Who: Cyclops, Mars & Britannic When: Friday, July 25th, 2008 (11:00 pm) Where: Xavier's; sub-basement What: Things aren't quite right... Status: complete Rating: R
Scott didn't like to assume. So it was a discomfort to him when he exited the elevator on his way to the infirmary and encountered Lorna with a lovely, wrinkled ensemble and freshly-fucked hair style. It really wasn't any of his business what had gone on - granted, he could be annoyed that something inappropriate may have just occurred in the labs or infirmary. It was only when he checked in on Britannic himself that he realized something needed to be done. The boy was standing beside his desk, scrubbing at the surface with disinfectant and holding his scrub top pinned to his body with his free arm.
After silently closing the door behind him, Scott mulled over his options while his feet carried him to the workshop where he knew his Irish counterpart was lurking. When he reached the door, he hesitated. No... It needed to be done. Someone had to say something to the Brit. "Ronan?"
He slid his shoulder in first and closed the door once he had entered, then spotted the inventor over near one of the workbenches. "I wanted to talk about something real quick, and see if you had some spare time?" This was sort of a volunteer job. Scott wouldn't force anyone to do what he was about to ask of Mars, but he couldn't think of anyone better to sort things out with (besides, of course, Xavier). And he knew the Professor had his own opinions on the matter. "About Brian..." he added, so as not to mislead. They were all busy people, and he knew the Brit was a touchy subject.