<div class="floatleft">(http://s3.amazonaws.com/photo.goodreads.com/photos/1342228162p8/535386.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Scott Summers<br/><strong>Alias:</strong>Cyclops<br/><strong>Dorm Assignment:</strong>Floor 3, Room 1<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Auditorium<br/><strong>Time: </strong>September 2nd, Early Evening<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>Jeans, black v-neck t-shirt, red sunglasses<br/><strong>Tagging: </strong>Arthur, Ri'Staraa, Jean, Open<br/><hr/><br/>Scott smiled at Cassie as she wandered off. She seemed shy, but certainly very bright. He hoped that she would be able to relax a bit once she got to know everyone further. Arthur's question caught him off guard, making him blink in surprise (a gesture mostly invisible, and therefore waste due to his glasses) as he tried to think of an appropriate response. It wasn't often that he was asked to define his own qualities. Good preparation for job interviews, maybe?<br/><br/>"<strong>Not that I know of.</strong>" He said with a chuckle. In truth, he did like to plan and organize, and had a fondness for strategy and tactics, but, it certainly wasn't anything worth boasting about. "<strong>Maybe I'll be able to take some classes to round out my talents.</strong>" He mused, though much as it sounded like a joke, it was quite possibly on the curriculum.<br/><br/>Turning to face Ri'Staraa as the other young man approached, Scott gave a bit of a rueful laugh and ran his fingers through his hair.<br/><br/>"<strong>Stark told me 'You can have them in any color you want, as long as it's red.' Must be an inventor thing.</strong>" He smiled, "<strong>It does get a little annoying. You get used to it after a while, but, that's annoying too. Makes it hard to remember what things look like when they're not red.</strong>"<br/><br/>Further musings on the matter were interrupted by some levitating plates, and a bit of startling news from Jean. It was certainly a powerful ability, and he could see why it would make some people nervous to be around her. Not everyone liked having their thoughts intruded on. In fact, he was willing to be that most people didn't. Still, he thought he knew Jean well enough to trust her, and trust that she wouldn't be doing such things on purpose, with any sort of malicious intent. It was something that she would have to learn to control, and learn to live with, just like the rest of them. She might accidentally pick someone's thoughts up, he might accidentally blow a hole in a wall, and anyone else there might accidentally... Turn in to an armored night, or fight an evil doppelganger, or something? He still wasn't sure what the doppelganger thing had been about.<br/><br/>"<strong>I don't think you'll find any judgement here.</strong>" Scott pointed out to Jean with a supportive smile. "<strong>We're all going to have to learn to deal with things, and we're certainly in the right place for it.</strong>"