[ So anyone in the same wing as him is probably going to get to meet Scott as he stumbles out of the ruins of a hospital room that has been literally cut in half by a massive beam of wild ruby-colored energy. Thankfully, none of the nurses were in the room at the time, but they'd all been on the way to check on the newly-awoken patient so, uh...
First impression: made.
He keeps the sunglasses on after that, but once they start trying to convince him of things and fill in the giant gaping holes in his memory, they get to be somewhat frustrated with him for entirely different reasons.
Suffice to say, everyone's happier when he leaves and heads for the sheriff's station to sign for what looks like laser tag gear and a visor with a neat little button that-
Second impression: also made. Also a mental note not to press the button unless he wants to blow something up. And definitely not in the sheriff's office. Probably.
He switches back to the shades since those look at least nominally normal and give him way better vision but the visor is in his backpack, along with a few other things that he'd picked up as he wanders around the town that apparently he's lived in his entire life. You know, except for the memories that say that's total bullshit that keep sort of nudging at the back of his brain, but that's neither here nor there. All the same, mostly he's just trying to find a good place for some pizza and to not blow anything up. So far, so good. ]
option two: into the woods
[ What in the ever loving hell was that?
He doesn't even really think so much as his feet are moving and he's heading for the treeline because that was... that was someone. Something? Does it matter? Whatever or whoever it was was terrified out of their goddamn mind and none of the other idiots in this town seem to want to do anything about it so off he goes. He laments that he doesn't have the neat visor thing with him (and he makes a note to try and pack it with him from now on because what the hell?!?) but he'll whip those glasses off if he has to, if...
He doesn't know 'what if' because he has no idea what he's running towards, but he's going to do something about it, goddamn it, whatever it is. ]
option three: pta bakesale
[ Why is Scott here? Because it was help with this or detention and at least this is outside in the sunlight. He likes sunlight, probably more than he figures most teenagers do. Besides, there's the smell of cookies, some of the mothers have even donated since he's being 'so helpful'...
It could really be worse.
And when he's not actually being asked to do anything or manning any of the tables, he's getting a chance to meet some of the other people in town. Which is... not too bad? Nah, not too bad. ]
option four: network
Okay, so, what the hell are we supposed to do for fun around here?
Scott Summers | X-Men Movies
option one: welcome to wayward pines
First impression: made.
He keeps the sunglasses on after that, but once they start trying to convince him of things and fill in the giant gaping holes in his memory, they get to be somewhat frustrated with him for entirely different reasons.
Suffice to say, everyone's happier when he leaves and heads for the sheriff's station to sign for what looks like laser tag gear and a visor with a neat little button that-
Second impression: also made. Also a mental note not to press the button unless he wants to blow something up. And definitely not in the sheriff's office. Probably.
He switches back to the shades since those look at least nominally normal and give him way better vision but the visor is in his backpack, along with a few other things that he'd picked up as he wanders around the town that apparently he's lived in his entire life. You know, except for the memories that say that's total bullshit that keep sort of nudging at the back of his brain, but that's neither here nor there. All the same, mostly he's just trying to find a good place for some pizza and to not blow anything up. So far, so good. ]
option two: into the woods
He doesn't even really think so much as his feet are moving and he's heading for the treeline because that was... that was someone. Something? Does it matter? Whatever or whoever it was was terrified out of their goddamn mind and none of the other idiots in this town seem to want to do anything about it so off he goes. He laments that he doesn't have the neat visor thing with him (and he makes a note to try and pack it with him from now on because what the hell?!?) but he'll whip those glasses off if he has to, if...
He doesn't know 'what if' because he has no idea what he's running towards, but he's going to do something about it, goddamn it, whatever it is. ]
option three: pta bakesale
It could really be worse.
And when he's not actually being asked to do anything or manning any of the tables, he's getting a chance to meet some of the other people in town. Which is... not too bad? Nah, not too bad. ]
option four: network