8413/...As a Kite

...As a Kite
Date of Scene:	20 July 2019
Location:	Med Bay - X-men base
Synopsis:	Scott checks in on Alison in Medbay after the attack in the Coffeehouse.
Cast of Characters:	Dazzler, Cyclops

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Dazzler has posed:
Alison has been lying on a gurney in the X-Men Medbay for what seems like an eternity. Josh, they said, would be here soon. Still, they took the precaution of stitching up her side, just to keep out contaminants. Whatever that shot was they gave her, it is /wonderful/. She feels more comfortable and trippy than she's felt since...however long ago it was she felt comfortable and trippy. Years, maybe?

She is dressed in a dazzling grey hospital gown of the finest aged cotton money could buy like five years ago. Still, her hair is flowing down over her shoulders in golden waves, and she is smiling in her half-asleep state, with one leg under the blankets, and one out. For indecisive comfort.

Cyclops has posed:
Scott heard about the attack shortly after it happened, of course. He had been across town having breakfast, but said his goodbyes and left on his bike. He was not disappponted either. Going to Evolution the night before had been a mistake.

He rounds the corner into the Med Bay still wearing his bike jacket with hair messed up from his helmet. He picks out Alison across the room from the resident drug addicts and makes his way across.

"Alison, what happened? Are you okay?" he asks as he reaches the side of the bed. Scott leans on the edge of the bed with both hands. He looks from her face to her monitor readouts and back again.

Dazzler has posed:
"Ahh, I'm fine, Scotters." She waves a hand dismissively at the machines. Even the one that goes BING. "Some aholes got uppity at the coffee house, and one tried to stab me. He failed, though..." She breathes a laugh and winces, curling her right arm in tighter against her side. "I took 'im down, and his friend...That one tried shootin' but she didn't get a shot off. Third guy did...but some mountain of a guy put himself in the way. He went to the hospital...He took a bullet..."

Alison looks up at Scott, her eyes slightly fuzzy and unfocused. "Are you okay? Your hair's all..." She gestures around her head. "And you're fuzzy."

Cyclops has posed:
"Some aholes? Who were they? Are they here? Arrested?" Scott rapid fires with a frown then blinks as her own questions catch up with him. "I was out so I rode my bike in as soon as I heard. Helmet hair," he explains. He rubs his face and frowns. "Not that fuzzy."

Scott considers Alison for a second and gives her a wry half-smirk. "You're high."

Dazzler has posed:
Aqua eyes go wide, and Alison shakes her head no, but bursts out in a giggle. "Maybe a little,they gave me a shot. It made me a little loopy."

Then she focuses. "I don't know who they were. She acted like she wanted a picture and then..it was just chaos. I... I blinded two of them. One, maybe permanently. She had a gun." Alison shakes her head slowly, and sighs.

Cyclops has posed:
"Classic ambush," Scott nods and crosses his arms. The fact that blinding them permanently might bother Alison does not seem to occur to him. "Brazen. They wanted people to know they could get you out in the open. Do you have any enemies that want you dead that badly?"

Dazzler has posed:
"Eveybody out there who hates mutants," she replies. "I'm a public one, so if they can get to me, they can make a statement. But specifically? I don't know anyone. They didn't look familiar at all." She looks mournful for a moment. "I didn't even get a muffin," she laments.

Cyclops has posed:
"We can get you a muffin," Scott says dryly.

"This isn't a good sign right before your gigs. I'll have to be onsite personally for all the shows," he says with a frown.

Dazzler has posed:
"Noooo, Scott you don't have to do that. I'll have security, I mean I want you there, but not because of that. I hire people for that. I ..." She seems to falter for a moment trying to remember something. "I didn't hire you. You volunteered. I need to pay you though!" Her eyes go wide. "I don't want to take advantage of you, Scott. This was my fault. I went in there alone..."

Cyclops has posed:
"Whoa Ali," Scott says with a chuckle. He puts a hand on her shoulder.

I'm going to be there. You don't pay your friends. This wasn't your fault. Understood?" he says firmly, but with a smile. Dazzler's face reflects back to her in the ruby quartz lenses of Scott's glasses.

Dazzler has posed:
Alison gives a momentary pout, but seeing it in the reflection makes her stop. "You're the best, Scotters..." She reaches out to him with her left hand lifted. "Wait you were out this morning? You're never out in the mornings. Where were you? Was everything okay?"

Cyclops has posed:
Scott actually colours. Just slightly. And frowns, of course.

"Everything was fine, just a late night," he says. "Don't worry about it."

And this from the man who has so obviously pined after Jean and refused to admit it to anyone, least of all himself.

"How bad is the wound?" Scott asks and pulls out his phone. He texts Josh and looks a bit indignant. "He should be here by now. A teammate is hurt."

Dazzler has posed:
Alison drops her hand again to her side, and shrugs. "It isn't bad," she replies, pulling up the right side of her gown nearly to her chest to look at it herself. She hasn't even seen it yet. Only the cut and blood soaked tee shirt. "Huh. THAT'S bigger than I thought. Oh hey! At least I'm wearing panties, I guess I shoulda looked first before I just..." But she trails off, following the gash on her side, something close to six inches. "Didn't make it to the bone though. That's fortunate. Bet that would've hurt worse..."

Cyclops has posed:
Scott looks away when Alison starts to pull up her shirt.

"Good thing, I'm right here Ali," Scott says with a smirk, still looking away. "Six inches is a big gash. That /was/ close... If I tell you to wait a week on the shows you're just going to say no."

It is a statement. He already knows the answer.

Dazzler has posed:
"But when Josh fixes me, it'll be fine. No need to wait a week, right?" she asks Scott quizzically. "I'll be all better. And I'll give you VIP passes to all the shows. They're in my...." She looks around the room slowly, searching. "Have you seen my jeans?"

Cyclops has posed:
"It's not the cut, it's the threat," Scott says. He looks around and finds Alison's clothes piled neatly on a nearby shelf. He fetches them and hands the celebrity singer her pants.

"Gives time to investigate."

Dazzler has posed:
"But they were all taken out of the game," Alison replies, trying to put on her jeans. Squirming this way and that to get legs in holes without getting up. "What's left to investigate? I..." She grunts and squirms a different direction. "I neutralized the threat." She has apparently forgotten completely why she wanted her jeans in the first place.

Cyclops has posed:
Scott looks away again and stuffs his hands in his pockets. "You neutralized those three. What are the odds they were acting alone? They knew where to find you, had a reasonable tactical plan, handguns in New York City. That's a lot for average kids."

"We can't assume that's the end of it."

Dazzler has posed:
"Alison looks lost for a moment, as she tries to get up. "Were we going somewhere?" she asks, swinging her legs down over the side of the bed. "Oh, I remember!" She fishes in her back pocket, and pulls out a small stack of black cards, starting to sift through them and pull some out. She holds them out toward Scott, but then lets her hand drop into her lap. "You're right. There could be more and they might be there to hurt everybody, not just me..."

Cyclops has posed:
"We don't know," Scott says softly. "But we need to. We shouldn't overreact or let them think they've scared us, but we need to be careful, too."

"Tell you what," he says. "I'll go find out what I can dig up. You stay here and wait for Foley, and we'll work out a plan together. After you come back down."

Dazzler has posed:
Alison nods tiredly and lies back down. "That sounds like a good plan. Thank you, Scott. I don't think it's obvious, but I feel like I'm looped out of my head right now, and I might not be completely..." She gestures vaguely. "Y'know..." She yawns. "You're the best, thanks..."

Cyclops has posed:
"Didn't notice a thing," Scott assures Alison. He gives her a smile and makes his way out of Med Bay. There was a mission to accomplish.