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Brigitte and Scott, Backdated to Feb. 8th
Brigitte runs into lazerface Scott, and it actually goes better than expected.
It's so much fun, you should totally try it! Brigitte mentally snarked to herself, imitating a voice that even in her worst mood she knew didn't actually sound like Lil. Still, she was frustrated.
Why the fuck did everyone think the Danger Room was the shit? Brigitte, "prepared" in sneakers, jeans, and a long sleeved t-shirt left over from what they'd originally been loaned, had waited until no one was in the monitor room to check out what the big deal was. She'd hoped she could figure it out on her own without anyone there to judge her. Now, trailing her fingers over a panel, she huffed and gave up on finding out how to make it do something, just pressing a button at random. Seriously, how the fuck did they work the thing?
Scott knew not to expect the DR to be unoccupied every single time he went there, but he still had to admit some surprise at coming upon Brigitte there. She (and her sister) didn't exactly strike him as a 'joiner.' Though, now that he thought about it, Brigitte - more than Ginger, to be sure - had that kind of...forced loneliness vibe. Like her withdrawal from humanity was a defense, not a true choice. "Need some help?"
Oh shit. Brigitte spun around and saw lazerface, shit, no, Scott. Right. Don't call him lazerface to his, er, face. After a brief glance, she quickly looked sideways down at the panel thing. "Um. Hi. Is this place reserved? Sorry."
"I wasn't on the schedule, was just seeing if it was free," he said, shrugging. He'd been spending a lot of time in the DR, and he couldn't reserve all that time. Other people were allowed to use it, too. Scott couldn't hog it. "But the offer still stands."
Brigitte considered, made a face, then tried to shrug nonchalantly. She looked at the observation window to see what she could of his reflection. "Lil said I should try it out."
So she had met one of his biggest fans. Well, Scott figured it probably didn't much matter. It's not like he and the two sisters had made good first impressions on each other anyway. "It can be a lot of fun, or it can make you want to put your fist through a wall, depending," he said frankly.
"Isn't it just... hitting things?" She squinted, confused. Maybe she should have paid more attention when they were explaining it.
He shook his head in the negative. "I mean, you can do that, too. But it's solid light projections; you can use them for almost anything. Obstacle courses, combat scenarios, whatever you prefer."
"Solid light?" This was such a surreal conversation. Brigitte shook her head. She'd google it later, or at least try to - this was some next level sci fi shit. Mostly confused, but also curious, she asked, "And this is what people do for fun here? Make mazes and, and people they can beat up?"
"It's what some people do for fun here, at least," he said, shrugging.
Brigitte considered his reflection for another moment before turning towards him, shrugging one shoulder a little sheepishly. "I couldn't figure out how to turn it on."
"They haven't given you guys the orientation yet, huh?" Scott asked.
"Not for this thing," Brigitte crossed her arms, tucking her hands into her sleeves. "They might have tried. We pretty much just wanted to be alone, after, um, after quarantine." Her gaze caught on Scott's side, where she knew Ginger had probably left a scar.
He shrugged non-judgmentally. Scott hadn't been fit for human company for weeks, so it wasn't like he could throw stones at Brigitte or her sister. At least not because of that. "Well, they'll give you a thorough run-down on how to use it if you ask. There's a bunch of rules about how hard the sim can be if you're on your own, and that kind of thing."
"Figures." Fuck, Brigitte did not want to deal with that. Maybe she could get Lil to give her a breakdown that wouldn't be too miserable. And then she could show Ginger, who would probably enjoy tearing things apart when she was wolfy. Unless it just wasn't the same without the feeling of blood dripping off her fingers. Or chin. Realizing she was still staring at the bite site, she asked impulsively, "So did you heal okay? After the monkshood?"
"New scar, but not even my most interesting one." Scott said, his voice dry. She seemed to genuinely feel bad, and it wasn't her fault it had happened. Besides, he was fine. "Otherwise, I'm the same asshole I was before. No harm, no foul."
Brigitte considered leaving it at that, but... she'd never hung around to interact with someone who had been infected and healed before. Well, other than herself, but she was still infecting herself semi-regularly. "So, no lingering rage? Desire to eat small dogs or people?"
He shook his head 'no.' "No more than usual."
She peered up at his face, the corners of her eyes wrinkling a little in amusement. "How much is usual?"
Scott smirked, just a touch. "Depends on how annoying the small dog or person is."
Brigitte bit her lip to partially hide her sharp grin and looked away, through the window into the actual Danger Room. "So... you were here to train?"
He nodded. "Nothing crazy; I need a second person to be allowed to do that stuff."
"Could I watch maybe?" Hopefully he didn't think she was trying to scope out his moves in order to better attack him later. Just in case, Brigitte added, "Just to see what it's like."
Scott was quiet and thoughtful for a moment. "Sure," he finally agreed, face inscrutable. He peeled off his sweatshirt, leaving him in a t-shirt and sweatpants, and tossed it, along with his gym bag, over into the corner. With that, he went over to the computer to begin inputting a scenario. "Got anything in particular you wanted to see the room do?"
Brigitte's eyes went wide at the impromptu stripping. Okay, not really stripping, but it still took her by surprise. "No?" She cleared her throat, looking down to see what he was doing. "I mean, whatever you wanted to do, I guess. You don't have to show anything off for me." She immediately made a face of disgust at her phrasing. This conversation had taken an abrupt turn for the weird.
He spared a glance at her for the phrasing, but then turned back to the matter at hand. "Okay. Nothing in particular about the room's capabilities you were curious about?"
Hmm. She stared into the distance, thinking. "Can it mimic us? Or our powers?" Not that she wanted to practice fighting a fake Ginger in case worst came to worst again, but. Well.
"It can," Scott said. He gave her a serious look. "Do you really want to watch me fight you guys again, though?"
"I mean, I mean more generally, people with powers," Brigitte responded, flustered because, well, she had been specifically thinking them, just not with Scott as the aggressor. She looked down and tucked some hair behind an ear. "Besides, I don't think you really need the practice. You took Ginger out pretty easily."
"Sure, after she bit me," Scott said dryly. "But yeah, it can mimic our powers. It can also create randomly-generated mutants that aren't us but that also have powers."
Huh, interesting. Still, there had been something she'd wanted to say, and this was as good a time as any. "You were trying to play nice." She looked generally in the direction of his shoulder. "You shouldn't, if it happens again. We're not capable of being nice when we're that far gone. You should just take us down. Ginger can heal a lot of things, or just have the ice guy freeze us from the start. We're pretty resistant to cold."
"I was trying not to kill you," Scott clarified. "I had no way of knowing how resilient you would be, and my mutation is...destructive, to say the least."
"Well, now you know," Brigitte shrugged the rest away. Sure, he could do way more damage than them, probably, but he didn't want to. Though she shouldn't judge a book by it's stoic cover, she supposed.
"I guess so," he agreed. Scott programmed a scenario with two mutant attackers, non-specified, in a suburban environment.
Gasping as the room on the other side of the glass suddenly changed into what basically could have been Bailey Downs, Brigitte muttered, "Holy shit."
Scott pulled his visor out of his bag and, eyes clenched tightly shut, swapped it for his glasses. That done, he turned to her and said, "see you on the other side," before leaving the control booth and letting himself into the Danger Room.
Brigitte seriously hoped they blocked out the window from the other side, because she pressed herself as close to the glass as she could. She wrapped one arm around her waist and covered her mouth with her other hand. Holy shit.
Once inside, Scott made his way around the outside of a ranch-style house, keeping against the walls. The shadows helped conceal him, and it gave him time to listen for where trouble might be. It was quiet, but not silent. Wind, rustling trees, skittering squirrels....and boots. Someone was walking around in boots, and was heading towards him. He chanced a glance around the corner.
There was a big guy, looked almost like a marine with a high-and-tight haircut, that was built like a brick house and holding something that looked like an M16. But since Scott had programmed the scenario himself, he knew there had to be more to him. The question was just what more happened to mean.
He fired a warning blast at the guy's feet, blowing asphalt up at him and leaving a smoking crater in the road. Just to see what would happen.
Jarhead powered up, channeling an energy that glowed and then...pushing it into the gun? He fired it at the Scott's cover, and he managed to get clear just in time before the entire corner of the house was blown off.
Time to go hard.
It's so much fun, you should totally try it! Brigitte mentally snarked to herself, imitating a voice that even in her worst mood she knew didn't actually sound like Lil. Still, she was frustrated.
Why the fuck did everyone think the Danger Room was the shit? Brigitte, "prepared" in sneakers, jeans, and a long sleeved t-shirt left over from what they'd originally been loaned, had waited until no one was in the monitor room to check out what the big deal was. She'd hoped she could figure it out on her own without anyone there to judge her. Now, trailing her fingers over a panel, she huffed and gave up on finding out how to make it do something, just pressing a button at random. Seriously, how the fuck did they work the thing?
Scott knew not to expect the DR to be unoccupied every single time he went there, but he still had to admit some surprise at coming upon Brigitte there. She (and her sister) didn't exactly strike him as a 'joiner.' Though, now that he thought about it, Brigitte - more than Ginger, to be sure - had that kind of...forced loneliness vibe. Like her withdrawal from humanity was a defense, not a true choice. "Need some help?"
Oh shit. Brigitte spun around and saw lazerface, shit, no, Scott. Right. Don't call him lazerface to his, er, face. After a brief glance, she quickly looked sideways down at the panel thing. "Um. Hi. Is this place reserved? Sorry."
"I wasn't on the schedule, was just seeing if it was free," he said, shrugging. He'd been spending a lot of time in the DR, and he couldn't reserve all that time. Other people were allowed to use it, too. Scott couldn't hog it. "But the offer still stands."
Brigitte considered, made a face, then tried to shrug nonchalantly. She looked at the observation window to see what she could of his reflection. "Lil said I should try it out."
So she had met one of his biggest fans. Well, Scott figured it probably didn't much matter. It's not like he and the two sisters had made good first impressions on each other anyway. "It can be a lot of fun, or it can make you want to put your fist through a wall, depending," he said frankly.
"Isn't it just... hitting things?" She squinted, confused. Maybe she should have paid more attention when they were explaining it.
He shook his head in the negative. "I mean, you can do that, too. But it's solid light projections; you can use them for almost anything. Obstacle courses, combat scenarios, whatever you prefer."
"Solid light?" This was such a surreal conversation. Brigitte shook her head. She'd google it later, or at least try to - this was some next level sci fi shit. Mostly confused, but also curious, she asked, "And this is what people do for fun here? Make mazes and, and people they can beat up?"
"It's what some people do for fun here, at least," he said, shrugging.
Brigitte considered his reflection for another moment before turning towards him, shrugging one shoulder a little sheepishly. "I couldn't figure out how to turn it on."
"They haven't given you guys the orientation yet, huh?" Scott asked.
"Not for this thing," Brigitte crossed her arms, tucking her hands into her sleeves. "They might have tried. We pretty much just wanted to be alone, after, um, after quarantine." Her gaze caught on Scott's side, where she knew Ginger had probably left a scar.
He shrugged non-judgmentally. Scott hadn't been fit for human company for weeks, so it wasn't like he could throw stones at Brigitte or her sister. At least not because of that. "Well, they'll give you a thorough run-down on how to use it if you ask. There's a bunch of rules about how hard the sim can be if you're on your own, and that kind of thing."
"Figures." Fuck, Brigitte did not want to deal with that. Maybe she could get Lil to give her a breakdown that wouldn't be too miserable. And then she could show Ginger, who would probably enjoy tearing things apart when she was wolfy. Unless it just wasn't the same without the feeling of blood dripping off her fingers. Or chin. Realizing she was still staring at the bite site, she asked impulsively, "So did you heal okay? After the monkshood?"
"New scar, but not even my most interesting one." Scott said, his voice dry. She seemed to genuinely feel bad, and it wasn't her fault it had happened. Besides, he was fine. "Otherwise, I'm the same asshole I was before. No harm, no foul."
Brigitte considered leaving it at that, but... she'd never hung around to interact with someone who had been infected and healed before. Well, other than herself, but she was still infecting herself semi-regularly. "So, no lingering rage? Desire to eat small dogs or people?"
He shook his head 'no.' "No more than usual."
She peered up at his face, the corners of her eyes wrinkling a little in amusement. "How much is usual?"
Scott smirked, just a touch. "Depends on how annoying the small dog or person is."
Brigitte bit her lip to partially hide her sharp grin and looked away, through the window into the actual Danger Room. "So... you were here to train?"
He nodded. "Nothing crazy; I need a second person to be allowed to do that stuff."
"Could I watch maybe?" Hopefully he didn't think she was trying to scope out his moves in order to better attack him later. Just in case, Brigitte added, "Just to see what it's like."
Scott was quiet and thoughtful for a moment. "Sure," he finally agreed, face inscrutable. He peeled off his sweatshirt, leaving him in a t-shirt and sweatpants, and tossed it, along with his gym bag, over into the corner. With that, he went over to the computer to begin inputting a scenario. "Got anything in particular you wanted to see the room do?"
Brigitte's eyes went wide at the impromptu stripping. Okay, not really stripping, but it still took her by surprise. "No?" She cleared her throat, looking down to see what he was doing. "I mean, whatever you wanted to do, I guess. You don't have to show anything off for me." She immediately made a face of disgust at her phrasing. This conversation had taken an abrupt turn for the weird.
He spared a glance at her for the phrasing, but then turned back to the matter at hand. "Okay. Nothing in particular about the room's capabilities you were curious about?"
Hmm. She stared into the distance, thinking. "Can it mimic us? Or our powers?" Not that she wanted to practice fighting a fake Ginger in case worst came to worst again, but. Well.
"It can," Scott said. He gave her a serious look. "Do you really want to watch me fight you guys again, though?"
"I mean, I mean more generally, people with powers," Brigitte responded, flustered because, well, she had been specifically thinking them, just not with Scott as the aggressor. She looked down and tucked some hair behind an ear. "Besides, I don't think you really need the practice. You took Ginger out pretty easily."
"Sure, after she bit me," Scott said dryly. "But yeah, it can mimic our powers. It can also create randomly-generated mutants that aren't us but that also have powers."
Huh, interesting. Still, there had been something she'd wanted to say, and this was as good a time as any. "You were trying to play nice." She looked generally in the direction of his shoulder. "You shouldn't, if it happens again. We're not capable of being nice when we're that far gone. You should just take us down. Ginger can heal a lot of things, or just have the ice guy freeze us from the start. We're pretty resistant to cold."
"I was trying not to kill you," Scott clarified. "I had no way of knowing how resilient you would be, and my mutation is...destructive, to say the least."
"Well, now you know," Brigitte shrugged the rest away. Sure, he could do way more damage than them, probably, but he didn't want to. Though she shouldn't judge a book by it's stoic cover, she supposed.
"I guess so," he agreed. Scott programmed a scenario with two mutant attackers, non-specified, in a suburban environment.
Gasping as the room on the other side of the glass suddenly changed into what basically could have been Bailey Downs, Brigitte muttered, "Holy shit."
Scott pulled his visor out of his bag and, eyes clenched tightly shut, swapped it for his glasses. That done, he turned to her and said, "see you on the other side," before leaving the control booth and letting himself into the Danger Room.
Brigitte seriously hoped they blocked out the window from the other side, because she pressed herself as close to the glass as she could. She wrapped one arm around her waist and covered her mouth with her other hand. Holy shit.
Once inside, Scott made his way around the outside of a ranch-style house, keeping against the walls. The shadows helped conceal him, and it gave him time to listen for where trouble might be. It was quiet, but not silent. Wind, rustling trees, skittering squirrels....and boots. Someone was walking around in boots, and was heading towards him. He chanced a glance around the corner.
There was a big guy, looked almost like a marine with a high-and-tight haircut, that was built like a brick house and holding something that looked like an M16. But since Scott had programmed the scenario himself, he knew there had to be more to him. The question was just what more happened to mean.
He fired a warning blast at the guy's feet, blowing asphalt up at him and leaving a smoking crater in the road. Just to see what would happen.
Jarhead powered up, channeling an energy that glowed and then...pushing it into the gun? He fired it at the Scott's cover, and he managed to get clear just in time before the entire corner of the house was blown off.
Time to go hard.