12212/Scott is having a case of the Mondays

Scott is having a case of the Mondays
Date of Scene:	21 September 2020
Location:	Scott's Room (North Halls), Xavier's School
Synopsis:	Emma stops by to give Scott a peptalk of sorts, and pick out his clothes for him. There is definitely a thick feeling of stress in the air in regards to what is going on with Jean.
Cast of Characters:	Cyclops, Emma Frost

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Cyclops has posed:
It's Monday and morning and classes are in full swing for the second week. Everything as usual is a well oiled machine. Everything but the X-Men field leader. Being that he's not a member of faculty or has any real role in the school outsdie of outside admissions from a security point of view, he doesn't need to roam the hallways handing out detention slips or doing surprise visits. With Jean having left the school, he is more or less just sitting in his room at his desk, staring at paperwork with a disinterested look on his face.

He's still in a simple t-shirt and a pair of sleep shorts, having yet made the effort to throw on some real clothes after his shower. He just doesn't feel the need to really 'get moving' after the stress of the weekend. Rubbing a hand along his face, his fingers graze across the unshaved stubble, which does more for him than not as he is normally smooth skinned and unblemished in his detail.

Emma Frost has posed:
Being as she only actually teaches a couple of specific classes *and* that she's also taking on the day-to-day running of the place, Emma is a little busier than usual. Luckily she has competent and skilled people at her business to run things day to day, so at least that's not an issue. However... the blonde telepath is feeling her way around this task Jean has asked of her with wariness. And one of the things that she is taking upon her own shoulders is the well-being of the person who is most likely to fall apart if things go further sideways with the redhead.

The knock on his door is brisk, and she doesn't wait for an invitation to open the door or not. She already knows, just from a quick scan, that he's not naked and he's not in the middle of anything. "Summers," she greets calmly as she enters his private space. Closing the door behind her, she quirks one eyebrow at him. As always, she is impeccably dressed -- white slacks, white silk sleeveless shell, heels. Her blonde hair is pinned in a loose knot that leaves a few wisps to soften the haughty line of her jaw. "You look like crap."

Her heels tick across the floor to his closet and she is rummaging by the time he gets his wits about him.

Cyclops has posed:
Glancing up from the paperwork in front of him, Scott doesn't get a chance to answer as the door whisks open and she is making her way to the closet. He furrows his brows from behind his ruby Raybans and clears his throat. "I just woke up and got out of the shower. l am sure I could look a lot worse." Obviously he has no real witty retort. She looks stunning and put together as always. It would be a wasted effort to even muster the attempt.

Rising upwards, he folds his arms over his chest as she investigates his closet filled with polo shirts, buttondowns and weekend warior clothing in the form of plain t-shirts. There is also a collection of ties, khakis, pants, jeans and one amazing suit that is for formal events.

"Can I help you?"

Emma Frost has posed:
"No," Emma retorts coolly. "You can help yourself and you can help the students." She looks over her shoulder at him and peruses the view. "Shave." It's an order. She goes back to pulling out khakies and a polo, tossing them on his bed. Then she turns to fully face the man. "Your personal griefs are not something the children need to see. They are already uneasy that Jean has put me in her position here. You need to be convincing them that things are proceeding as normal, or we will begin to have behavior problems. Which is the *last* thing we need; we are already going to be under a good deal of scrutiny."

Cyclops has posed:
"We already have behvaior problems. We're a school full of mutants ran by superheroes who put on spandex and punch monsters in the face." Scott says sourly to her. "And the students can't see me in my own room. When I'm outside of my room, no one would know a thing was wrong, unless they were a snooping telepath who is actively trying to get a read on me."

He rubs a hand along his face, feeling the grit of dark hair against his palm. "Maybe I'll grow a beard and not worry about shaving, seeing how I don't take orders from you. Wrong payroll, Emma." There is a furrow of his brow as he looks at the clothes she picked out, then shrugs. As usual, she has perfect taste.

Peeling out of his shirt, he rolls his shoulders back to crack the joints. His skin is well tanned and lined with scars of past battles across his chest and back. One of the many reasons why he and Jean changed the direction of the school from 'superhero academy' to 'let's just have four years of being normal.' What the original five went through for Xavier's 'dream' shouldn't be repeated.

"Anything else, your majesty?" He asks as he picks up the polo.

Emma Frost has posed:
Crossing her arms and tipping a brow at him, Emma smirks. "Yes, now that you mention it." She might be poking the bear, but once he's actually in motion, that regal demeanor slips just a bit. There is genuine concern for him behind the not-so-subtle bullying, though she wouldn't be pleased to realize it shows. "Did you know that the ... *power* that she contains was so powerful?"

Cyclops has posed:
Giving a shake of his head, Scott stares down at the polo for a moment before he pulls it up and over his head. He shucks the sleep shorts off, but thankfully for everyone he has boxer briefs on. He takes the pants she laid out and slides them on, giving a bit of a 'jump' to ensure his feet are through. With that, he takes his belt off the back of a chair and slides it through the loops.

"No. I always had a feeling she was holding back her gifts at times, but I never knew what the Professor did to her, or what was hiding within her. It feels like every day I turn over a new secret beneath a brick that Charles had laid down in the front yard. Obviously I am concerned and scared for her."

Emma Frost has posed:
Obviously. Emma pays little attention to the physique displayed, except to momentarily acknowledge it's a nice one with a brief perusal of a cute behind. She's not *blind*. But her focus is definitely on his face and the conversation.

"Bricking up a power is a recipe for disaster. Charles should have known better." Her tone is ... not as cold as it could be, but even in the calm there is a scathing indictment of the actions taken. "Whatever happens from here, Summers... she is going to have to learn to manage it. My question to you is, will *you* be able to manage? One doesn't have to be a telepath to see the bond between the two of you -- however, when one *is* a telepath, it is a visible thing. You trained to shield as well as any non-telepath can, but if what happens to her comes through that bond... would you like a failsafe in place to keep her from burning out your mind?"

Cyclops has posed:
Furrowing his brows at her words, Scott takes out a pair of socks so that he can tug them on once he resettles on the edge of his bed. Once complete, he starts for the small bathroom that is connected to his room. To shave, obviously. There is no way a baby face like him can grow a proper beard Though the stubble can be considered appealing.

"She and I do share a psychic bond, though only when we are in close range. Right now, I can't feel her. Which obviously has been a concern for me. We have kept in touch over the phone this weekend at least. So I know she's doing okay. She's just worried. I would like to say I can trust Charles to figure it out .. but .."

"I don't know now. I don't think him putting some spackle on her mind is healthy."

Emma Frost has posed:
Truthfully, his words actually relieve Emma. "There is no spackling over that force. It will not continue to be contained for much longer, and it ... contains a great deal of rage right now. If he does that to her... I fear that when it does break loose of the cage, she will no longer be the person you know," she admits quietly, her blue eyes shifting pensively toward his window. While he heads into the bathroom, she moves to the window to look out over the grounds.

"It will be catastrophic. She is immensely powerful. More powerful than any of us. Perhaps more powerful than Charles could have ever dreamed possible. Whether it is her innate ability that has been trapped so long it's evolved on its own or it is something she brought back with her from space -- which seems to be what she believes -- the cage is breaking."

When she turns from the window to look toward him, she says quietly, "You could be at risk if she goes nuclear, Summers."

Cyclops has posed:
"From the way you're talking, we are /all/ going to be at risk if she goes nuclear. The only thing I suppose we can do is hope that Charles or herself finds a way to either contain this power, or get rid of it. I still don't completely understand what it is. The way she described it, it's like a psychic parasite that has latched onto her and bonded to her. Like a nasty voice in the back of her mind."

Scott finishes shaving after a few minutes, even though he talks through the process.

Once he washes his face off and fixes his hair, he steps back out, looking more like himself. Stick in the mud. Straight back and squared shoulders. He reaches up to rub the back of his neck, letting out a long sigh in his throat. "All I can do is wait and hear back from them and then prepare a contigency plan if the worst case scenario was to happen."

Emma Frost has posed:
She moves restlessly back toward the door. "I'm not convinced she's wrong," Emma reluctantly admits. "She showed me what she's dealing with. I think ... that you should put a contingency plan in place sooner rather than later." There is wariness in her gaze as she delivers this opinion. "If it is as angry as it seemed and if she cannot find a way to either coexist or integrate it... it will be bad." It's not often that she would come to anyone to discuss such a thing so candidly. "I think , if push comes to shove, there are exactly two people in this world who might be able to reach her, Summers. Do not wait until the last moment, or it's a very real chance neither of you will actually be able to do it."

Hesitating at the door, though, she looks at him. "I can build you a shield. It may not buy you more than seconds if she comes directly at you. Let me know if you want it."

Cyclops has posed:
"I will come up with a plan soon. Just not today. Today I want to feel miserable for at least one day and sulk to myself. Tomorrow I can worry about everyone else." Scott says as he reaches for his foldable visor and puts it in his pocket. "If you want to build a shield for me, I would appreciate it. If things go sideways, I will need to have all of my wits about me to the best of my ability if I am to lead the team through whatever storm we will all need to face together."

Picking off a few bits of fuzz from his polo that snuck it's way on from the closet, he lets out a slow breath. "You said there are two people? I am assuming you are speaking of myself and Charles?" Thoguh there is always that heavy weight as he thinks it could be Logan. It is obvious that the rougher X-Man and Jean share a love between each other that has always caused him some hint of insecurity and worry.

Emma Frost has posed:
She could exploit the insecurity, but she finds herself leaving him to his assumption -- there is no need to make him feel worse. He already knows that it wouldn't be Charles who gets through. If anything, Charles will be obliterated if Jean loses it. Emma simply tells him, "You can have your one day to stress and sulk. But I need you mentally present tomorrow, all right?" She's well aware that trust toward her is going to be a fragile thing, if it can be achieved at all. "And you know how much I hate admitting that I need anyone for anything," she adds tartly as she slips out of the room.

Cyclops has posed:
"You know, asking for help could be a good look on you." Scott calls after her as he watches her go, furrowing his brows for a moment. He gathers up his phone, keys, and then tucks his feet into his shoes before he follows after her, ready to face the day and the student body. He'll just sulk to himself, internally, while putting on his usual facade of the perfect 'son' of Xavier.