but whatever the case, everyone finally got the scott summers they've been wanting and shit. good for everyone, really. it's cool. like i don't have to worry about their stupid asses as much.
I'm not exactly the Maelle he remembers. But I think even if there was some older, very different me, he'd still value me as a person. It's not like there's only one spot in the world for me or you. Especially here.
That older Scott? Probably not fun to hang out with.
he feels more like a person sometimes. like. some ideal. the leader of the x-men and everything. you know every single mutant recognized me immediately when i came here? and i didn't know any of them.
i imagine they'd also be happy about that, you know? to have the person that they share actual memories with. that knows them back.
[A part of him thinks about declining, just wanting to sulk in his room for a bit longer. But also seeing Maelle again, right now after everything, is definitely a nice thought. Someone that he can just joke and hang out with and stuff. She's met the older him, but at least it's not the same hurt feeling as with the other mutants.
Maybe getting away from the mansion is a good idea anyway.]
Yeah, okay. Well, depends on what's in that bag. :p
[There's some easiness that's started to spread in his chest. But as he ends communication with Maelle, he can't stop himself from sitting there quietly in his room with that more morose mood. It's still hard in a lot of ways, being here and knowing that the other Scott exists somewhere else in this city. Ready to be all Cyclops and reliable for the other mutants.
But Scott isn't the type to stand up a friend, let alone a friend that he really likes. And Maelle is definitely one of his favorite people here, a feeling that's made him even more comfortable with him knowing how much she cares about him too. Yeah, he's not that stupid in ruining that.
So it's not long before he makes his way over to her apartment, his hands shoved in his pockets like normal and he seems okay, but there's an undercurrent of exhaustion and maybe even some anger still.]
[Take that, Sophie. She did it. Maelle's waiting out front patiently, glad to see Scott coming up the sidewalk after she's mentally done a slow walk from where he resides to the apartment, figuring out how long it usually takes her. And accounting for snow. And maybe a bit of... unhappiness, and the heaviness that must come with the other Scott's arrival.
Still, he made it, and Maelle breathes out a mirthless laugh.]
I knew the spicy chips would do it.
[They should get in, out of the cold, but Maelle steps in to give Scott a hug, arms wrapping around him with his hands still in his pockets. It's what she would want if she were in his shoes.]
[A small smile grows on Scott at her quip, a similar response on the tip of his tongue before it immediately dies in this throat as her arms suddenly wrap around him. Wait, what. He can't stop his noise of shock because a cute girl is hugging him-- okay more than that, Maelle is hugging him and she's not always the most touchy type like this. But she's doing it now, for him, and after that initial wave of surprise passes through, Scott's hands finally leave from his pockets.
And wrap around her in return. No hesitation about that, just that return of warmth and support and appreciation that he's unable to convey at first, words still lodged in his throat as he just tries to breathe in this moment and situate himself. Guess if nothing else, if everything has been pulled under him, at least he has this. It doesn't even feel that cold out here because of her.]
...Thanks, Maelle.
[His words quiet, almost soft, in contrast with the way he's still hugging her to him.]
[The only words she can really think to say. He will be okay, at least, even if he feels awful for now. It won't be forever. She has to believe that the other Scott will be kind and patient, and that will help this Scott come to terms with their current situation. Maelle lets the hug linger longer than she typically would, giving Scott a moment of privacy in a way, before she pats his back and gently pulls back.]
Maybe if he repeats those words to himself enough times he'll start to believe it. But honestly... a part of him is genuinely starting to believe it already, partly because of the girl that's currently hugging him and knowing that deep down, the other mutants aren't going to reject him. It just feels a little scary to hope that much, or think that he won't just be easily replaced, because if it does happen... he doesn't know what he'd do. Felt easier just to brace for the worst.
But it's made him miserable, it probably made everyone around him miserable too.
Of course he's not immediately fully okay now, but he seems like he's less ready to snap now as she pulls away from him.]
Hm? Are you saying that you can cook? [Scott why are you so surprised by the idea of this.....] And what about the chips?
[She gives him an amused look, leading them in and over to the elevator. It's a short ride to the third floor. She can cook well enough to feed others when need be, but she doesn't particularly feel passionate about it.]
There are leftovers from when we got pizza the other night, or I can make a sandwich. Chips go with both options.
[Maelle leads them down the hall to the right door. Their apartment is just enough space for four people, with the kitchen to the right and a lived-in living room off it with a small dining area, complete with a work bench with a collection of books and little projects Gustave collects. Down the hall are the bedrooms, and all is very, very quiet. Everyone is gone, like Maelle said.]
Here we are. The apartment of Expedition 33. Some of us, anyway. Make yourself at home.
Nah, I just make Quentin cook me something if I'm hungry.
[Because for whatever reason, Quentin does that sort of thing for him? Cook pizza bagels, make him pancakes-- he even went ahead and did that annoying mission with the pictures after Sophie said that he wouldn't do it. Thinking about that, something twists in his chest, not sure if he's afraid of losing that stupid connection with the other mutant or maybe hoping that he doesn't have to be afraid in the first place. It's the same thing with Sophie.
But he follows Maelle to her apartment, putting aside those complicated thoughts and feelings about the other mutants to the back of his mind. At least he's going to try.]
And I won't argue with pizza, as long as there's no weird toppings on it.
[Pineapple or anchovies... who would ruin a perfectly good pizza like that?? But it's really not long until he steps inside the apartment that Maelle shares with all her friends-- her family, essentially, the other expeditioners from her world. It's a decently sized place for 4 people, with touches of personal belongings, but it's definitely quiet. Something he appreciates right now with her, even as he does his usual shoving his hands in his pockets bit. Scott doesn't hide the fact that he's looking around, even as he makes his way to the kitchen first.]
Hm, there's more of you? I thought it was just Sciel, you, Lune, and Gustave.
[He's going to drag the pizza box from the fridge though in the mean time.]
[Someone thought a supreme pizza was a good idea. Maelle, most likely, pointing out all the meat and vegetables. Her hands slip behind her back as she slowly trails after Scott, smiling as he looks around. She loves their little home, the colorful bedroom walls, the neat little piles of personality here and there.]
Expedition 33 was a lot of people. But we have two more here: Verso and Monoco. They were sort of late additions. [Did Monoco even count? He does to Maelle.] It's better that they live a little apart from the rest of society, really.
[Considering Monoco's love language.
When Scott helps himself, Maelle laughs, surprised. He took her words to heart.]
[All in all... it's clear that Maelle loves living here with the others and that's what kind of matters the most to him. Of course he'd say that she could always add a pinball machine or a beanbag chair of her own to make things even cooler--]
Huh, cool. Didn't know that. So you're saying that they're even weirder than you?
[Scott calling the girl he likes the most weird... sounds about right, honestly. At least he mainly means it in jest, and really, all his favorite people are weird. Look at the mutants, the Jean from his world. The good kind of weird that at least orders pizza with the correct toppings instead of the Wrong ones. Yeah, he's definitely helping himself to a slice, the teen chomping at one in his hands as he leans back against the kitchen counter.]
But you ordered this? Good taste.
[There's a brief moment right now where he actually feels normal again. Sort of. Maybe if he continues to just say random shit then he won't have to talk about the other Scott again... although something is prodding in him to ask Maelle her thoughts, even if doesn't want to talk about it. It's just one of those stupid feelings that he can't ignore.]
[Not even warming it up? Maelle lifts a brow at that, but doesn't remark upon it as she crosses her arms and leans her back against the counter. She doesn't like cold pizza--but she's not hungry for it right now, anyway.]
I'll have you know that they're a very special and unique kind of weird. Monoco is a Gestral that collects feet, and Verso is immortal. And writes terrible poetry.
[Maelle isn't very pleased with him, currently, so she'll happily throw him under the bus. Verso is a good springboard into things Scott probably doesn't want to think about, though.]
It's weird with Gustave and Verso. Even when Verso wasn't here, I think Gustave felt... replaced. He wasn't with us when Verso came along. They both just kind of know the... general idea of one another. If that makes sense.
[She waves a hand vaguely, a gesture picked up from Gustave long ago.]
So. I hope you don’t feel alone in what you're feeling. I know your situation is a little more complicated, though.
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heh, yeah.
but whatever the case, everyone finally got the scott summers they've been wanting and shit. good for everyone, really. it's cool. like i don't have to worry about their stupid asses as much.
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It's just like some cousin you never met showed up and just happens to have the same name as you. He's not exactly you, and you're not exactly him.
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it's not like you're a different maelle that gustave knows
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That older Scott? Probably not fun to hang out with.
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and i guess. but it's just. he's the one everyone kept on talking about, you know?
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I don't see what the fuss is about. He's just a person. Especially here.
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he feels more like a person sometimes. like. some ideal. the leader of the x-men and everything. you know every single mutant recognized me immediately when i came here? and i didn't know any of them.
i imagine they'd also be happy about that, you know? to have the person that they share actual memories with. that knows them back.
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Do you want to come over? No one else is home and I have a bag from 711 I haven't opened yet.
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Maybe getting away from the mansion is a good idea anyway.]
Yeah, okay. Well, depends on what's in that bag. :p
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Be there in a few?
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[There's some easiness that's started to spread in his chest. But as he ends communication with Maelle, he can't stop himself from sitting there quietly in his room with that more morose mood. It's still hard in a lot of ways, being here and knowing that the other Scott exists somewhere else in this city. Ready to be all Cyclops and reliable for the other mutants.
But Scott isn't the type to stand up a friend, let alone a friend that he really likes. And Maelle is definitely one of his favorite people here, a feeling that's made him even more comfortable with him knowing how much she cares about him too. Yeah, he's not that stupid in ruining that.
So it's not long before he makes his way over to her apartment, his hands shoved in his pockets like normal and he seems okay, but there's an undercurrent of exhaustion and maybe even some anger still.]
Hey, congratulations, you brought me out.
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Still, he made it, and Maelle breathes out a mirthless laugh.]
I knew the spicy chips would do it.
[They should get in, out of the cold, but Maelle steps in to give Scott a hug, arms wrapping around him with his hands still in his pockets. It's what she would want if she were in his shoes.]
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And wrap around her in return. No hesitation about that, just that return of warmth and support and appreciation that he's unable to convey at first, words still lodged in his throat as he just tries to breathe in this moment and situate himself. Guess if nothing else, if everything has been pulled under him, at least he has this. It doesn't even feel that cold out here because of her.]
...Thanks, Maelle.
[His words quiet, almost soft, in contrast with the way he's still hugging her to him.]
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[The only words she can really think to say. He will be okay, at least, even if he feels awful for now. It won't be forever. She has to believe that the other Scott will be kind and patient, and that will help this Scott come to terms with their current situation. Maelle lets the hug linger longer than she typically would, giving Scott a moment of privacy in a way, before she pats his back and gently pulls back.]
Come on, let's get inside. Are you hungry?
[Real food, not snacks.]
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Maybe if he repeats those words to himself enough times he'll start to believe it. But honestly... a part of him is genuinely starting to believe it already, partly because of the girl that's currently hugging him and knowing that deep down, the other mutants aren't going to reject him. It just feels a little scary to hope that much, or think that he won't just be easily replaced, because if it does happen... he doesn't know what he'd do. Felt easier just to brace for the worst.
But it's made him miserable, it probably made everyone around him miserable too.
Of course he's not immediately fully okay now, but he seems like he's less ready to snap now as she pulls away from him.]
Hm? Are you saying that you can cook? [Scott why are you so surprised by the idea of this.....] And what about the chips?
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[She gives him an amused look, leading them in and over to the elevator. It's a short ride to the third floor. She can cook well enough to feed others when need be, but she doesn't particularly feel passionate about it.]
There are leftovers from when we got pizza the other night, or I can make a sandwich. Chips go with both options.
[Maelle leads them down the hall to the right door. Their apartment is just enough space for four people, with the kitchen to the right and a lived-in living room off it with a small dining area, complete with a work bench with a collection of books and little projects Gustave collects. Down the hall are the bedrooms, and all is very, very quiet. Everyone is gone, like Maelle said.]
Here we are. The apartment of Expedition 33. Some of us, anyway. Make yourself at home.
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[Because for whatever reason, Quentin does that sort of thing for him? Cook pizza bagels, make him pancakes-- he even went ahead and did that annoying mission with the pictures after Sophie said that he wouldn't do it. Thinking about that, something twists in his chest, not sure if he's afraid of losing that stupid connection with the other mutant or maybe hoping that he doesn't have to be afraid in the first place. It's the same thing with Sophie.
But he follows Maelle to her apartment, putting aside those complicated thoughts and feelings about the other mutants to the back of his mind. At least he's going to try.]
And I won't argue with pizza, as long as there's no weird toppings on it.
[Pineapple or anchovies... who would ruin a perfectly good pizza like that?? But it's really not long until he steps inside the apartment that Maelle shares with all her friends-- her family, essentially, the other expeditioners from her world. It's a decently sized place for 4 people, with touches of personal belongings, but it's definitely quiet. Something he appreciates right now with her, even as he does his usual shoving his hands in his pockets bit. Scott doesn't hide the fact that he's looking around, even as he makes his way to the kitchen first.]
Hm, there's more of you? I thought it was just Sciel, you, Lune, and Gustave.
[He's going to drag the pizza box from the fridge though in the mean time.]
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[Someone thought a supreme pizza was a good idea. Maelle, most likely, pointing out all the meat and vegetables. Her hands slip behind her back as she slowly trails after Scott, smiling as he looks around. She loves their little home, the colorful bedroom walls, the neat little piles of personality here and there.]
Expedition 33 was a lot of people. But we have two more here: Verso and Monoco. They were sort of late additions. [Did Monoco even count? He does to Maelle.] It's better that they live a little apart from the rest of society, really.
[Considering Monoco's love language.
When Scott helps himself, Maelle laughs, surprised. He took her words to heart.]
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Huh, cool. Didn't know that. So you're saying that they're even weirder than you?
[Scott calling the girl he likes the most weird... sounds about right, honestly. At least he mainly means it in jest, and really, all his favorite people are weird. Look at the mutants, the Jean from his world. The good kind of weird that at least orders pizza with the correct toppings instead of the Wrong ones. Yeah, he's definitely helping himself to a slice, the teen chomping at one in his hands as he leans back against the kitchen counter.]
But you ordered this? Good taste.
[There's a brief moment right now where he actually feels normal again. Sort of. Maybe if he continues to just say random shit then he won't have to talk about the other Scott again... although something is prodding in him to ask Maelle her thoughts, even if doesn't want to talk about it. It's just one of those stupid feelings that he can't ignore.]
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I'll have you know that they're a very special and unique kind of weird. Monoco is a Gestral that collects feet, and Verso is immortal. And writes terrible poetry.
[Maelle isn't very pleased with him, currently, so she'll happily throw him under the bus. Verso is a good springboard into things Scott probably doesn't want to think about, though.]
It's weird with Gustave and Verso. Even when Verso wasn't here, I think Gustave felt... replaced. He wasn't with us when Verso came along. They both just kind of know the... general idea of one another. If that makes sense.
[She waves a hand vaguely, a gesture picked up from Gustave long ago.]
So. I hope you don’t feel alone in what you're feeling. I know your situation is a little more complicated, though.
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