14776/Scott and Jean spread the news!

Scott and Jean spread the news!
Date of Scene:	10 March 2023
Location:	Main Foyer - Xavier's School
Synopsis:	Summary needed
Cast of Characters:	Cyclops, Phoenix, Rogue

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Cyclops has posed:
It was just last night that Scott and Jean had a romantic candle lit dinner for two. Jean was excited the night before and Scott decided to help her get this excitement out. He sent a message to Rogue to meet him and Jean for an emergency X-training session, to meet in the foyer before heading down to the danger room. Scott wears his ruby quartz shades black leather jacket, red t-shirt and blue jeans as he waits for both Jean and Rogue to arrive.

Phoenix has posed:
Jean Grey is dressed more casually in her black jeans, black shirt with the gold stripes and X symbol on the front, not really sure why the secrecy but she plays along as she steps into the foyer, smiling at Scott. "Hey, what's this about an emergency training session?"

Rogue has posed:
Since the message included a danger room session, Rogue comes down from her room wearing her green and yellow body suit and yellow gloves. When she spies Scott and Jean in more casual clothing, she slows her jog to a walk and approaches the pair with a raised brow. "Y'all sure ain't dressed up fer a training session...did I miss the memo about it bein' all casual?" At least her hair is down, but it doesn't hide all the bruising on her neck. One or two might be slightly visible if her hair shifts a certain way.

Cyclops has posed:
Scott Summers coughs seeing the Bruising and shakes his head looking at Jean first than Rogue. "You get into a fight you didn't tell us about Rogue? I mean I'm team lead if there was a fight I should be informed." Though his words might seem harsh they ring with the tone of caring and concern he really doesn't want her or any on the team hurt. "Anyway, yea training session. He Jean why don't you show Rogue the strategy." He smirks stepping behind Jean with a playful smile before whispering to her.

Phoenix has posed:
Jean Grey smiles and waves as Rogue comes down, dressed in uniform. "Hi, Rogue, how are you? It's been a while.." well, since the whole Yeti thing. Although her smile fades a bit at the sight of the bruises. "You okay? Must have been quite the fight to give the likes of you bruises." She smiles, leaning in against Scott as he whispers to her, and nods, lifting her left hand for Rogue to see the beautiful jewel encrusted engagement ring there.

Rogue has posed:
"Ah? Fight?" Rogue seems a little confused and then just as quickly the realization hits her and she lifts a hand to rub at her neck. "No. No fight. Ah...I mean...I'm fine. It's fine." Then she lifts a brow and looks between the two, about to say something more when Jean lifts her hand to show off the engagement ring that - unbeknownst to Jean - she had already seen. "Jumpin' crickets! Y'all are engaged?! That's amazin'! Oh man m'so happy for the two of ya. Congratulations!" Yes. Focus on that. Everything else is back burner fodder.

Cyclops has posed:
Scott Summers chuckles coming out from behind Jean keeping his arm around her. "Thanks Rogue, we're gonna talk about that bruising eventually though." He teases playfully. "Anyway asked last night over dinner. She said yes, and cried." He chuckles leaning his head against Jean's.

Phoenix has posed:
Jean Grey nods in agreement with Scott. "We're just concerned is all, Rogue. Dont make me read your mind." she winks playfully at her, letting her know that she would never do so against her will of course. She smiles again, looking down at the ring, stroking it fondly. "Mm, I guess he went all out. And we're going to have an engagement party soon. Right, Scott?"

Rogue has posed:
Rogue scowls a little but then she smiles again. "I guess I didn't do a good job coverin' them up. They ain't from a fight...they're from this guy I've been seein' lately." She offers up that, cause Jean would find out anyway even if she was teasing about reading her mind. And Scott might just relentlessly bug her about it regardless. "Oh! An engagement party? Sounds like fun...I promise to show up at least."

Cyclops has posed:
Scott Summers smiles and nods his head a bit. "Tell him to be more careful with the placement of the marks, you do live at a school after all." Scott says in a very playfully scolding manner. "Yes Jean, I promised and you wanted to do it here at the mansion." He leans close again. "Maybe Rogue can bring her mystery guy."

Phoenix has posed:
Jean Grey arches a quiet, rather curious brow at Rogue, with a hundred questions on her lips. But she doesn't want to pry unless Rogue is ready to tell her more..So she lets it go - for now, anyway. "Hm, I see.." is all she says, nodding in agreement to Scott. "Ooh, that would be fun, tell us more about this new boyfriend of yours?"

Rogue has posed:
Rogue takes a slow breath. It's likely these two would find out eventually, they always find things out. "Maybe I will...and...well I'll tell ya...but ya both gotta promise ya won't tell anyone else for now. We just started seein' each other, but we've been friends for a really long time now. I trust him a lot...but I don't think we quite want the word out." Then she looks to Scott and grins. "I'll tell him ta be more careful where he bites. I promise."

Cyclops has posed:
Scott Summers chuckles and shakes his head back and forth. "If he bites that hard you may need to muzzle him." He laughs a bit there. "But you've got my word, I won't tell any one until you are ready to let them know." Scott says keeping Jean close to him.

Phoenix has posed:
Jean Grey chuckles a bit. "Ooh, a secret romance? Well now I'm even more curious, but take your time. No rush. I guess it's good that you're getting out of your shell." she knows it cant be easy, not being able to touch, which begs the question, HOW are they able to bruise her like that?

She tries not to let her imagination wonder too much though, nuzzling against Scott. "Mm, what he said." she smiles, "Sooo, do you want to help me decorate the place? Oh, we have yet to set a date still.."

Rogue has posed:
Rogue just lets out a laugh. "You can try puttin' a muzzle on Logan yerself, ya think ya can do it..." Then she flushes, rubbing the back of her neck again. "Yeah. It's Logan. We...we got ta talkin' one evening a few nights back. One thing led to another and...it's been kinda a whirlwind since." Admitting at least that because, aside from Logan - Scott, Jean and Hank were the only other three Rogue really could trust. Sometimes Remy but...that's a ship long since sailed.

"Help decorate? I can surely try..." Rogue offers this with another grin. Then, as if she can SENSE the question. "...I've been workin' on controllin' my main powers. Been seein' a therapist, Beast's given me some help too...so...it's gettin' better. Ain't perfect. But better."

Cyclops has posed:
Scott Summers nods his head and smirks. "Oh muzzling the beast, that'd be fun." He let's out a teasing barking laugh. "At least this means I won't have to worry about him pining for or trying to snag Jean." He chuckles. "Keep your wild man on a tight leash Rogue, you never know with him." The jabs are in a teasing nature before he goes serious. "But honestly good for you Rogue I'm happy for you." Looking back to Jean. "A date oh yea...ummm....when would you like?"

Phoenix has posed:
Jean Grey arches a bemused brow, "Ooh, Logan? You two have been super secret about that!" she winks at her and chuckles, well at least she can't accidentally kill him or anything.

"Well congrats! Good on you. I'm happy for you two both, really." she smiles up at Scott and nods, "For the party I mean. Perhaps next weekend? give us time to get the invitations out, decorate the place.."

Rogue has posed:
"Soooo I guess there really ain't a danger room session?" Rogue inquires first. "Thanks. Really. And lemme know when ya need help decoratin'. I'm gonna go change outta this suit if we ain't really doin' nothin'. And y'all can talk dates and all that stuff." She grins and then turns. "Congrats again, you two!" Then makes to jog up the stairs and back to her room.