Sandy

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Scott said he'd be there with information in five minutes. He was at the door, fully dressed and with his glasses replaced by a visor, in four. It took him that long to grab a cup of coffee and walk to the lounge where Sandy was waiting.

He got his debriefing on the move, and directly into his brain.

He felt better for having been looped in, however perfunctorily.

He walked in, and stayed standing up. Looked the guy over, and wondered why the hell this kid was the recon specialist and then moved on.

"New mutant manifested in Chicago. She's sitting in a jail cell, supposedly for her protection. We're going to get her. How long do you need to pack?"

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[armsofan]

"Then grab another refill and come outside with me," he said, and hopped down from the counter. No need to feel guilty. He didn't think it was pleasant, but they all did what they had to do to manage. He grabbed his soda can to take with him.

"Charles does some information gathering, finds new mutants, that kind of thing, but most of the missions are coming from Scott, anyway. You can go talk to the Professor if you want, but you might as well wait on Scott to come around and be ready to go since he's going to have to pull it together."

Jean was gone, Scott was quasi-functional. Storm could take over, and had before and would again when it was dire but that could only happen when Scott was truly out or let it and Bobby didn't figure either was going to apply, here.

[granularity]

Sandy did grab another refill of his cup, though he followed somewhat warily after the Professor was mentioned.

"Are we going to see Scott or the Professor?" and he tried not to sound as wary as he was about that second prospect.

[armsofan]

Bobby gave Sand a thoroughly confused look. "Neither one, unless you think it's urgent enough to move without Scott being involved. If you do, not sure how much help the Professor can give you. Maybe tracking down a location?"

[granularity]

He shook his head. "No. It won't happen for a few days. We have some time."

But he stepped a little closer to Bobby.

"...where're we going then?"

[armsofan]

Bobby shouldered out of the kitchen door and into the hall. "Outside. Maybe down walk down to the lake and back. Otherwise, we're all just gonna be spending all night waiting on word about Scott, getting in the way and on everybody's nerves. If you want a run to chill in until morning, I can drop you at one."

[granularity]

He shook his had firmly.

"I would like to go find Alan just to see if he brought me clothes." He held up the sleeve on his shirt. "Scott's a little bigger than I am, but we made due."

He walked along with Bobby for a moment, considering what he wanted.

"...do you have a library, by any chance?"

[armsofan]

"We've got a library but it's pretty much a typical high school library with some mutant history stuff thrown in." And not even much of that. "You want anything more specialized, you need the Professor again. Alan's your friend? Last I heard he was still downstairs with Scott." Last he heard, of course, was last time Sand had seen.

[granularity]

"Yes. Alan's my friend. But I doubt he'll be going anywhere until Scott's awake." He knew Alan. And he knew that if it was someone younger than him who was out there risking his life trying to make a difference, Alan was going to be protective of him. "Alan's got a papa bear streak a mile wide. He doesn't like when 'kids' like us get hurt."

He took a few more steps before nodding, as much to himself as to Bobby.

"The library sounds fine, though. I'm not looking for anything specific. I just... like to read. It's what I do to pass the time."

[armsofan]

"Papa-bear streak. That should go over great with Scott." No, no it wouldn't. Maybe if Alan caught Scott before he was really up and awake, but he didn't expect it to last long. Who knew. Maybe it wouldn't be as bad as he was imagining. Maybe.

"There's plenty of reading material there if you want it. You want me to swing you by there instead of the lake?" He didn't need to hang around to supervise, but he needed to figure out where he was going. He stopped walking to ask that one. He needed a direction.

[granularity]

"Library," he said firmly. Water wasn't really his thing, after all. Books he could do. Books were distracting. And maybe he'd find something he liked that he hadn't read. He probably still had at least thirty years left worth of books he hadn't read that he'd missed.

[armsofan]

Bobby headed down the proper branch of the hall, toward a staircase, figuring Sand could keep up well enough and it would leave the elevator free in case it was needed by somebody downstairs, for more urgent business.

He didn't say anything else, just pushed open the door and waved Sand in. "Knock yourself out."

[granularity]

He sucked down the rest of his cup of coffee before looking over at Bobby.

"I won't wander," he promised as he started in towards the door, "and... let me know if you need anything?"

A moment passed before--

"Or if Allison wants me."

Things were scary and terrible enough without making it worse by having people disappear.

[armsofan]

"I'll let Storm know where you are on my way out." She'd let Allison know if she wanted Sand.

He could hang around the library but - No, no wait, no he could not. He managed to work in an office a lot of the time, but he was worried and sitting down wasn't on his agenda. "Trust me, nobody's really gonna lose track of you in here, and I doubt even you'd get through the more sensitive areas of the school without somebody noticing."

He flashed a wry smile, lifted a hand and headed out.