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Location: Kitchen > > > Movie Room
Mentions: @CaptainObvious ; Penny. @Gands ; Jaime
Interacted: @Angelic Fusion ; Octavia. @Cosmic Penguin ; Tiffany.
Once inside the mansion, it took only a few moments for Ansell to breathe through the adrenaline in his blood and put himself in the right direction. As he walked along familiar halls, Ansell's mind was still back on the field. It was like him to overthink, especially when things were well and truly out of his hands, but that certainly hadn't stopped him before. It was just -Mentions: @CaptainObvious ; Penny. @Gands ; Jaime
Interacted: @Angelic Fusion ; Octavia. @Cosmic Penguin ; Tiffany.
Had Jaime actually been on the warpath, how could he stop him? How could he prevent Jaime from hurting people? His touch often made more problems than it solved, and he wasn't anything like - like her, like Penny. She could end a fight before it began, and it was a small wonder that she'd defused the tension so easily. Then again, what else was expected from the infamous Tripswitch?
Finding the kitchen, and a few cabinets missing a few of his favorite snacks, Ansell made due on his refreshment with the fruit that was left out. Resting his elbow on the sink counter, Ansell dug into his bowl of various slices, kiwi and strawberries picked up by his fork. His gaze fell on the muted TV in the corner of the kitchen, the local news left on but ignored. Ansell wondered if that was some kind of weird irony.
It wasn't hard to guess what was being reported; the headlines said it all, yet another mutant scare being cooked up. "Mutants Tracked To Inner City" didn't make Ansell feel anything but sympathy for the poor mutants being hounded by the authorities. With all the pressure from the fear, it was headlines like that one that made him stay on campus.
Now that he thought about it, things might've gotten worse for the field members. Recent X-Men, newly appointed and eager to get out, Ansell hoped things were going alright with them.
Thought of the field students popping into his head, Ansell found the remote to the TV on the counter, flipping through the channels until he landed on the special one. The channel that was less of a broadcast and more of a live feed to the real training grounds: The Danger Room.
"Ah, man, just in time, too!" Ansell cheered quietly, taking a bite of a chunk of mango. The Danger Room hadn't been fired up just yet, but the makings of the simulated battleground could be seen over the feed. Gathering his bowl, Ansell turned off the set before making a beeline to the door. Danger Room sessions were serious business, but the students in there were arguably the best of the newcomers, and seeing what they could do was always a thrill to watch.
Hurrying around the corner, Ansell ducked into the movie room, hand over his bowl to keep it from spilling. Dash slowing into a stuttering halt, Ansell's mouth dropped at the sight of not the Danger Room feed, but - movies. Shoulders slumping, Ansell sighed to himself, noticing the head of red hair from before. "Oh," he mumbled, speaking to himself. "There you are." The other, he wasn't sure of. Identifying students by hair wasn't a power of his.
Eyes locking onto the passed bags of gummy worms and chips, Ansell wore a frown. "Geez, is Syfy having another Sharknado marathon?" Ansell gestured to the small hoard Octavia and her company had gathered. "Not exactly the healthiest breakfast in mind, huh?"