me, afterall."

She holds her bottle in her left hand, with her right poised on her hip. "So what kinda program ya got ready to throw at us now?" She inquires.

Scott Summers has posed:
Hearing about the dog's ailment gets an immediate scowl from Scott; he dislikes hearing about anyone having any kind of health ailment: and he loves dogs. "Well, those are good hands to help; Wendy will get him back on his feet as soon as possible," Scott says, with his pragmatic quality, even if his intention is to be comforting. Logic is comforting for him, so it should be for others. Just Scott's way.

"Except that Math is all languages," Scott smiles briefly. It's not an argument, and it's not even really a correction. "I think it's more like..." he pauses to decide. "Language itself." But he lets that go. It doesn't bother him if others dislike math, and it isn't like Rogue is his math student, that he has to find a way to MAKE her try!

Scott accepts the bottle appreciatively, though he uses it on the back of his nape instead, to tease away a little bit of tension headache. He's not above allowing Rogue to see that he MIGHT have a headache. Were this a group training session, he wouldn't even show that much. Leader Perfectionism necessary.

"I made a few for different X-Men. Yours is related to dodge training...." Scott pauses, as if anticipating her blowing a raspberry, "Before you groan at me, it's possible to catch and hurl them back for bonus points, but they're /quick/. It's made for the obstacle area, for any of you with a tendency to stand IN things. Sometimes those things can harm you, though, and I prefer all of you unhurt."

Rogue has posed:
Rogue ever-so-slightly tilts her head to watch him put the water on the back of his neck like that. "Silly, Scott. That's not how ya drink it." She has to tease him, knowing full well that is the kind of joke he will ignore was ever said. She still grins though. "Ya need some aspirin?" She asks, figuring he might ignore that too.

Her eyes glance out at the gym, then back over at him again. "Dodgin practice, huh? Ya'll are sick'a repairin my uniforms when I come back with them all tattered up, I imagine. I'll admit, I kinda feel bad for the material and fabric funds, but... It's hard, ya know, when you're out there in the heat'a the moment, an' you gotta make a snap decision. I just kinda choose to go all in, and hope for the best outcome. Most things that run inta me, can't even hold a candle to me either, but... yeah, I know. Lasers and plasma, or whatever, I need to dodge that stuff, cause ya never know how hot, or burny, it might actually be." Yes, burny.

Another sip is taken as she recaps her water then. "I'm happy ta run it though, but ya know that little tingle I get in my head when danger is comin' my way, it is a cheat code if I'm actually TRYIN' ta dodge things." She tells him, now showing a bit of a self satisfied smile that radiates through the rest of her posture and poise. She's cocky, he knows this.

Scott Summers has posed:
"Is it?" Of the bottle. "Don't tell anyone I have a drinking problem," Scott deadpans. He didn't entirely ignore the joke: he enhanced it a little, but his tone suggests that's kind of the end of the play around the water bottle, at least from his participation. Still, he doesn't sound TOO strained. He shrugs a little at the aspirin question -- which, yes, is getting ignored. He isn't lying to say he doesn't need it, but he is brushing it off AS a need.

Scott quietly listens to her commentary about the uniform budget without much expression. When she says burny, he nods slowly. "Or how psionic." Ouch.

"Well, there's a level of no-tingle, and a level for tingle. Start either at your own discretion for how bored you are," Scott simply says, then, serenely. "Or run it with a teammate, with the goal to be sure /they/ dodge as well." Scott's good at turning up the difficulty, and doesn't seem to mind the cocky posture.

Rogue has posed:
Rogue does beam at his little return joke, but it fades fast as he goes back to business. She quietly listens before she gently nods her head a pair of times to what he says. "Hey, I'm a better dodger than Piotr or Logan. Ya gotta give me at least that much! Course... I can fly, and they can't, so maybe it's not the best comparison..." She states before drawing in a deep breath through her nose.

She shoots the exhale out. "Okay. I'll run it. Wait... is this a danger room thing, or are you just gonna like use that little visor'a yours in here and shoot at me? Your eye beams really sting, ya know?" She tells him, grinning again as her weight shifts from one foot to the other.

"Ya know, Scott, if ya just are makin' up excuses to shoot some'a us, all ya gotta do is be upfront with me about it... I know we're all moderately annoying to ya, even when we're trying not ta be."

Scott Summers has posed:
"Sting? Mmmm." Scott's insulted, maybe. Or pretending to be insulted. He's cloaking it, which makes him a little difficult now and then. That wall of expression, and with the glasses making his eyes unreadable!

"If you could catch one of my beams and throw it back, we'd really be in business for that. But alas." Scott, using his logic to be boring. Count on him to somehow be boring, despite being briefly fun... It's like a disease.

"Though knowing how to deal with being shot if I'm controlled isn't the worst idea. I'll add it to the list." Yaaay?

Rogue has posed:
Rogue shuffles her feet a little as she ponders these statements from the X-Men veteran. "What happens if your beams hit a mirror. Do they blow up the mirror, or do they reflect off of it? I can't recall ever seein' ya shoot a mirror surface before. I mean, I"ve seen ya hit metal, like all the time, but..." She slows down her words there, as she reconfigures her mind internally. "I feel like this is one'a those times that the more I talk, the dumber it sounds, so I am gonna drop that line'a questioning right there."

She grins for just a second then, and raises her right hand up to put it on the back of her neck under her ponytail where she rubs at the nape of her neck now. "I have run the program in the Danger Room where it simulates everyone on the team, so I've fought ya all a bunch'a times. That might actually be one'a my favorite one-on-room programs ta run. I like how the room knows how we fight, and emulates it. Especially the mirror match... Rogue on Rogue action." She says with a growing grin showing itself again upon her youthful face.

"Gambit an' I were runnin' one'a the robot horde mode ones last week though, those are satisfyin' in a whole different way."

Scott Summers has posed:
"The Danger Room will never be as creative or innovative as the real person. It'll just copy," Scott comments. "But best that way. Otherwise we'd have our own Ultrons to enjoy." Not so enjoyable....

"Robot horde -- I know the one. I think the zombie one is more what I prefer. They split apart. Though I admit, I usually don't play it on gore mode. It feels... I don't know -- unnecessary maybe." Captain efficient likes his zombies clean?

"Or that it dulls us to what actually is the case if there is blood. I don't ...ever want to be dulled to feeling something about seeing someone injured that way." Scott's quiet a moment, inwardly searching or finding, maybe.

"Depends on the mirror type, and beam band length. Destroy, but sometimes can do a bounce effect, like a pool table." He'll answer her question, at least. But he gives up on icing his neck, and just has some, getting up. He pulls off the visor connected to the station, which makes it turn off it's blips, and with his eyes closed, replaces the visor with his own glasses. The pen falls, but he catches it before it drops...

"But for now, please excuse me. I'm going to get this paperwork sent out. If you're still here when I get back, we can go from there," Scott offers. Slim Shady has now finally stood up.

Rogue has posed:
Rogue is just grinning at Scott, as she is purposefully trying to dig at his exterior to get a little look at the man underneath. The Zombie bit shows some of it was working too. "I've never run that one. I've seen a lotta blood since joinin the team, and I prefer not to volunteer myself to it, even if it is simulated blood by some weird ass space alien tech." She shakes her head side to side, and steps out of his way. "Ya better go to the lab to get some headache meds too, Mistah." She tells him as she watches him prepare to leave. "Don't have too much fun with those money books neither, ya hear?"

When he sets off, Rogue turns around to the vast array of exercise equipment. She starts meandering toward some of it, electing to hit the heavy duty treadmils first. Within moments she is running like a marathon sprinter too!