<br/><hr/><div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/kPul1Qb.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Cyclops (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=261894.msg12918911#msg12918911)<br/><strong>Location:</strong>In the sky, co-pilot’s seat<br/><strong>Date/Time:</strong>September 7th, evening<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Logan (closed)<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>Black leather flight suit and visor. Hair is down around shoulders.<br/><strong>Content:</strong>Salem is flying the blackbird. She found the proper flap and tilt that causes the problems. She considers trying to fix it temporarily, but decides against it. Instead, she decides to focus on Logan and engage in the conversation. She picks up the name Alex, and focuses on it a bit, not sure who Logan is talking about. She asks perfect questions, partly by some accident.<br/><hr/>They continued North, easily, steadily. It was an ok trip. While Salem listened carefully to Logan she let herself get distracted evenly by the module under her right hand. She gathered the information in bits and put it together after it happened. While she was doing multiple things at once like this, flying a plane, talking to Logan, monitoring an auto-pilot, and thinking about the possible romantic situation she was in; she was a bit behind. About one half of a second, it took time to absorb everything at once. But she was acing it.<br/><br/>She noted Logan’s grunt of approval, and oh dear god did she notice it.<em>‘Hum-hum-hum-hum’</em>Even her mind shuttered. She enjoyed that sound very much, and she wasn’t sure why but it had a particular effect on her ego. She swelled with pride visibly, with everything but a smile or a direct recognition. She looked proud, almost off putting with her astute nature and her perfect posture.<br/><br/><strong>“Mmhm.” </strong>She offered a light hum to acknowledge a small stopping point. She took it all in,<em>‘even flow, at a 181 degree on C-flap, 182, 183, 184, 185.’ - ‘When did I last dream about him?’ - ‘Same for 175-179.’ - ‘flap D,’ - ‘181…’ - ‘I think it was On Tuesday.’ - ‘yeah, the broken danger room dream.’ -  ‘… 175-179, uneven distribution over sensor,’</em>-<strong>“Huh”</strong>. The computer showed the problem, Salem’s mind started to work through how it could have happened. She also happened to catch Logan’s relaxation pose settling in and she could almost feel him start to put his feet up,<em>‘no, he wouldn’t…’ </em>Then, he didn’t.<em>‘Good.’ - ‘Malfunctioning gear, not on this plane,’ - ‘Was the danger room dream a blowjob dream or a sex dream?’ - ‘mud or oil in the mechanism?, no, not on this place.’ - ‘Improper installation upon maintenance… That’s reasonable.’ - ‘It was a blowjob dream, fuck it went on forever.’ - ‘If they missed the center of the rotor by one tooth, we would get an irregular push on the right wing.’ - ‘I could probably shift the sensor and calibrate it with a five degree offset…’ - ‘No.’ </em>Salem stopped herself. They were flying straight, and the plane was perfectly safe with this little problem.<em>‘That’s why there were six flaps per wing.’ - ‘He has regrets about his old past, I didn’t expect that. Regrets?’ - ‘Check the stupid flap when it’s on the ground.’ - ‘pay attention to Logan!’ </em>She was lucky that her two little mouth sounds had fit with Logan’s pacing, even if one of them had done so intentionally. He still had more to say as she continued to compile information. The plane was steady and North. Salem stopped checking the plane’s flaps and turned her face toward Logan as she kept the plane forward.<br/><br/><strong>“I think I know what you mean, it must have been bad where… um, when…” </strong>Salem struggled over the exact words to use.<strong>“You came from a horrible place, this horrible place is much less horrible. I follow.”</strong>Her head shifted back and forth, from the instruments, and Logan, glancing at her teacher when it felt right to glance over and display the minimal expression she had.<br/><br/>She let the conversation move on naturally, Logan had mentioned two names that referred to the same person, and she had had that person locked away from her memory, in a way. Salem had never looked for her siblings. Gabriel had found her, and he told her more than she wanted to know, it made it difficult for her to figure out what the hell happened to her as a child. And, Xavier had never told her about Alex Summers. It was simple, Cyclops was focused, and she’d never once thought to ask. She was selfish in a way, completely focused on making herself as perfect as possible.<br/><br/><strong>“Who’s Alex?” </strong>Salem shook her head lightly, she wasn’t sure if she was supposed to know about him or not. It felt like she was,<em>‘did somebody tell Logan I used to date an Alex?’ - ‘Did I used to date an Alex?’ - ‘No.’ </em>Salem looked to Logan, and she could suddenly feel something very off.<em> ‘What…?’</em><br/><br/><strong>“Am I supposed to know who ‘The Havok’ is?” </strong>Salem liked to keep herself up on things. She liked to do research into other mutants, especially particular people that were in opposition to her. She hadn’t looked into every member of the brotherhood. But, she’d never heard this name.<strong>“Maybe you’re thinking of a friend that guy-version of me had in your other world.”</strong>She was showing some levity. It was hard to read that crimson mask of hers. Cyclops didn’t like being out of the loop on anything, she wanted to know about this Alex for a few reasons, if only to get closer to Logan was the most worthwhile cause in her mind.