<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, Nathaniel, Cassie, Open<br/><hr/><br/>"<strong>Good guess.</strong>" Scott replied with a smile, to Arthur's question. He seemed observant, anyway. Further discussion was interrupted by Jean returning with a pair of others in tow. Or perhaps Jean was in tow behind the others? He didn't really know the two with her, but that was sort of the point of this little gathering. The girl in the outfit looked nervous, but, he couldn't blame her. At least unlike Jimmy, they didn't seem unwilling to be there.<br/><br/>"<strong>Thanks!</strong>" He spoke up in reply to Cassie after she had introduced herself. "<strong>I like your outfit.</strong>" He added, repeating what Arthur had said. He sounded genuine about it, and in truth, he was looking forward to getting some sort of superhero costume. Maybe something like what Captain America had. Plus, the tight outfit looked excellent on Cassie, though he did his best not to stare, guessing it was likely a part of why she felt uncomfortable. It was sad that she had been through a life-threatening illness, but, maybe most, if not all of them, had been through some kind of unpleasant experience before getting there. She certainly seemed to know her stuff, too. Maybe being a genius ran in the family. Or maybe it had just rubbed off from hanging around the likes of Dr Pym.