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Busted jaws
Date of Scene: 07 May 2021
Location: Medical Lab - X-Men Base
Synopsis: Rogue comes to visit an injured Scott in the medbay. They find Alex asleep next to him like an over protective puppy.
Cast of Characters: Cyclops, Havok, Rogue




Cyclops has posed:
At some point in the night, Scott finally came to with a banger of a headache. Lucky for him, Xavier's has the best pain killers and thus the banging of drums has been toned down to a throb. The side of the field leader's face is swollen and battered, but his jaw is at least not wired shut.

Currently he is sitting upwards on the bed with a tablet in his hands as he goes over the field report from last night. He may have been out for the end of it, but he wanted to ensure all the notes were logged properly and photos of the scene was uploaded. He is playing AC DC's Thunderstruck on is phone set up next to him carrying through the speakers, but at mid-volume.

Havok has posed:
     Where's Alex? It's almost as fun as Where's Waldo. Determined to not leave Scott's side until he woke up, the younger Summers brother took up residence in a chair in the corner of the room. He's still in that chair, SOUND asleep, complete with some light snoring and a little bit of drool, but both are hidden by the pillow over his head. He's still wearing the same clothes from last night and could probably use a shower by now. That's what happens when one gets tossed into battle hours or so after getting home from a rather wild vacation.

Rogue has posed:
Rogue slips into the medlab, giving a blink when she sees Scott sitting up and looking over a tablet. "For fucks sake, Summers, can't you give work a rest for even a moment? You ain't even been down here...well...maybe a little over twelve hours." She says this much and then tunes into the sounds of light snoring and looks over to see Havok - or whom she assumes is Havok - sleeping in a chair. "Anyway, I wanted to see how yer feelin'. If you need anything..." She tilts her head to the side, "If you can even talk." For what it's worth, she's both showered AND changed since last night and todays ensemble is a black body suit but over that she wears shorts and a tee shirt, the tee shirt saying So When's The Wizard Getting Back to you About That Brain?, and tennis shoes.

Cyclops has posed:
There is a slight grunt from Summers as he gives Rogue a dismissive wave of one hand as he holds the tablet in the other. "I'm fine. I've been in the head harder before." He is talking slowly and it's a pain. He's not moving his mouth very much as he does. "Doc says I have a broken cheek and a crack in my jaw. I'll be fine when Foley sees me later today. I am just going over the field report from last night. You all did a great job. Looks like Hank was able to talk the kid down."

He gives a glance over towards Alex, then taps the volume down a bit lower on the phone. As much as he loves AC/DC, he doesn't want to wake his sibling. He looks back to Rogue. "Maybe drag him back to his room. He needs to sleep in a real bed and get some rest. I'll give everyone the day off from training at least today."

Havok has posed:
    It's ALIVE! ...sort of. Alex stirs in his sleep and mumbles something about the rabbit signing up for the bicycle race in its underwear? It's not really clear, but that seems to be the gist of it.     FLAIL!
    Both arms fly upwards, the pillow hits the ground and Alex lets out a startled little yelp of a sound before his eyes clear. He looks a little abashed for just a moment and then, "Coffee," he might as well be a zombie saying BRAAAAAAIIIIIINS, for the gravely dead sound of his voice.
    He rubs a hand over his stubble covered face and mutters, "Asshole," in his brother's direction. The irritation is there, but so is the fear and the affection... Yes, Scott is an asshole for getting himself bonked in the head!
    "Rogue," it's a sleepy grunt of a greeting followed by a very LOUD rumble of Alex's stomach.

Rogue has posed:
"Okay. Great. I'll work on getting your brother to his bedroom. If I can find it. But that surely ain't what I asked." Rogue says, arms over her chest and staring Scott down. "You hungry? Thirsty? Want somethin' to look at that ain't the field report?" Speaking of that, the compliment makes her all warm and fuzzy on the inside, but on the outside, she's still being her typical stubborn southern.

Then Alex wakes up and for all intents and purposes, she has to giggle and smirk at the way he does so. Right out of a dream and into a demand for coffee. "You're right. Scott's an asshole. You want coffee? I can go grab you some...as I think someone ought to stay down here and keep an eye on the over achiever."

Cyclops has posed:
There is a slight noise of irritation in Scott's throat as he is called an asshole. "Pretty boy." He puts the tablet to the side after saving his work, then gives a long, pained stretch of his body. "I am fine. From what I read in the notes, Hank is going to have me on a liquid diet until my jaw gets fixed. Protein shakes for me."

Looking over towards Alex, he gives him an amused look on his pained face. "You went into a fight with brass knuckles, instead of taking the fight long range? You run the risk of personal injury at close quarters. You need to stick to your strengths. You're not Logan." He's never too hurt to chide a teammate.

Havok has posed:
    Alex mutters something... it's mostly inaudible but there's a few words that stand out like, 'Something, suck, liquid diet...' Then he plasters on a crooked little smile and quirks an eyebrow. "I don't feel so pretty right now," he comments. "Next time maybe a heads-up while I'm on the way home, yeah? So I don't stop for that last round?" He might STILL be a little hung-over. That crooked little grin grows into a wide damned SMIRK, "Hey, who's" in the medbay? Ain't me now is it? I think I played just the way it needed played."
    He runs his hand back through his hair. That mop is so badly in need of a wash that he looks like a Greaser from The Outsiders when he's done. "Nah, I can get my own," he replies along with a wink in Rogue's direction. "You're more suited to babysitting duty than me. I'll just cold cock the dumbass if he tries to leave."

Rogue has posed:
Rogue narrows her eyes at Scott a moment and then she nods before shifting to 'sit' in the air. Hovering with her legs crossed is more like it. She shrugs after a moment while looking between the Summers brothers. "Liquid diet sounds...super fun. How long you think you're gonna be laid up here then?" Asking this as she pulls her phone out of her pocket, which then reminds her. "Oh! I got the phone and the nav sat that Alex grabbed from the scene to Jeremy. He's running data retrieval on it now." She offers this much and then frowns. "I've also gotta meet up some people for a thing I'm taking the lead on...so I think it'll be nice to have a day off training. I got too much on my plate right now." Cause none of that included any personal endeavors she was working on.

A quick glance to Alex and she scoffs. "I suppose if it's a difference between someone just making sure he stays down and punching him to keep him down, I am a bit more suited." She smirks then.

Cyclops has posed:
"I'll be out of here in a few hours. Hank can't keep me in here all day. He knows it and I know it. He just has to go through the motions. Sides, if I don't come home tonight, Jean will tear the wall out and drag me off personally." Scott says as he taps the music off his phone and slips it on to his lap.

"Good to hear you're putting the kid to work. Let us know what he finds in case we need to take next steps. I can put Logan on it if he is in the mood for a good hunt." He rubs the back of his head, wincing a bit before he wrinkles his nose. "Stitches. Great. Add another scar to the pile." He reaches for a bottle of water sitting next to him, then takes a few sips from it from the good side of his mouth.

"If you see Foley before I do, send him in here immediately." He grunts out.

Havok has posed:
    "Nah, you don't have it in you to hit a man while he's down," Alex quips in reply to Rogue. "...and he'll listen better to you telling him to stay put than me," he adds with a jerk of his head in Scott's direction.
    He pushes himself to his feet slooooowly and stretches his arms over his head with a yaaaaaaawwwwn. Alex's shirt raises just enough to offer a peak of his torso and the honkin' big bruise covering the right side of it. That vacay must have been really wild because no one came close to touching him last night. "I'm gonna go grab that coffee and take a shower," he announces as he heads for the door. He calls out as he walks through it, "Stay put and get better or so help me Gaia, I will kick your motherfucking ass six ways to Sunday and back again, with double on Tuesday. You ain't the end all be all, Scott. This place'll survive a few days without you while you heal!