5226/Astral Flux: Hello detention, my old friend

Astral Flux: Hello detention, my old friend
Date of Scene:	22 August 2018
Location:	Xavier's School
Synopsis:	Erika checks in to detention to talk to Scott Summers about what she learned.
Cast of Characters:	Souvenir, Cyclops

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Souvenir has posed:
Erika Kristasdottir walks in to detention first thing in the morning, before checking anything else with her hair still damp from her morning shower. Tan gloves, black jeggings, studded belt, black V-neck sweater. Huh, guess not everything in her closet is a T-shirt.

She puts her bag down, carries her textbooks to a desk, and flops into a seat, then looks up and heaves a big sigh. "Good morning, Mr. Summers. I came like I said I would, because I smoked three cigarettes on school grounds, I'm underage; I invaded a teacher's privacy, and I probably endangered students somehow because I wasn't sure what would happen. Just because I want you to know that I planned on being here for that. I was worried."

She frowns a little. "And it sounded like Julian was worried too, so if it helps Miss Frost, the detention is totally worth it."

Cyclops has posed:
Scott Summers sits at the front of the room with a fresh cup of coffee steaming on his desk and a morning paper spread open before him and held in his hands. He sits up straight in his seat with one leg crossed over the other.

When Erika enters the room, he drops one side of the paper and glances over at her. His eyes follow her across the room until she finds a seat. Once she begins to speak, he folds the paper closed and then folds it over itself one more time and drops it onto his desk, "Slow down, Miss Kristasdottir."

He rises from his chair and steps around to the front of his desk where he leans back against it, crossing one foot in front of the other and folding his arms across his chest, "First, are you okay after what happened?"

Souvenir has posed:
Erika Kristasdottir inhales slowly, collects her thoughts, tilts her head a little bit in thought. "Yes sir. I mean, I don't know any more about it anymore than you do. We both watched the video, and I remember what I did. I don't think there's anything else that stayed behind. Except for the smell. Yuck."

She frowns a little bit. "And I haven't been brain swapped with a frog or anything, so I'm guessing Emma hasn't got around to me yet." She crosses her ankles and bites her lip. "Please don't let her brain swap me with a frog."

Cyclops has posed:
Scott's lips purse together and the corner of his mouth stretches slightly to the side as he listens to Erika, recalling what he watched on the video she provided to him. He has a probably rudamentary understanding of her abilities so he knows why she did what she did and why it was necessary for her to smoke the cigarettes so that really isn't much of a concern to him. Obviously she shouldn't be smoking at her age, especially on the mansion grounds. But there's a part of him that respects her for taking action.

"Ms. Frost isn't going to swap your mind with a frog's, don't worry." Ordinarily the sentiment might make the man grin, but given the circumstances and what could be considered an invasion of privacy by a student, there's not too much humor in it. "You do realize the severity of the situation, correct?"

Souvenir has posed:
Erika Kristasdottir looks down. "Not completely. I just knew something was wrong, and what I DO know is scaring me. And I don't know what anybody else knows or is doing. I don't really know what else I can do." She frowns some. "I'm really worried about Miss Frost. And everybody else."

She looks up again. "And I know she is going to be super mad at me, and I don't care if it helps. I just couldn't stand worrying when I know I could do something. But I can't just /fix/ anything? Just, you know. Find things out so somebody else can fix them." She frowns. "And then walk down to detention because I know I didn't do everything the way I'm supposed to."

Cyclops has posed:
She may not know the full scope of what's going on and what she did, but Scott can tell that she has a deeper understand of the situation than even she may realize. "You're saying that aside from what is apparent on the video that you recorded, you have no further insight into what happened with Ms. Frost?"

He will have to have a conversation with Emma not only about what happened with Erika but also about what's happened to her in recent days in general. And also make sure she doesn't swap out Erika's consciousness with that of a frog. He idly reaches up and rubs his chin between his index finger and thumb. "I appreciate you sending this video and being transparent about what you've done. I do want to impress upon you that what you did could be very dangerous and obviously infringes upon Ms. Frost's privacy." He returns his hand to his chest and continues, "I know that this was a special circumstance and you understand that what you did was a difficult choice. For that reason there's no need for you to remain in detention."

Souvenir has posed:
Erika Kristasdottir hmmms. "That and I have GOT to get a better way to hold souvenirs like that. I was picking flakes of sweaty ash off of my boob all night. Eeew. I don't know how though." She listens and nods, "Yes, sir. I don't remember what it was I was seeing or feeling. That's why I recorded it. And I made sure I had people there, just in case. You might try talking to Julian, though? He talks to Emma more than I do."

She nods, chewing her lip a bit letting her bangs fall over her eyes like she does when her moods are shadowed. "Honestly I was scared that Miss Frost might have been dead, after all the nightmares and stuff. SOMEBODY got eaten, and they were strong enough to tell EVERYBODY. Everywhere. That scares me." She hugs herself a bit. "But I guess I can go to class. Can you, like.. tell me what you find out? Because I'm going to be worrying all week."

Cyclops has posed:
There are very few people around the mansion whose experiences it would be safe to experience. Emma Frost is certainly not one of them. With her abilities and her past there's really no telling what sort of an effect it could have on someone. Especially a student who hasn't had enough time to really develop her skills and the ability to cope with those abilities.

"I appreciate your concern for Ms. Frost and I'm sure she would appreciate it as well." He pushes away from the desk and steps back around towards his chair and picks up his coffee to take a quick sip. "I'll let you know what we find out, so don't worry." He forces a polite smile and nods at her before lifting the cup to his lips and taking a slow drink.