6333/Alex Factor

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Alex Factor
Date of Scene: 25 May 2021
Location: X-Factor Investigations
Synopsis: Alex and Rachel unpack X-factor and talk family
Cast of Characters: Rachel Summers, Alex Summers




Rachel Summers has posed:
Time flies.

Before, Rachel had been gone. Whisking herself away in the middle of the night for an adventure across the states. Bed and breakfasts were stayed in, her overall visage hidden sometimes from prying eyes. It wasn't that anything bad had happened; when you want to get away to reacclimate yourself to the cause, you would just have to do it.

Though, there was always a way of doing things though. Directly affect things? No. Keep watch as time passes by? No. Rachel resigned herself to make her own way, future be damned. She was intent that she wouldn't see it.

She would be an old woman who died of a stroke, of course!

So, what to do? With the X-Factor building left untouched, she finally breaches the front door with her keys, pulling it closed behind her. Her hands upon her hips, and a sigh was given. Time to dust the ol' cobwebs off to see what will shake loose of her cleaning adventures..

Alex Summers has posed:
Alex Summers pulls up his motorcycle outside, dropping some coins in the meter and heading to the building. He double checks the address Rachel gave him, opening the door and finding her just inside. He's wearing a meshback baseball cap and a sleeveless, baggy Kobe Bryant jersey.

"So, this is the place, huh? Well, I can definitely see how you could afford it," he says. "So, what exactly do you want to do with this place? You gonna be a private detective? Open up a pawn shop? Maybe a video arcade?" he asks with a crooked grin.

Rachel Summers has posed:
Hearing the motorcycle, Rachel was a little bit relieved to share company. She didn't want to do the heavy lifting alone, but she could utilizing her powers. But as he steps in, Rachel looks back, then around the place, her eyes now lifting towards the ceiling and back down again.

"I might go into the private detective business." She states, but wasn't convinced. "Though I don't know what sort of cases to take on." With that said, she finally moves to the wall to her left, unhooking the broom and dustpan, and starting from that corner she begins to sweep. "Video arcade doesn't sound bad, though."

Alex Summers has posed:
Alex Summers starts to gather up some of the empty boxes, flattening them out with his foot, kicking out the walls so that they're more easily disposed. "I used to love those as a kid. I think. I don't really remember that well, I was pretty young when...well..." he shrugs.

"My foster parents were pretty nice, though, they let me go sometimes, too, but by that time, I was more interested in girls than video games. You'd probably be a good detective, though, with the psychic thing and all that."

Rachel Summers has posed:
"Well yeah, I mean look at you. Not-Uncle." Rachel grins. Still, she sweeps, "I never got to have that life though. I'm envious of that." She sniffs, then stops sweeping. "Psychic thing? I don't know. That's something I really can't always rely on, because what if it's taken away from us? Then what do we have."

She starts sweeping again. "Plus, you know almost everything won't be solved by picking someones brain. I'll feel bad as hell being so intrusive."

Alex Summers has posed:
Alex Summers piles some stuff up in a corner for disposal, "You've had a lot harder life than...pretty much anybody. I hope you get a chance to get some happiness here and now," he says.

"And if someone comes to take our powers away, then we hit them back until they stop. I'm not full on the Brotherhood train, but I don't think we should be so passive as to just allow ourselves to be victimized."

Rachel Summers has posed:
"Me too." Rachel murmurs. Which is why she left. She had to make her own way..

"Not victimized, but by some happenstance they're all gone. But, it's just a thought." She waves her hand, then bends to sweep up the thick dust and trash onto the dustpan. As she rises, she moves to the opposite corner to dump the mess, smacking it against the side.

"Anyways, to hone my skills as a -real- detective is what I want to do. I think I might even try to enroll in college.." She frowns a little.. "But.. I need.. I think.." She sighs heavily. "Shit. I don't even have a birth certificate.."

Alex Summers has posed:
Alex Summers considers, "I never even thought of that. We have to have somebody who can help with that. Maybe we can just file for you as a refugee to get papers, although I'm not sure where we'd put as point of origin. 'The Future' is a pretty big swallow for your average county clerk," he sighs.

"Until then, you can feel free to put things in my name if you want. I have all the paperwork I could need and my credit's pretty good."

Rachel Summers has posed:
Rachel winces, then walks towards the sofa to whip the covered blanket free. She coughs, fanning the air before she plops down, which is what she meant to do to begin with. "It's not that. I need my name on things.. I want to go to coll.. wow. Just wow.."

All of that was hitting her at once. She frowns. "I need a GED." She begins to laugh, then shakes her head. "Just.. give me a credit card and let me know my limits. Christ.." Rachel was.. well, she doesn't even feel like she could do this now..

Alex Summers has posed:
Alex Summers puts down his load and walks over to her, putting a hand on his niece's shoulder. It's strange to think of her that way, time travel is a very strange thing. "Hey. You're not alone. Whatever you need to figure out, we'll get figured out. And yeah, I can do that, I'll open up a card for you to use. The University pays me pretty well and since I'm a single guy without any kids or even, like, pets, I end up saving a lot of my salary And I'm happy to help."

Rachel Summers has posed:
It wasn't odd to Rachel, in fact, it was comforting. But she doesn't remember much of her life with Alex in it, or if he even was there. But he was alive right now, and that's really all that mattered.

"Thanks." She says, reaching up to pat his hand. "Don't tell the others about this. Okay? I kind of want to do this on my own." She purses her lips, then blows out a bit of air. "Come on, lets haul some crap outside."

Alex Summers has posed:
Alex Summers nods, "If you like. I don't think it's anything to be embarrassed about. You can't help the situation you're in," he says. "Our whole family has a long history of weird things going on. Scott and I only got to know each other again a couple of years ago, after the system separated us. And it's not always easy still. Some of which is my fault, my temper...isn't always the best," he admits.

Rachel Summers has posed:
"I haven't even seen them since I've been back." Rachel shrugs. At least her cell phone bill was still paid! "Which, that seems odd to me. You don't remember him at all when you guys were kids?" Rachel finally asks. She was now grabbing the sheet from the table, standing to rip the other sheets away from covered furniture, coughing and waving her hand through the dust all the while.

Alex Summers has posed:
Alex Summers frowns, "I remember some of it, but it's kind of patchwork. I was still pretty young, only about three years old or so," he says. "Scott and I were separated by the system, for whatever reason. From what I can tell, he got the worse end of the stick, orphanage wise, but he doesn't like to talk about it. He's not exactly big on sharing his feelings," Alex admits.

"Not that I'm always much better," he sighs. "Now we're adults and we sort of remember each other, but there's a gap between where we should be and where we are, y'know, and I don't think either of us knows how to fix it."

Rachel Summers has posed:
"Is anyone in our family?" She smiles half-heartedly, then bundles up the blankets to shove into a bag.

"I'd say family therapy but.." Rachel shakes her head. "..but maybe try spending time with each other. You know, ask him to fix something for you or you both go out and kick some butt. Or.. see a movie. Whatever you people do now a days." She laughs, then frowns. "That sounded terrible."

Alex Summers has posed:
Alex Summers considers, "The only therapist I know is Jean and she's not exactly an uninterested party," he says. He shakes his head, "No, you're not wrong. We're both busy, but there should be more of an attempt to be in each other's lives. Maybe I need to commit more time to doing X-men things. I'm not even really a member of the team right now. But maybe that's the wrong reason to do that sort of thing. I don't know. I don't want to be a schoolteacher, that's for damn sure. I hate teaching grad school, much less high school kids."