Scott has disconnected. ---- Recall start ---- Scott would like that...and I'll be home. You should have the log by now. Pete Wisdom says "Okay. :)" Scott says "I'll come home, I should say." Pete Wisdom pauses. Any preference as to time of day? Scott says "It's after dark, that's all I've got to say." Pete Wisdom says "Okay." Scott waits on you, Pete. :) December nights in New England are legendarily and deservedly infamous for their frigid temperatures, and since this is a city, the wind is more cruelly biting - it whips around buildings and whistles through streets and makes people so cold they can hardly think. That's normal people. Pete Wisdom, waiting on Scott Summers' steps all huddled in his trenchcoat, is very close to wishing hypothermia would just get it over with and kill him where he stands. It's far too cold to smoke, since that requires fingers and face to be on the outside of coat. But wait he does, and diligently. Scott will eventually come home - he's a responsible sort, and he didn't tell the people he's around every day that he was going anywhere. So Pete figures, anyway. Scott says "Did you get the log?" Pete Wisdom says "Aye. :)" Scott nods and poses now. From afar, Tigra wavers. Long distance to Tigra: Pete Wisdom hiyas! Scott is coming home, though he doesn't notice the cold. His encounter with Logan would have steam rising from him in waves if his mutation were water-related. He's angry, and worse yet, on the downward slide, since all traces of the drug have been burned from his system with the rage that rose and abated. He feels empty as he fumbles in his pocket for the keys to his apartment. Empty and alone. And...he's not alone. He notices the trenchcoat clad figure on his doorstep and either pegs them for insane or incredibly determined, whoever is hunched up in the gladrags. "What do you want?" he snaps somewhat sullenly, the fun just never ends at Scott Summers' place. Tigra pages: How goes? The heat actually -does- rise from Wisdom in waves - and unfortunately, he can't feel a bit of it. A space heater with the chills. Oh god of minor ironies, shoot me. "Went lookin' fer you," comes a slightly scratchy, yet nonetheless pleasant, English voice - sounding like it's through clenched teeth, because it is. To keep from chattering, see. "At the university. No one'd seen you, so I thought I'd drop by an' see if you were all right." Numb and shaking hands come up to tug down the trenchcoat's collar slightly, just enough that Scott can see who it is. "Hate t'invite meself in, mate, but I'm bloody -frozen-. D'ye mind?" Friendly, slightly apologetic. You paged Tigra with 'Coldly. :) I'm freezing!'. From afar, Tigra offers to warm you up. Long distance to Tigra: Pete Wisdom oos. ;) From afar, Tigra licks. Scott takes pity and nods, unlocking the door with shaking fingers, trying to keep you from noticing the bandages and the swollen, obviously broken knuckles on his right hand. "Come inside, it's the least I can do if you waited this long." He jams hands into the pockets of a new looking black leather jacket, waiting for you to go in first. Kate arrives from Pikeman's Circle Drive. Kate has arrived. Kate goes into Badlands. Kate has left. Oh, Scott. You can't keep something as obvious as bandages and broken knuckles from someone like Pete. Someone who's as observant and paranoid and vigilant as Pete. Scrambling in with an undignified quickness usually reserved for the very small or the totally unreserved, Wisdom starts rubbing his hands together as soon as he's inside, then switches to holding his (very red) ears, then back to trying to friction some circulation back into those hands. He should really invest in some gloves. And a scarf. And possibly a hat. No power on this earth could make him wear earmuffs. Even as he tries to warm back up, his eyes are following Scott, trying to gauge whether or not the other man has any more injuries by the way he moves. "Ta," he says gratefully. Izzy pages: Hey, you. You paged Izzy with 'Yo yo yo. *Monkey*. What's up?'. Izzy pages: Oh... just put five cakes in the oven. I need an industrial kitchen, I swear. :b Long distance to Izzy: Pete Wisdom needs a new pair of arms. Izzy pages: Finding I'm -still- heavily annoyed about the crap that happened here last night. I donno who that guest is but they are -annoying-. That one who's apping who's a friend of Jack's? Izzy pages: Oh? What happened? Scott isn't injured as far as that goes, at least not physically, but it's a bit harder to see the emotional and mental damage a person might be dealing with. He turns up the thermostat on the wall, feeling the edge of the chill, finally. At least it's warmer in here than it was out there. "Can I get you some orange juice? It's the freshest thing I have." Izzy pages: Either your arms fell off, your family interfered, or I assume, you're posing. You paged Izzy with 'My elbow - the one where the blood-taking guy fucked up - is all swollen and bruised, so my right arm doesn't work too well. And my left arm's been compensating, so now it's sore and stiff ''cos it's not used to so much use.'. You paged Izzy with 'What'd the guest do?'. Izzy pages: Ugh. :/ From afar, Izzy finds the summary of events as she explained to Snova. Izzy pages: Oh... just... being rather abrasive in a discussion. The topic got onto protest and society. I voiced an opinion, stated it was an opinion, and they disagreed, but rather than be content to do so, had to bring up a ton of points which had nothing to do with my points, and tried to attribute it as having something to do with my points. Rather than continue to try to point this out ad nauseum, I made one final stab at explaining, mentioning causes such as 'free Mumia', at which they stated being sick of Mumia, etc, yadayada. So I said 'it's an example, good night', and left. It's nothing hideous, but it's -really- annoying, feels ot me like she decided (or he) that my point of view didn't matter, and was going to try to make an 'example' out of me somehow, or something - you know what I mean? Anything I say is wrong, twist what I say, not listen, etc. And while I do genuinely feel people are entitled to their opinions, I have no interest in putting up with it. Scott can't stay more than another 45 minutes, Pete. It's bloody cold here. From afar, Izzy comes to the conclusion that the person was doing it deliberately, since I did explain, repeatedly. It's well-nigh impossible after a minute of exposure. But that same observation, and the psychology that goes with it, will clue Pete in that there's something wrong shortly, no doubt. Meanwhile, he acts like a thermostat, himself - the area around him is very very warm. It's just that *he's* not. "No thanks," he says, grinning a little, but it looks kind of like a grimace because Pete's not entirely thawed yet. "Far too healthy. Right decent of you to offer, though." He inclines his head slightly, at the same time drawing his coat a little closer to himself. "So, *are* you all right? Don't know you all that well, but the Summers I -did- know, it ain't like him to no-show at 'is place've employment." He's quick to add, "None of my concern, mind. Feel free t'tell me to piss off." Pete Wisdom sorries, my ma walked in. You paged Izzy with 'The person seems to have an opinion on -everything-.'. Izzy pages: And they really pissed me off last night. I asked Snova who they're apping for so I can avoid 'em, and she got, well, not -quite- snotty, but very much 'oh, well, you'll find out'. Izzy pages: The entire point is that I don't -want- to find out; I want to avoid the fuck out of them. You paged Izzy with 'Cheez.'. Izzy pages: Evidently that doesn't matter. You paged Izzy with 'The guest's been cagey about it him/herself.'. Scott tilts his head. "Place of employment?" he asks, trying to figure that one out. He teaches at the high school...and it's out for the holidays...at least for another few days. But inwardly he's sighing. How many people does he have to explain himeslf to, anyway? "I'm fine," he lies through his teeth. "Had a run-in with a local hood a couple of nights ago, and my hands paid the price." Izzy pages: Mm. The guest is a frickin' pain in the ass, and I am no longer tolerant. Long distance to Izzy: Pete Wisdom nodnods. From afar, Izzy grins. Anyway, semi-afk to check on these cakes. Pete Wisdom says "Ngah! I thought you were at the university." Pete Wisdom says "Now I feel like a total dork." Scott laughs. "Hey, he didn't say it to you, so the confusion is perfectly alright." Scott says "And that /is/ where you met him." Tigra pages: How's sketching? Raising his eyebrows, Wisdom's blue eye looks at Scott somewhat piercingly. "The University? I was under the impression y'taught there. People there knew who I was talking about." He shrugs a little, relaxing slightly. Oh, the air feels like burning now; the feeling's coming back into his extremities. There's a slight pause, and Pete looks over the bandaged hands as closely as Scott's motion will let him. "Did you call the police?" You paged Tigra with 'It's eh.'. From afar, Tigra comforts. Scott's mouth twitches with a spark of dry humor. "Me...call the police? They'd run me in quicker than him, I'm afraid, since they're in his pocket." he shrugs his shoulders, the leather creaking in protest. "And I teach at the high school, Wisdom. Are you warm enough?" Scott warns half an hour. Pete Wisdom says "Okay." From afar, Tigra snugs g'night. "Good to know," says Pete, at the cops clarification. Now, it's true that he came by quite randomly, and at Scott's home, but it's not totally uninvited. The be-visored man had, after all, told Wisdom to look him up should he ever need anything. It's the change - ever so slight - in Scott's manner that sets off the biggest alarm in the former spy. Open an earnest hospitality replaced by a barely tolerant impatience, and pat explicit answers to generalised questions. Strange behavior, indeed. "Getting to the point that I'm aware I've got fingers, yeah," he says, but there's no smile. Just a look of concern. Sorry, Tigra is not connected. You paged Izzy with 'Laa cake.'. Pete Wisdom says "Er, open and earnest." It can't even begin to be a clue that while Scott was noticeably /not/ wearing any kind of eyewear when you last saw him, he is now. Dull points of crimson shine through the shades, indicating that his power is in full 'on' mode. He smiles again, dry and humorless. "Have a seat, if you're inclined to stay a while," he murmurs, gesturing to the couch in the living area. Pete Wisdom blushes. Scott says "What? :)" Pete Wisdom says "This is what happens when they let non-spies play spies. ;)" Scott didn't mention the shades earlier, and should have. I'm sleepy-ish. Scott says "Fifteen minutes, sweets." Pete Wisdom snugs. Sokay. "And okay. :)" Scott hopes to be on longer tomorrow if at all possible. Scott will have heat here...or else. Scott is determined also to work through this scene with you, if it takes me many nights. "Just long enough that I don't 'ave to bite off me fingers after th' walk home," replies Pete, shaking his head. "Don't want to keep you; you're waiting for me to leave." Tone matter-of-fact and stance calculated to be as nonconfrontational as possible, the black-haired Englishman continues to watch Scott, doing his best to read the X-counterpart's body language. There's a slight pause, and Pete grins lopsidedly. "Have t'mention, I felt a bit odd being the cyclops last time I saw you." From afar, Izzy grumbles. Thing rose enough that it hit the bottom of the rack above it, on the bottom two cakes. Had to rearrange the entire thing. Oh well, two of them will -look- slightly smushed but should taste good. Pete Wisdom will be on tomorrow morning and possibly late tomorrow night, but works all afternoon and evening. :) And, yay working through this scene! Long distance to Izzy: Pete Wisdom grins. Scott will be on later tomorrow night. After 9 CST, likely. Pete Wisdom says "Coolio. Can I coax one more pose out of you? :)" From afar, Izzy has to admit, last night - that combined with her 'okay' scene with Rowan, and the general state of things on here, made her -really- wonder why she's on here. :b Scott gives you his equivalent of a sharp glance, brows raised in question. "Taking a bit of an assumption, aren't you?" he asks, carefully. Did he really seem that eager to be rid of company? The monkey on his back says he must have been, and he sighs. "I apologize for the rudeness, I've had a bad night." and a bad week, truth be told. Damn you, Angelus! Scott says "You can have two. :)" Long distance to Izzy: Pete Wisdom snugs. Look, you. If you're not having any fun at all...I'll follow you somewhere and make a character, and you can leave here. Pete Wisdom oos! From afar, Izzy snugs. I appreciate the offer, hon, but honestly? I don't know anywhere -else- which I'd be happier on, in all truthfulness. I think the problem is less with this as a place than the fact that what -I- like, what I -want-, is not what the majority want. Izzy pages: Which isn't gonna change no matter where we go. I honestly donno what I need to do about it. Scott says "Type quickly, Petey-san." "I've an 'abit of making an ass of meself that way, mate." The answer is cheerful enough, but Pete still hasn't moved from his spot - right where he stopped when he came in. "And don't even think it - the way I treated you over at the University was deplorable, and I deserve all the rudeness you can toss at me." He sounds entertained, and yeah there's a smile there, but the smile doesn't touch his eye. "Summers," he finally says, about as nicely and gently as a Pete Wisdom can possibly manage, "you offered me help, open-handed, an' you don't know me from Adam. Just the offer alone did more for me than you could imagine. If you need help with anything, anything at all..." He's fishing, he's whistling in the dark. He's aware that Scott might mistake this for a come-on, but there's something wrong, he knows it. And so he takes the chance. Long distance to Izzy: Pete Wisdom mrrs. And I'm not sure what to tell you. From afar, Izzy grins. I don't expect you to solve it, but say what you think. I can take it. Long distance to Izzy: Pete Wisdom can't, because I'm baffled at the moment. You paged Izzy with 'There's no cure for a discerning palate. ;)'. From afar, Izzy grins. Unfortunately. I mean, I like junk food now and again - but the entire business with staff being perfectly content to -let- people be assholes... okay, I don't expect 'em to go 'no character for you!'. But at least, 'hey, you know, your attitude could use a little adjusting' would be nice. As it is, I feel like they think -my- attitude is the one at fault. Scott withdraws with a swiftness that leaves mental walls clanging shut with brittle force. Not so easy to pierce his armor in such an open way. "I have a talent for picking out the good ones," he answers, voice collected...and devoid of real feeling. "You're one of the good ones, Wisdom...I know that. You're welcome to stay here, but don't expect me to be around much. I'll get a spare key made if you'd like to bunk up for a while." Open hand, closed heart. Pete Wisdom says "Want to pause here?" Scott nods. "I really hate to, but I have to go." Pete Wisdom says "No worries, Scottie-boy. :)" Pete Wisdom says "I'll see you tomorrow - and stay warm. :)" Scott snaps his teeth. Going to! Pete Wisdom says "You logged, BTW? Or no?" Scott begs you to make a back-up. Pete Wisdom says "Sho' 'nuff. ;)" Scott has it logged, as it exists. See you tomorrow, Wisdom. :) Scott has disconnected. ---- Recall end ----