<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>Open, Jimmy, mentioning Jean<br/><hr/><br/>The past couple of months since he had woken up in the hospital had been chaotic and taxing, but now, sitting in the auditorium surrounded by people like him, listening to an address from the director of SHIELD, with Captain America standing next to him, Scott felt as if the whole thing had been worthwhile.<em>Why</em>was the question that had been running through his head for some time, during his various ordeals. Why had this happened to him? His parents, the plane crash, the lost years, the catastrophe when he awoke, the detainment, the tests and examinations… Why him? Talking to Jean about things over the past weeks had been helpful, but seeing Steve Rogers on stage, listening to Nick Fury addressing them, he knew why. He felt a renewed sense of determination and purpose. SHIELD had given him, and everyone in the room, a chance, and a place to feel at home.<br/><br/>Most of the other students he had only had passing contact with. Some of them had been pleasant, and he was looking forward to getting to know them better. Others, he wasn’t so sure about. Regardless, they were all in the same boat now. They had been brought here to learn to control their powers, and many of them had likely been through traumatic experiences. It was something, at least, and Scott was looking forward to getting to know each of them, and learning with them. It would be a strange experience, certainly, but, maybe attending classes with other people would get things back towards feeling normal.<br/><br/>Having been to his room already, and being more or less familiar with the facilities, Scott didn’t have a lot of need for the tablet he had been provided with yet. Still, he tucked it away before rising from his seat, seeing that people were already starting to gather and feed themselves. Except Jimmy, of course. His interactions with Jimmy had been brief and a little awkward during the last weeks, and while Scott was still determined to get to know him, he was having a hard time figuring the other man out. Smiling at Jean and giving a slight wave as he went to the buffet table, he loaded up a plate and got a drink before walking over to the table where Jimmy was sitting, taking a seat across from him.<br/><br/>“<strong>Nick Fury, huh? He seems very… Intense.</strong>” Scott pointed out conversationally. It was difficult to make eye contact with the sunglasses on, but, the faint glow of his eyes behind them at least gave some indication where he was looking. “<strong>What do you think of the class schedule?</strong>”