6747/Shooting Stars

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Shooting Stars
Date of Scene: 30 June 2021
Location: Roof Tower
Synopsis: Rachel and Scott Summers try to bridge the gap between them with beers and stargazing.
Cast of Characters: Scott Summers, Rachel Summers




Scott Summers has posed:
Scott Summers has regretted not getting to know his erstwhile daughter more. Her existence had been a shocking revelation and, in the aftermath, he'd perhaps focused too much on the broader implications of her arrival for the timeline than on the personal implications to him. He had a habit of doing that, turning everything into the work and not thinking about the personal side.

Time to rectify that.

So he'd invited Rachel over and asked her to join him up here on the roof. He likes it here, enjoying the long view of the grounds, the stars overhead and the isolation of getting away from the heavily trafficked areas of the often packed mansion. He has a six pack of beer and he sips on one as she arrives, "Welcome," he says, rising from his seat. He's wearing a simple blue A-line tank top and shorts, along with sneakers, his eyes hidden behind the trademark ruby quarts wraparounds. "Thought you might enjoy some peace and quiet, with you living in the city now and all."

Rachel Summers has posed:
It was -strange-; that invitation. Rachel had received the message and wondered really if she should even show up. Now that she was back in town from her 'walk-a-bout', she mostly stayed away from the mansion and anyone who frequented, save for a few coffee dates here and there.

So when she arrives, she does so unconventionally. She doesn't take the front door, or the back. She takes to the air, mostly because it was freeing, there was freedom. So when she arrives she lands upon the top, hands still in her coat pocket, head hung just a little.

Her eyes remain planted upon the ground until she looks up, a smile so awkward given, but she does give a little nod. "Everyones so loud out there." She finally says, making moves to remove her jacket. She herself had on a tank top. But she wore a skirt that connected to shorts underneath. Upon her feet? Girly sandals, her entire outfit was comfortable.

"How.. are you?" Small talk, Rachel was bad with it.

Scott Summers has posed:
Scott Summers nods, "Anywhere you get a lot of people together, things get complicated. And noisy," he says. He invites her to take a seat on one of the folding chairs he has set up for them, the beer put away in a cooler to keep it fresh.

"I am doing very well. The school's on summer break, so that side of things is quieter. The X-men and the Brotherhood are coexisting in Mutant Town. I can't guess for how long that will last, given some of their personnel's violent habits, but we'll see. I try to be optimistic, even if it's not my nature."

"How are you?" he adds. "Alex tells me you're opening the X-Factor offices up?"

Rachel Summers has posed:
As Scott speaks and offers up the chair, she hangs her jacket upon the arm before she takes a seat. Settling in with a wriggle of her hips and her shoulders, her eyes out towards the night sky with one leg hooked upon the other. The beer was taken, pinched at the top, hand shaken out to get rid of the water. "That's good to hear.."

"I'm -trying-. I put up a few flyers to see if anyones actually biting into private investigating, but I'm just going to assume that it's not going to work." She cracks open the beer, feeling a little bit.. disheartened. "I'm going to volunteer over in Bushwick. Maybe I can find a case I can do on my own over there.." She gives a tight little smile, then looks away to focus upon opening her beer. "I don't know what the hell I'm doing anymore.."

Scott Summers has posed:
Scott Summers nods, "Trying to lead is difficult if no one wants to follow," he says. "I'm impressed at your initiative. Given what you've been through, I don't think anyone would think less of you just trying to sit back and stay away from the world," he says.

"Volunteering in Bushwick is good. They're dealing with a lot over there. It's been a powder keg for years now and I'm beginning to doubt it will ever settle down," he says. "I'm sure your help could go a long way."

Rachel Summers has posed:
"I just need to stay busy." Rachel confesses. For some reason, she seemed a lot more angrier than she was before. But, she clears it up with a shrug of her shoulders and a loud, slurping sip of the beer. Gross! But oddly good..

"I know. I'm actually glad something is trying to happen out there. But, honestly? They could benefit from your help too. Seeing you out there in the dredges would give any young mutant, powered or otherwise, some hope." She nods. "You should consider it.."

So she could avoid him and go elsewhere.. probably.. it was just awkward being around him.

Scott Summers has posed:
Scott Summers nods, "You're right about that. I don't think of myself as anyone of note, but, for better or worse, I have a position in the mutant community. Responsibilities. And I need to live up to them," he says.

"And I need to be there for you more, as well. I sometimes having a hard time wrapping my head around the fact that you even exist. I admit, I was stunned. And maybe I didn't handle it the way I should have," he says.

"I hope I can be a man you can be proud to call your father, even if I'm not exactly the same man as him. Timelines might diverge. Given the horrors you've seen, I hope so."

Rachel Summers has posed:
Rachel fidgets, "See.. unnnn.." She makes a slight noise, then rises from her seat. She begins to pace, stopping only to sip at her beer, then another sip, and then lifting the beer to her lips to crush the can as the liquid flows down her throat. Much like a frat-girl, but.. not..

"I don't know." Rachel says, her hands shaking out the liquid. "I don't know if that's what I came to hear or that's what I expected.."

She frowns. "We're practically the same damn age, and.. you died. You and mo.." She takes in a breath, then looks up towards the sky. "It's not your fault because... maybe it didn't even happen yet. Maybe it won't happen. I'm still here.." She looks down at her hands, then frowns. "I shouldn't exist but I'm here.."

She lets out a breath, moving towards the edge of the balcony, now leaning upon it to watch the ground below.

Scott Summers has posed:
Scott Summers isn't afraid of her falling. She can fly after all. So many of his friends do. He nods.

"I understand that. Maybe I can't be your father, certainly not the way that version of me was. But I can be your friend and, maybe, I can be your family. We often talk about the X-men being family. A lot of that comes because the kids who come here, their parents resent them or mock them or disdain them, just for being different. They don't have real families, loving families."

"Hell, I'm an orphan myself. The only family I have, I found, late in life, as a grown-up. Whatever term t here is for our relationship ,I would like for there to be one, at least."

Rachel Summers has posed:
Rachel doesn't move from her perch, still leaning against the railing, looking down.. rocking a little, then back up towards the sky. What he said made sense, and she wasn't about to rip the olive branch out of his hand and snap it over her knee.

"Okay.." She says, hand lifting to dig a little at her scalp, messing up her red hair. "Okay." She turns now, then gives him a tight smile. "Can kind of see why you're the leader. You pretty much can classy up a situation with some really good words."

Scott Summers has posed:
Scott Summers smiles, "Oh, I got a lot of scrapes and bruises getting there. Most of them to my ego. I had a habit of sticking my foot in my mouth once upon a time. A teenager thrust into leadership of a team of other teenagers will do that. Thankfully, I - and the others - matured since then and can pass whatever wisdom we've gained on."

"And I'm a leader, not the leader, not anymore. And I like it better that way. Plus, it gives me more free time. So maybe next time you decide to volunteer in Bushwick, I'll volunteer with you. Make it a family outing."

Rachel Summers has posed:
"That's.. unfortunate." Rachel heard the stories. Knew the dream. Saw her own world and what came of that dream. And hunted..

Rachel shakes her head now, pulling her thoughts away from that, then returns to her seat. Her feet kick out so that she slumps, hanging onto the chair with but a thread.

"That'll be cool. I.. can put a call out to the guy, he left his number somewhere.." She frowns, knowing damn well that she could find him just as easily too. "I'll throw our name in the hat."

Scott Summers has posed:
Scott Summers knows the guy, too, of course. He knows all the guys. That was part of who he was. But he'd let Rachel handle it.

"Cool," he says, moving over and taking his own seat again, leaning back in the chair and taking a long sip of his beer.

"Nothing makes the day a little brighter like doing some good. But I like the dark sometimes, too. Especially when it's got a view like that," he says, gesturing up at the scatter of stars up above.

Rachel Summers has posed:
Rachel pulls out her burner phone, already sending a text. She looked as if she were one of those flat people on the old don't do drugs commercials, but the text was sent. "Done."

Her phone was tossed aside, probably to be left there over night as she laces her fingers together to look at the sky. "What do you mean?" Rachel finally says, peeling her eyes away from the nights sky. "Is everything okay here?" There was almost a 'want' to pry, but.. technically, they shared the same DNA.

Scott Summers has posed:
Scott Summers shakes his head, "Nothing wrong as far as I know. But I tend to live in perpetual expectation of the worst. Always prepared. Makes it hard to relax. But I'm trying."

Rachel Summers has posed:
"If you ever want.." Rachel says, not even looking in his direction. "I can help with that." How? He could only guess. Look at who his wi.. who her mom was. But there, she was content to sit in silence, leaning forward to reach for another beer, which was cracked open with one hand by letting it rest upon her thigh. This would have been good with barbecue.