8358/Pumping Iron

Pumping Iron
Date of Scene:	21 October 2021
Location:	Workout Room
Synopsis:	No description
Cast of Characters:	Scott Summers, Ororo Munroe

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Scott Summers has posed:
Back to the grind.

That's what Scott sounds off in his head as he finds himself in the workout room after a short break from Danger Room madness. Scott goes hard, too hard, in fact. He's always trying to push his limits and keep himself in tip top shape. Wearing his red shades, a black tanktop with a red 'x' at the chest, and some black sweatpants, Scott puts himself to work.

He's been in here a little bit, judging from the light shine of sweat that gathers on his forehead, he pushes the heavy bar of the benchpress, each side having enough weights for the total to weigh about 400lbs. He seems to almost make it look easy, despite his slim build.

For the moment, he's alone pressing the weight.

Ororo Munroe has posed:
Ororo's in the midst of being back to the grind herself.

Of course, she started out a little more lightweight than Scott's currently going, in a rather literal sense. Some might think the warm weather outside with just the slightest hint of refreshing breeze was summoned up by the dark skinned weather goddess for her morning job, but she's not telling. White hair tugged back into a sensible ponytail held with a dark elastic, her dark skin slightly gleams with sweat from that jog as she smoothly moves into the workout room, apparently on a beeline for one of the exercise bikes, flashing an ivory grin Scott's way as that gait slows, until she's bouncing from foot to foot, keeping nimble as she eyes those weights and does the math.

She draws a slow breath, accented voice calling out with a playful lightness to her tone, "My my, leading by example even when no one's around? Exactly the dedication we all expect from you, is it not? Perhaps if you run out of plates, we can all start jumping onto the bar in pairs."

After all, nothing inspires further efforts like a little light-hearted teasing.

Scott Summers has posed:
You have to set the example on and off the court or the team falls apart from a lack of someone to look to. Scott has both succeeded and failed their expectations so many times, but this won't be one of these times. He's not going to half-ass it, he's not going to screw it up.

Never again.

The X-Men were his family. They were there for him when his parents were deceased, they were there for him when he searched northwards and southwards for his brother Alex. Ororo's gentle teasing doesn't seem to deter him at allfrom his focus or his task. "Happy to live up to expectation." Scott replies as he lifts the bar upwards twice more before setting it back on the rack and sitting up.

"How have you been, Ororo?"

Ororo Munroe has posed:
Ororo shrugs lightly and hums out, as she finally makes her way to the exercise bike she'd chosen, leg lifting to swing over it, fingers tapping to set the resistance before she begins to pump her legs steadily. She might be acting bright and carefree, but she's certainly not going to hold back on her own training as she draws deep, steadying breaths and begins to increase rhythm against the resistance.

She does ponder that question for a long moment as she focuses on settling into her rhythm, "Oh, I suppose I cannot complain too much. Well, not yet. Autumn may be alovely time of year, but once the snow falls I'm certainly going to be considering a joyride in the Blackbird to somewhere sunny and tropical every weekend." Shoulders lift and shrug as that rhythm falters a little, "But I have been well. Ensuring Remy kept out of trouble most recently. Just enjoying life so far this week though. It's important we take time for ourselves. We can't always be 'on', no?"

Scott Summers has posed:
This is why you always push it.

People around you will push it as an immediate result. Keep the momentum going and keep morale high by showing them that their leaders (selected or forced) are making sure they are at their best to make sure nobody dies in the field or ends up on the wrong side of the fence. It's out of concern and duty, not necessarily out of want. Granted, Scott looks -great- physically speaking, but he's keeping himself in tip top shape so he can be of use to the team.

He 100 percent approves of Ororo getting it done on the leg curls.

"No fan of the winter? You could just change the weather you know." He smirks at her, even though he is aware that she's taking in order to create. "I'm glad to hear you've been well. Gambit has been...okay. His experience was traumatizing, but he's well. That reminds me - what have you been doing in your time off? You don't speak of it too often."

Ororo Munroe has posed:
Ororo's eyebrows perk, then lower, eyes narrowing as she fights back a wide grin at the suggestion of just changing the weather, "Scott, my darling man... if you want a literal mob with torches and pitchforks outside the gates, we could simply post an ad on the internet instead of having me twist the climate around my little finger!"

She falls silent for long moments, or at least mostly silent, deep breaths keeping her legs moving steadily, body gleaming with more sweat, no holding back for her, oh no, she's surely inspired to try and match Scott for effort at least. "Oh! I haven't really been up to too much, keeping in shape, hitting the city for concerts now and then. I should see if any of the students need my help with anything, yes?"

Scott Summers has posed:
Ororo calls Scott a 'darling man' and where most men would probably blush, Scott does not! Rather, he seems to smirk at her as he runs a hand through dark locks. "It wouldn't be the first time an angry mob has come approaching these very doors. But thankfully, we can simply tolerate that the seasons change. After all, if there was a witch hunt, that'd be almost worse than the purifiers coming around again."

Was that....humor?

Though when she speaks that she hasn't been too busy lately, he seems amused. "That would be wise. Many of them see you as a better teacher than even Jean and I. You're patient and you're kind, Ororo." Flatterer. "Any good concerts?"

Scott listens to the radio every day. He rarely has time to attend concerts.

Ororo Munroe has posed:
Arms crossing over the handlebars of her exercise bike, Ororo lifts up, leaning forward, legs working a little harder but slower as she increases the resistance of the bike pedals once more and shrugs lightly with a bright grin, "Yes, well, sending Purifiers tumbling away in a hurricane of wind is far more acceptable than if I just blow away neighbours upset I ruined their Christmas snow, no?"She snorts softly and murmurs out, "And besides, a witch hunt wouldn't be too worrying in and of itself. I hid my pointy hat."

Surely, if the students and possibly even their teammates saw all this humor between them, there'd be _shock_ around the mansion.

As she works herself further she laughs out and shakes her head slowly, "Oh, well, it's all part of my scheme, Scott. Appear serene and unshakable and it gives people unshakable faith in you."

She slows herself to a more leisurely pace and effort and stretches her arms up with a slow arch of her back, "Oh, nothing terribly exciting, just a way to get to the city, indulge in some fast food time to time. But then, concerts are only ever _so_ fun all alone. I think I may need to socialize more, hm? And you, Scott? You're not keeping _too_ to yourself?"

Scott Summers has posed:
After this, Scott readies himself once again and puts on some more plates to the bar, now more like 500 lbs. In who's world is 400lbs a -warm up-?! But, Scott seems to lie back a little bit, smirking a tad at Ororo's sense of humor as she talks about her pointy hat and hiding it. All the same though, the students would totally lose the dread and fear at Scott's very name if they heard this kind of talk between the two of them!

It'd be wild.

But as Scott starts to lift the bar up and making it look like its not difficult, he goes surprisingly slow, more of an excercise of control than repetition. Even as she talks about a way for her to get out more and socialize. "I can come with you sometime." Did he just ask Ororo out? Or is he just being friendly? She asks if he's keeping too much to himself and he raises a brow.

"I'm all work. I play hard, but there's always another job." So yes, he's keeping very much so to himself.

Ororo Munroe has posed:
Ororo's workout slows, stops, and she slips off to wander towards the free weights... only to pause at them and just _stare_ at Scott's weights as he adds more, "I'm beginning to think I was _not_ joking about you being able to bench press multiple teammates, Scott. But it doesn't count as playing hard unless weight lifting is your idea of a game." Eyebrow quirks, lips curve in a crooked smile as she sighs out, "You know, I may take you up on that offer. If not for a concert, at least to get you away from the weights for the evening. Lest you pull something." Eyebrows lift downright tauntingly, "Unless, of course, you think that there's going to be an urgent alarm in the next few hours? Have you begun developing precognitive abilities? And cynicism does not count, my friend."

Scott Summers has posed:
Scott notices that Ororo's workout stops, but that doesn't stop him from continuing. The bar touches his chest and he pushes it back out, almost as if the bar had bounced off of his chest to raise itself back into the air, firmly locked into his grasp. Though Ororo's teasing about him being able to bench press multiple teammates, Scott chuckles.

"I could lift you. I couldn't lift Piotr." Especially not when he's in his steel form! Scott seems to return the joke though, though she sighs out that she may take him up on that offer, his head slightly lifting so he can look at her. After finishing one more lift of the bar, he sets the heavy weight on the rack and sits up to look at Ororo. "I've been meaning to get out..." He rubs his chin a moment, though his eyes then set on Ororo.

"Not at the moment. I'll keep my phone on me in case we get called though." He looks at Ororo. "Should we go now or later?"

Ororo Munroe has posed:
Ororo lets out a helpless, unintentional little snort of laughter, "Yes yes, you cannot benchpress the mansion itself either, that is hardly an indictment of your abilities, Mr. Summers."

She clicks her tongue sharply and shakes her head quickly, arms crossing under her chest, lightly bouncing on the balls of her feet, just working down from her earlier intent motion so she doesn't cramp. "Oh, I think now would probably be best. Neither of us has any other plans, and if I leave you alone you might get into trouble. Or try to benchpress someone else."

She snaps her fingers and points, "But yes. We'll find something to do so we can have some fun. And we'll keep it secret, so that our austere, implaccable images are intact, no?" She snorts and snickers softly, "And yes, we'll remain within cell signal range, in case the sky falls in, or some other dramatics begin to ensue. But I insist you relax and enjoy yourself without a care. You wouldn't want to upset your resident weather goddess, hm?"

Scott Summers has posed:
"The only thing I can do is shoot beams from my eyes, Ororo." Scott shakes his head and sems to smirk a little bit. Scott has no superhuman strength, but he's still strong by human standards. He could probably judo throw Piotr if the momentum was in his favor, but straight up lift? Physics declares that to be pretty much impossible. Though as she seems to cross her arms under her chest and bounce on the balls of her feet, Scott can't help but look largely amused at her constant movement and approving.

"Now it is."

Scott stands up to his full height, being just a few hairs taller than Ororo. They'll find something to do. "Don't suppose any concerts are nearby. Though if I don't want to upset my resident weather goddess, how should I dress?" He questions her. "How ae you going to dress? Or are we just staying in these?"

Scott looks at himself. "I don't exactly look like eye candy."

Ororo Munroe has posed:
Ororo shakes her head with a little laugh, "Oh no, I'm afraid Thursday night concerts aren't really a thing. We could probably find some coffee shop with an open mic night but... I said fun, didn't I?" One eyebrow arches high, gaze matching those ruby glasses as she murmurs dryly, "I don't think I'm going to encourage you to unwind and enjoy fun now and then by subjecting you to someone missing every other chord, hm?"

That bouncing slows and stops as she speaks, until she's simply breathing softly, wound down from that workout. Hips cock as she drops one hand to rest on them, lips pressing into a thoughtful line, "And I'm not sure we should go _out_ dressed like we just had a workout. Perhaps we should hit the showers." And then she laughs softly and richly, eyes twinkling, "Scott, darling man, I _dare_ you to go to a gym in the city, do a workout dressed as you are, and see how many looks you get that you would expect to be directed at eye candy. I think you may be biased against yourself, yes? Shall we tidy up and decide what we'll do?"