Alex «Havok» Summers (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
tolaywaste) wrote2014-02-17 01:22 pm
tolaywaste) wrote2014-02-17 01:22 pm
Entry tags:
- !tw: fire,
- a very groovy mutation,
- abandonment issues: x-men edition,
- aeryn is not your pretty princess,
- anger problems r us,
- anya is the good kind of crazy,
- ben is ben,
- emotions only come out in disaster,
- how do leading,
- i have a lot of feelings but shh,
- literally just don't care,
- t-5 til chris gets punched,
- that superhero thing
26. » private, video, spam
spam } aeryn & charles
[Alex has spoken to both his inmate and his now-legal guardian, trying to figure out a way to address the part of Aeryn's rehabilitation he feels least equipped to handle: her anger. What he hasn't done is gone into any great detail with either of them about how he wants this guidance to proceed.]
[In a way, he wants it to be something he and Aeryn can do together; in another way, he wants it to be as organic as possible, and so he pushes thoughts of structure away.]
[He calls them both to the CES. Bring jogging clothes, he says, because in his experience, just talking without moving can be a little bit terrifying. He waits just inside the entrance, stretching and plotting a path through the high grasses the room has given them today.]
private/voice } anya
Hey. We need to talk. [He hesitates, thinking of Snow and of Ben who would want him to actually be honest, not just truthful.] I mean, I need to talk about a bunch of things. But you, too.
Do you, you know. Have a minute?
private } crichton
We need to talk about Aeryn.
public } video
[See Alex. See Alex at the skating rink, with all necessary hockey accoutrements, just finishing up playing some solo hockey. Badly. The communicator appears to be resting on the wall of the rink; he waves at it pretty vigorously, his breath hanging in the air.]
Hey! So as some of you know - some of you new people, I guess, maybe don't - we have a skating rink. I have the keys and everything, but as long as you don't stab anyone with skates you're welcome. And we've been talking about having a serious hockey tournament for ages, so - here's phase one: try to beat me into the ice. Because seriously, it's the only way I'll learn.
Or come out and do some one-on-one, whatever you want. I'll be out here all afternoon.
open } spam
[And he is - out on the ice for the rest of the morning and into early afternoon, until he has to run to cover Ben's kitchen shift. He's been doing this more frequently lately than usual because Ben's been sick, but even now he's not the best at it. Kitchen work doesn't come naturally to him, but at least he follows direction well.]
[Immediately after lunch, he takes a walk in the CES, then attacks the CTS full force. The simulation it provides is terrifying in its sterility: robots twice his height, slow-moving but determined to capture rather thn terminate. His endeavor is to dismantle rather than destroy - a finesse exercise.]
[He leaves the CTS a smoking ruin. He's not much for finesse these days.]
[Alex has spoken to both his inmate and his now-legal guardian, trying to figure out a way to address the part of Aeryn's rehabilitation he feels least equipped to handle: her anger. What he hasn't done is gone into any great detail with either of them about how he wants this guidance to proceed.]
[In a way, he wants it to be something he and Aeryn can do together; in another way, he wants it to be as organic as possible, and so he pushes thoughts of structure away.]
[He calls them both to the CES. Bring jogging clothes, he says, because in his experience, just talking without moving can be a little bit terrifying. He waits just inside the entrance, stretching and plotting a path through the high grasses the room has given them today.]
private/voice } anya
Hey. We need to talk. [He hesitates, thinking of Snow and of Ben who would want him to actually be honest, not just truthful.] I mean, I need to talk about a bunch of things. But you, too.
Do you, you know. Have a minute?
private } crichton
We need to talk about Aeryn.
public } video
[See Alex. See Alex at the skating rink, with all necessary hockey accoutrements, just finishing up playing some solo hockey. Badly. The communicator appears to be resting on the wall of the rink; he waves at it pretty vigorously, his breath hanging in the air.]
Hey! So as some of you know - some of you new people, I guess, maybe don't - we have a skating rink. I have the keys and everything, but as long as you don't stab anyone with skates you're welcome. And we've been talking about having a serious hockey tournament for ages, so - here's phase one: try to beat me into the ice. Because seriously, it's the only way I'll learn.
Or come out and do some one-on-one, whatever you want. I'll be out here all afternoon.
open } spam
[And he is - out on the ice for the rest of the morning and into early afternoon, until he has to run to cover Ben's kitchen shift. He's been doing this more frequently lately than usual because Ben's been sick, but even now he's not the best at it. Kitchen work doesn't come naturally to him, but at least he follows direction well.]
[Immediately after lunch, he takes a walk in the CES, then attacks the CTS full force. The simulation it provides is terrifying in its sterility: robots twice his height, slow-moving but determined to capture rather thn terminate. His endeavor is to dismantle rather than destroy - a finesse exercise.]
[He leaves the CTS a smoking ruin. He's not much for finesse these days.]
[ Spam ]
We can do that, too. But not instead of.
What? You don't think you can beat me at this, so you want to quit?
[He doesn't actually think this is true. But trash-talking with Ben is a lot of fun, and it makes Alex feel a little more normal in this crazy place. Best to indulge in that feeling whenever he can.]
[ Spam ]
I'm being polite, Alex. I want you to have a minimum of one thing you can do better than I can.
[But now he motions with his head, nodding out in front of them, squeezing one more time - unconsciously, apparently - before loosening his grip so Alex can move away from him.]
Show me again.
[ Spam ]
Oh, okay, I see how it is. Get me to show you again and then you're gonna show me up.
[He feigns like he's not gonna show him, but it was, of course, a foregone conclusion. Alex will always help Ben.]
One foot at a time. Like walking, the same rhythm, but longer. Sliding along the ice.
You can come with me if you want. I'll go backwards. I figured out how to do that. [He sounds absurdly proud of himself.]