(ooc: timeline wise I'd say it be at least four days since you got fixed up by jean if that helps any LOL and after they met during scotts late night munchies XD)
Scott needed to work out his frustrations and deal with something he couldn't make an error on...his winged best friends. Better known as planes. He headed to the Hanger Bay. A pilot's best friend and added appendage would always be the planes they flew. He hadn't been in a plane in quite some time. He wanted to do maintance check on the blackwings and other planes in the hanger bay. Along with check on his baby...the first plane he ever flew as an X-men. Planes were a woman who he couldn't mismanuever or make an error with.
He wanted to at the very least patch up his friendship with Jean Grey but wasn't sure where to start. Finding a plane just outside either of the designated areas he recognized it as one of the prototypes he had worked on when he first joined the X-men. The planes were his babies...shaking his head as the thought almost jumped to the arguement with Jean again. Whistling a bit as he touched his shades to push them fully up so they didn't fall any. Not that he needed to do that. It was more a habitual action. "Man...the memories that come from seeing this. I'll check its systems first before heading inside the hanger bay." He said outloud to himself with a serious yet relaxing tone.
He had a pilot's mechnaic belt with tools and another with specialized pilot scanning equipments, crisscrossing each other, around his waistband. Over the jeans he wore and the t-shirt. No jacket as he was likely going to work up a sweat. There was spares inside the hanger bay he got a chill. Least there was unless someone took them out. Running his hand over the metal of the prototype before popping its hatch and leaning in.
Scott needed to work out his frustrations and deal with something he couldn't make an error on...his winged best friends. Better known as planes. He headed to the Hanger Bay. A pilot's best friend and added appendage would always be the planes they flew. He hadn't been in a plane in quite some time. He wanted to do maintance check on the blackwings and other planes in the hanger bay. Along with check on his baby...the first plane he ever flew as an X-men. Planes were a woman who he couldn't mismanuever or make an error with.
He wanted to at the very least patch up his friendship with Jean Grey but wasn't sure where to start. Finding a plane just outside either of the designated areas he recognized it as one of the prototypes he had worked on when he first joined the X-men. The planes were his babies...shaking his head as the thought almost jumped to the arguement with Jean again. Whistling a bit as he touched his shades to push them fully up so they didn't fall any. Not that he needed to do that. It was more a habitual action. "Man...the memories that come from seeing this. I'll check its systems first before heading inside the hanger bay." He said outloud to himself with a serious yet relaxing tone.
He had a pilot's mechnaic belt with tools and another with specialized pilot scanning equipments, crisscrossing each other, around his waistband. Over the jeans he wore and the t-shirt. No jacket as he was likely going to work up a sweat. There was spares inside the hanger bay he got a chill. Least there was unless someone took them out. Running his hand over the metal of the prototype before popping its hatch and leaning in.