Owner	Pose
Scott Summers	Breakstone Lake. It's absolutely beautiful this time of day. The sun hangs high into the sky, shining a brilliant light that reflects off of the beautiful water's surface. Despite the surfaces of most lakes being perhaps a green hue from deep-rooted algae and life underneath the surface,. Breakstone lake is nearly crystal blue and calm in its waters. But no doubt fish exist underneath the water. Thankfully, there is no brain eating bacterium. Scott had Elixir make sure if it and Prodigy was interested in taking samples anyhow. Teamwork! But, Scott has - perhaps enthusiastically, brought Jean with him to Breakstone to do one of his favorite hobbies: fishing. Who knows, they might have easy dinner if they catch a big enough fish! Scott is wearing his sunglasses as per usual, in addition to a black shirt that's tight against a muscular upper body with knee-length shorts and flip flops on his feet, two fishing rods over one shoulder and his hand leading Jean by her own. "Thank you for coming out with me, Jean. I feel like it's been forever since I've been able to fish." He takes a /deep/ breath of the air and lets his body relax. "It's amazing out."
Jean Grey	Hard to find time to break away, but worth it when she sees the beautiful lake. The sun hanging heavy in the sky, sparkling off the surface of the calm waters, Jean is wearing a backwards camo baseball hat, a short-sleeved black button up shirt with the top three undone enough that her swimsuit top is visible underneath, and a pair of cargo shorts. She is, of course, barefoot. Because it's one of the last few days before it starts to get cold. While she's never been an ardent fisher, she has come several times with Scott and the others at the school. Usually groups for camping trips and/or survival exercises. Every situation can be a teachable situation, right? She beams a bright smile over at Scott and jerks her rod forward to send the line running out across the lake. "Of course, what was I going to say? No?" She's standing a few feet away from him, not out of desire, but to make it a little easier to catch fish. "It's really lovely out here, babe."
Scott Summers	As they drew closer to the waterfront, Scott passed Jean her fishing rod and he smiles ever so softly when she just jumps right into it! Her line soars across the water until a good distance away, it poops into the cold surface. Scott's own rod is reeled back and HURLED as the line marks a different area, hopefully to split the difference and increase chances of a bite. ...It'd be nice if one day he didn't have to think about anything. But some things stay with you. "I mean, you could have. Catch up on your favorite shows, go shopping.." Scott gives her a cheeky smile. "But I'm really happy you said yes." More to that than just here. Yes to being engaged to him, yes to a first date... "It really is, love. Think we'll catch anything? Be advised, one of the students might try to prank us. Says he wants to pretend to be a Great White Shark."
Jean Grey	So Jean jumped a head a little bit, this is how apocalypse happen. She grins over at him and shrugs, not really minding whether they catch anything at all. "It's more about the time relaxing, isn't it?" She asks, though that's almost certainly rhetorical. Slowly reeling the line in with little jerks of her wrist to have the hook jump through the water. "Heh, I don't watch tv, Scott. At least, I don't have time to... which is why we have so many movies in our backlog for date nights." She teases, taking a step over closer to him, since she really isn't that concerned with catching anything. Especially not a god damn shark. "If he does, I'm going to give him detention until he graduates." It is a well known fact Jean has an irrational phobia of sharks (Actually, her player does, so it carries over).