Danger Zone

June 23, 2015:

Some fun times by the Danger room

Xavier Institute

Near the Danger Room

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Fade In…

Rachel had decided to head down to the Danger Room and see if she could offer some help to Dr. McCoy. While she wasn't the scientific expert he was, she did know a little about advanced technology.

She enters the room holding an advanced tablet computer in her hand, Beast would be able to tell; it's not from the present time period.

A plate with a sandwich on it floats over to the table near Beast as well as a bottle of water, "Hey Dr. McCoy, how's it going down here?"

The plate with the sandwich inches towards him slowly and the Phoenix symbol over Rachel's left eye fade, her bout with Telekinesis done for now.

"Out!" is called even as he catches the scent of someone entering the area. "I knew I should have locked the door…" not that it would matter to some. Turning, wearing some jeweler's glasses on his head as a visor over his own glasses, "I'm sorry, Ms. Summers, but I'm not allowing anyone in here except for myself. It's too dangerous." Apparently it is even in it's messed-up state. He will, however, take the sandwich and the bottle of water and move to usher himself and Rachel outside…

"It's not going well, I'm sorry to say. I'm working as fast as I can, but the damage that I caused is probably the easiest to fix."

"Dr. McCoy, I've been privy to the Danger Room being upgraded beyond the capabilities that crippled my mother and fixed tech that Tony Stark is only now dreaming of." Rachel grinned a little, "I also served as a host to a cosmic and primal force for years that has turned everyone else except me, into Darth Vader. I should be able to help you out." Rachel winks at the older man and waves the advanced tablet computer at him, "This might help you out to."

"Thank you, but this is my doing and I need to take care of it…at least to this point. I also don't necessarily trust Stark as he tends to put his own little bugs into things for his own nefarious purposes." He looks at the sandwich that he's holding and holds it out for Rachel to take so he can then take the tablet, "What's this?" He knows she's from an alternate dimension…things aren't always adaptable. "I do appreciate the offer, but it's my mess to clean up…I'm not sure it was even the upgrade that did it."

Rachel had the advantage of being a telepath with very little regards for boundaries, surface thoughts tend to be answered by her with little thought for privacy, "Not an alternate dimension Dr. McCoy. I was from the future, I came back here to prevent it. There are other X-men from other dimensions and timelines, but I'm firmly rooted in this one."

She takes the sandwich and hands the tablet computer over which if he checks the specs on, are a good decade or more ahead of current computers, "It's compatible, don't worry and I don't trust Stark much either, but things can always change."

Allowing Hank a moment to look over the tablet, she smiles, "Since my last time at the Institute, I've learned, just because you think a mess is yours, doesn't mean you can't have help to clean it up. Doesn't mean you don't NEED help to clean it up. Taking everything on by yourself, it's a lonely path."

Beast takes a moment to look through the tablet and while he seems rather interested in it, his mind is fairly set. "That's not something I would like to think about right now…" the future, that is, "Since I believe it is not immutable." So sayeth the scientist. He hands it back and takes the sandwich plate once more, "I'm resolved to that path, Ms. Summers. Better I recognize and embrace it now than wonder and search for the rest of my life in the hopes that maybe something will change. Besides, this way no one will get hurt."

Rachel can't help but shrug as Hank declines the offer of help. She was disappointed, but it wasn't in her nature to push it, especially given the respect she had for him; even if he was a bit younger than she was used to.

"Try to remember Dr. McCoy, you're not no one. "

She tucks the tablet under her arm, "If you get hurt, it's only going to make things worse." A sigh escapes her lips and she turns to the door, "Let me know if you need anything. I'm just a thought away."

Beast did step out of the room to take a little break…"I'm sorry, Ms. Summers. I don't mean to push you away…well, maybe I do in some sort of semi-conscious manner, but you're not alone in that." He looks at the sandwich in his hand, "Thank you for bringing me the food. It's…I should be taking a break about now anyhow." He's trying to backpedal and isn't doing too well at it. "What ideas did you have for the Danger Room?"

Wiccan grins.

There are advantages to being from an alternate universe. There are similarities to the one your currently in. Wiccan finds the entrance to the secret X-men elevator and steps inside. He waves a hand and the door closes and it begins to go down to the sub-levels. With a 'ding', the doors open and Wiccan steps out into the hallway and smiles softly to himself. "It's nice to know they have this here too." He begins to walk down the hallway and comes around the corner to see Rachel and Beast outside the Danger Room. A blink of 'Oh shit', on his face as he smooths his features and gives them an odd wave walking slowly toward them.

Rachel rests against the door-frame, the tablet still under her arm as she looks towards Beast, "I can't fault you for doing things your own way. God knows, I'm guilty of that." She wasn't even sure if any of the X-men who went with her on that unsanctioned mission had ever been forced to give themselves up.

"As for the Danger Room, this isn't the first time it's gotten out of control. Some safety protocols, contrary to it being called a Danger Room would go a very long way to preventing some incidents that could potentially arise. Automated shutdowns, secondary overrides and fully manual ways of powering down the system." She looks at the tablet computer for a moment, holding it in her hands now and types up a few things, "The safety algorithims aren't too hard, the manual stuff requires some real grunt work to setup though."

Rachel rests against the door-frame, the tablet still under her arm as she looks towards Beast, "I can't fault you for doing things your own way. God knows, I'm guilty of that." She wasn't even sure if any of the X-men who went with her on that unsanctioned mission had ever been forced to give themselves up.

"As for the Danger Room, this isn't the first time it's gotten out of control. Some safety protocols, contrary to it being called a Danger Room would go a very long way to preventing some incidents that could potentially arise. Automated shutdowns, secondary overrides and fully manual ways of powering down the system." She looks at the tablet computer for a moment, holding it in her hands now and types up a few things, "The safety algorithims aren't too hard, the manual stuff requires some real grunt work to setup though."

As Wiccan enters the area, Rachel picks up on the presence telepathically before the odd wave which she returns with one of her own, "Hi again Billy. What brings you down here?" She looks between the pair, "Have you met yet?"

"Ms. Summers, there are manual safety overrides as well as automated shutdowns…in this particular case, both were malfunctioning. With the rise of students…and adults using this room for training and the extent of their powers, in order to make it useful, we've had to make adjustments based on skill level and type," Beast starts to explain before the elevator door opens. Golden eyes blink and he moves to set his sandwich plate down on a nearby surface, "Good evening, Wiccan. I see you've been given the Special Tour already." He glances at Rachel when she uses his proper name but then just turns to the sandwich to take a bite.

As he folds his hands behind his back, "No. I just know where the button is to find the elevator. Your sub-levels are the same here as they were in my universe. However, the decor is way different. We had a whole orange and black thing going on…where here it's so much…sleeker." Wiccan looks over at Beast.

As he folds his hands behind his back, "No. I just know where the button is to find the elevator. Your sub-levels are the same here as they were in my universe. However, the decor is way different. We had a whole orange and black thing going on…where here it's so much…sleeker." Wiccan looks over at Beast.

"Yes Hank and I had the pleasure for a moment." He smiles softly, "I assume students are not allowed down here without Senior Staff?"

"Which is why I said, secondary overrides Dr. McCoy and secondary manual power shut downs for redundancy. A system like this, should have at the very least secondary if not tertiary failsafes, just in case of an event like this." Rachel shrugged a little after, it was up to Beast to do the rest. If something like this happened again, she would likely take matters into her own hands; without permission as she had been known to do.

"I'm not sure what the rules are today, they kind of seem to change around here faster than I can keep track of or people are just flat out ignoring them." Rachel grinned at the young man, "Orange and black sounds striking."

Beast just closes his eyes and gives a sigh as he's address by his given name. This is what's going to cause the Institute's downfall…not Wiccan in particular, but the whole identity issue. "You are correct, -Wiccan-, that students are not allowed here without Staff supervision. I wasn't given the status of your residence here."

There's another bite of the sandwich, "What makes you think I didn't try all of the second and tertiary overrides? They didn't work. Unplugging the damn thing didn't work."

As he whinces slightly at the look given by Beast, "Sorry Beast. I am still getting use to things. I have been given residence as a senior student, with the intent to start training to see if I meet the team standards." Wiccan begins to blush slightly, "And policies are clearly something I need to learn for your team." He runs a hand through his hair and asks, "Since I know about your team and the sub-levels. May I stay since your here?"

"Since you're a student, you may also call me 'Dr. McCoy'…" since the other will be in one of his classes, should he stay there. "Policies seem to change by whomever explains them to you. I would suggest asking myself, Mr. Scott Summers, or Ms. Jean Grey about policies…although the latter is currently indisposed." When he asks politely about staying, a nod is given, "Yes, you may. Thank you for asking."

As he nods slowly, "Yes, Dr. McCoy." He looks up at the Danger Room, "Danger Room on the fritz?" He asks with a cocked eyebrow, "I would say I could try and fix it with my magic but I have found tech and magic don't work very well. It should only be used as a last resort." He places a hand on the wall and slowly runs it down the seemless surface. Billy asks, "May I ask what happened?"

Rachel could only imagine, if they had to worry about given names in the bowels of the X-Men's sub-level basement then they were /truly/ screwed anyways. Clearly, she was picking up on the residual thoughts, "I apologize /BEAST/."

Putting the tablet back under her arm, she smiled at Wiccan, "If you want to do some training sometime, let me know. Not in the Danger room for now, anyways."

"I'm not going to lecture the two of you about the use of proper and codenames…but please, when we're outside the institution or being introduced to strangers, use the codenames unless someone tells you otherwise." Even though he did just sort of lecture. He may be younger than Rachel is used to, but he tends to act a bit older than his true age. It's also hard to tell under his beastly visage.

The sandwich is quickly polished off, "We installed some upgrades which…didn't play well with the system. People got hurt. Thank you for your offer to help, but I'll be fine."

As he nods slowly, "Sorry. I never did understand the whole secret idenity thing. I will make an attempt to honor it more." Wiccan tucks a loose strand of hair behind his ear, "Thanks Rachel. I have alot of work to do but it would be nice to get some hands on action in. I have to learn this universe's history, and what the X-men have done here." His mind flashes of his mother destroying his old teammates as he adds, "And learn as much as I can about the people here so I can avoid the mistakes I have witnessed."

Rachel nods to Beast, not really saying much at the moment in response although she's not upset or anything of the sort. A look is given to Wiccan and her eyebrows raise just a little bit, of course for every future prevented; it sounded like a worse one was just bound to take its place.

She knew all too well the cost of changing the past.

"Whatever I can do to help you, I will. Since some folks." She grins over at Beast, "Are waaaay too stubborn to need help."

Beast is with Wiccan and Rachel outside of the very closed and broken Danger Room. He cracks open the water bottle and takes a long swig before he'll answer Wiccan's inquiry, "I don't know if you've noticed, but mutants here aren't exactly loved. Ones like you and Ms. Summers here…you can pass as you have nothing to make you overtly stand out from the crowd upon first glance. Mutants such as I, however, don't have that luxury and we're pretty much the scapegoats for all mutanthood. Therefore, if word gets out that this school is housing…much less training…mutants in secret, we all would be in a great, great deal of trouble. At the very least, the Institute would be shut down and all of the young mutants for whom this is the only home that cares about them would be displaced, and at the worst, we would be rounded up and…well…I'll let your imagination go with that."

He catches Rachel's glance and gives a sigh, "You just don't understand, Ms. Summers."

As he folds his hands behind his back, and cocks an eyebrow, "Mutants were despised where I came from Dr. McCoy. In fact we were skinned and cruified. A woman there used her mutant abilities to remove the X gene from every living mutant on the planet." He sighs, "I may look normal Doctor, but I am far from it. Our X-men defended the planet and tried to save mutants. I would do the same to save any mutant I knew was being hurt because they were mutants." He grins softly, "I would feel sorry for any military or terrorist group that came to this school and attacked it." He nods slowly, "I often thought your color and fur were what made you beautiful." He speaks as if he knew the man, "Sorry. I look at you and see the man I knew not so long ago. I apolgize."

Nate had told Rose about the Danger Room incident, and as much as she wanted to stay far away from anything that produced -that- kind of output, she had to see, wanted to see, and was also concerned for Jean's well being despite the damage done to Nate and the concerns there.

Leaning against the doorway, Rose overhears the discussion at hand, arms remaining folded across her chest and hip out-thrust with feet crossed at the ankles, scale maille that runs along her side and down hips and thighs gleaning its presence beneath the light in contrast to the dark, reinforced leather of body suit. Perched atop the crown of platinum is the mask of black that typically covers half her face and outlines the milky white bionic eye, but typically onl worn for reinforcement as well during times of need. Operatic and Phantomly.

"Sounds like the future holds what the present is moving for. Color me not-surprised." Rose remarks.

No one's getting into the Danger Room right now. It's locked up and Beast is only letting himself in…no one else. He's currently outside of it, speaking with Wiccan. He glances over as Rose makes her comment, "The future isn't set in stone, Ms. Wilson…of that I'm fairly sure. Every little ripple can change something. Also, Wiccan here comes from a different reality than this one so we can hope that our's doesn't get to that point." He does scrutinize the new student for a moment, "I'm sorry that I seem to be disappointing you."

Wiccan smiles softly as he reaches out to pat Hank on the shoulder, "Not at all sir. You are not nearly as wild." He lets out an eep when Rose speaks and drops his hand almost instantly looking in her direction, "For the love of Pete. Near scared the crap out of me." He cocks his head to the side looking the woman up and down. A face he doesn't know before looking back at Hank, "Well listen. I doubt you will get stuck but if he you do. I can always try one of my spells. I should go. If Scott seems me down here before I am allowed. Something tells me I am gonna end up doing 50 laps around the school for it." He gives Hank a smile and his feet lift off the ground. Wiccan claps his hands, "My room. My Room. MY ROOM!" He is gone in a flash of light!

"I knew you couldn't stay away for long from your favorite playground," says Nate, coming from the hallway behind Rose. He actually came to check out Jean, but felt Rose's presence. "Who is…" flash of light? Okay, perfectly normal here. "Ah, McCoy. Still down, uh?"

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