16931/Scott Has No Clue

Scott Has No Clue
Date of Scene:	15 January 2024
Location:	Xavier Estate Garage, Salem Center, Westchester County, New York
Synopsis:	Remy and Alex tinker with Scott's bike in expectation that Scott will blame Logan - since Logan is always doing things Scott doesn't like.
Cast of Characters:	Alex Summers, Remy LeBeau

---

Alex Summers has posed:
It's 10pm, overcast, cold outside with slight snow on the ground. The multi car (11+) garage doors are closed, except for one of the side doors (human sized) that is partially open. There's a small focus lamp that allows light to be cast in the room in a specific area, but can also be seen through the open side door. The sound of a socket dropped to the concrete floor can be heard outside.

Inside, Alex Summers is wearing a long sleeved black shirt (made of unstable molecules) and black cargo pants along with his black combat boots, and black gloves. He's not being stealthy, but he's also not being overtly loud. He's crouched next to Scott's motorcycle and he's up to no good.

Alex retrieves the socket, puts it back on the spark plug, and tightens it back up as if he had just done something untoward.

Remy LeBeau has posed:
     Coming back from a trip over to Harry's, the rumble from Remy's bike signals his arrival a moment before the mutant's arrival at the garage. The garage door near Alex starts to open, controlled remotely from Remy's bike, and the Cajun idles outside waiting for the door to open fully.

     Whistling a bit to himself, Remi notices the light coming from the open door and quicks a brow as he lowers the stand to his bike.

     "Bit late for tinkerin' ain't it," he questions to the interior of the garage without knowing who is there yet.

Alex Summers has posed:
Hearing the arrival, Alex looks around for how to cover up his intent and trickery. But it's too late and things happen too fast as the door opens finding him unmoved as the light of exposure is cast upon him.

Alex has an anxious look on his face when the garage door comes up and he's busted. Then he sees it's Remy and he smiles broadly. "Oh you know... just making sure things are straightened up in here. Noticed a loose wire on Scott's bike.. figured I'd sort it for him." - and that's a lie.

Remy LeBeau has posed:
     Wheeling his own bike into the garage, Remy chuckles and nods to Alex while he puts his bike away in its spot. "Bein' the dutiful brother there, eh Alex?" Remy questions as he gives the Summer's brother a bit of side eye and a quirk of his lip. "T'ats good on ya."

     Remy sets the bike down and makes he way over to lean against the wall over by Alex, "So, which wire was loose, mon ami? Need any help fixin' things?"

Alex Summers has posed:
"Oh you know, the spark plug one.." he says with a growing grin while walking around to the other side of the bike as saying, "The other one is loose too. I better check the plugs and reconnect the wire." It isn't lose, off, disconnected or whatever. And he's still holding the socket wrench with the spark plug remover socket firmly in hand. He's probably up to no good regarding the actual plug itself. Perhaps bridging the gap so it won't spark and thus giving his brother a fouled out set of plugs. He kneels down on the opposite side of the bike and begins his pranking work.

Remy LeBeau has posed:
     The Cajun levels his gaze on Alex and just grins knowingly, "Of course! T'e sparkplug one. Can't be driving around with bad sparkplugs, non? That would, like, cause the bike to sputter and misfire and have merde for power, oui? Hate to see t'at kind of thing happen to good ole Scott."

     Remy pushes off the wall and moves over to squat next to Alex with a mischievous grin. "How can I help?"

Alex Summers has posed:
Alex chuckles at the description while pulling the plug. "So the obvious thing is spark plugs. Always the plugs. Over the summer I was bleeding the fuel line a few pints at a time as if the bike had been ridden or someone stole the gas. Then last winter I tinkered with the headlight. Scott totally blamed Logan for all of it. Because over the years, Logan would /borrow/ Scott's bike often. Returning it in less than optimal condition. So I've been messing with it since. We don't want to do any major damage or something overt. And definitely not sugar in the tank. But, there's a computer panel under the seat. Pull the seat. Take off the cover and you can see the board. There are a few dip switches that can be altered to mess with the timing. So once he gets the plugs figured out, he'll have to figure out the timing issue."

Remy LeBeau has posed:
     "On it."

     Now a man on a mission, Remy stands from his squat and heads over to the seat of the bike, lifting it as Alex instructed to reveal the circuit board. He stares at the electronics panel for a few moments to locate the right switches. "Always good to have a good fall guy," the Cajun laughs merrily, "Logan make one of t'e best, long as he don' sniff out who is givin' him t'e headache. Though with it messing with Scott he might even just let it slide."

     Remy flips a few of the switches in a random pattern. "So, how t'ings with you, Alex? Life treatin' ya right?"

Alex Summers has posed:
Alex hasn't been around much lately. Rumor had it he was seeing a girl down in the city. He even missed the X-Mas celebration hanging out with her instead. But for whatever reason, he's back and been lurking around the mansion more than not these past couple of weeks - as if the relationship was over.

He answers, "I'm good. Nothing really to complain about that's worth complaining about. How about you? You were on walkabout for a time. Did Scott give you the nth degree about it, interrogate you or anything?"

Remy LeBeau has posed:
     Remy starts to put the seat back on to hide the evidence. "Bout the same, really. Haven't really seen Scott, or most anyone to be honest. I've been kind of layin' low. I'm sure he will get 'round to it when he deems me worthy of the time. Figure till then, if people want me, t'ey can kind me."

     Remy shrugs his shoulder, "Not much to say. Was down in New Orleans tryin' to get my way back into t'e good graces of my people. Didn' work out. Trusted the wrong 'friend'. You know how it goes."

Alex Summers has posed:
Alex fouls out the last of the four plugs by scraping the ground electrode and bending it slightly on the concrete floor then putting a bit of carbon from his pocket into the space, wedging it in there good. Then he goes about putting the plug back into the engine while listening to Remy share.

There's a clear nod of knowing how it goes, "Dude, you ain't tellin me nothing that I ain't already experienced. People suck and for me, it's really hard to trust anyone outside our 'circle of trust'. Which is tiny. So yeah, I get exactly what you're sayin."

Remy LeBeau has posed:
     Remy nods, rubbing his side a bit where the bullet wound he showed up with was, "Oui. Can't say I blame t'em. After it went down I realized t'ey jus' returnin' the favor I paid t'em last time. Family. Can' live wit' t'em, can't live without t'em, non?"

     He chuckles and wanders to the open air just outside of the garage, reaching into his pocket and in a practiced move obtaining a cigarette and lighting it. "Needless to say, Don' look like I will be goin' home anytime soon, so I guess this is home for now."

Alex Summers has posed:
"This place is always a good home to fall back to, back on... whatever." Alex says while tightening the plug with just the right amount of torque. He then stands and picks up his tools on the floor, careful to put them back where got them while he says, "Plus, like I mentioned the other day. We can definitely use you around."

Remy LeBeau has posed:
     Taking a drag from the cigarette, his face illuminated in the glow from the cherry Remy nods once. "So you say, but pretty sure t'ere are others in the mansion who may think differently, non? Last time I see Rogue she say she getting married. Pretty sure I ain' invited. Or wasn' if it already happened."

     Shrugging he takes another drag from the cigarette and lets the smoke trickle out from his nostrils. "Whatever make her happy, non? If t'at be Jean good for t'em. Still doubt either of t'em want my pretty mug 'round."

Alex Summers has posed:
"Yeah... dude. I totally get your situation. I always thought that Lorna and I were the end all, be all. But now she won't have anything to do with me. And it was never anything I did. She just went all possessed by some other personality, demon, Malice, or writer and went on another tangent. So yeah, I get it. It's clearly not the world we remember. Heck, that said, we could be victims of some reality alteration or maybe they're space aliens pretending to be our loved ones. Or worse, Brood. But yeah, it's just a matter of letting it sort itself out because who knows; things will probably change next week when another personality takes over." ((Not being meta, but it really seems like multiple personality disorders around here))

Remy LeBeau has posed:
     Remy nods, the cherry of the cigarette once again illuminating his features in its glow as he takes a drag. "We all just play de hand we get dealt, mon ami. Sometimes we win, sometimes we don'. All we can do is just do de best with what we got." He does a little flourish with his hand and an ace of spades appears in-between his fingers, "...and maybe try and cheat a little to get de upper hand, non?" He grins, glancing over at Scott's bike before looking back to Alex.

     He flicks his wrist and the card goes sailing towards the garage, the edge sticking into the wood life it was a knife. "Everything changes, people most of all."

Alex Summers has posed:
Alex looks at the directed bike in question, smiles and gives a nod. He says, "I guess change is the only constant - but on the other side of that coin; I'm getting less and less every time I buy something." he pulls the side door closed then walks through the main garage door pushing the button to bring down the roll-up-door.

Remy LeBeau has posed:
     "Dat's why it's just easier to take it when nobody's lookin'. Less buyers remorse dat way, non?" Remy says with a smirk. He takes a final drag from the cigarette before it starts to glow with a purple flame. He flicks the butt up into the air where it puffs away into nothingness with a small explosion.

Alex Summers has posed:
Alex chuckles and shakes his head. "And then some of us get busted and then drop the soap in prison. Nope. I'm good with paying for it. Anyway, I gotta head out." He starts walking toward his nearby parked Jeep. "Have a good evening, Remy. Good to have you around."