[ There's nothing quite like being pulled through reality's belly-button and waking up without your sight apparatus at hand. When Scott gets up and distinctly doesn't open his eyes, he can tell that he's not where he's supposed to be, as much from the lack of his glasses as, well-
The room smells wrong. He'd learned a few tricks during that few days when he hadn't been able to see, and he falls back into that now as he tries to get his bearings. The place doesn't smell right, the bed feels different, his clothes feel different, and there's something that makes his muscles tense up about it all, something he can't quite remember but can't quite forget. It has him waiting until he feels a little less shakey before he alerts the attendant to the fact that he's awake and he'd say he's pretty calm about when he hears what happened. ]
Can I get my glasses back?
[ Of course, once he HAS his glasses back, well, that's going to be a whole nother ball game. A ball game full of getting the fuck out of here and getting a look himself at this 'new world' he's been brought to. For now, though, he'll try and see if anyone else is in the room here with him... ]
escoria
[ He shouldn't go off on his own. He knows that, theoretically, but he can't help that he wants to, that he needs to, for reasons that he can't quite explain to people. Once he's found a spot where he's pretty sure that he has to himself, he carefully peels the glasses off of his face and braces himself. Braces himself for the fact that maybe, just maybe-
When the world comes into view again, this time with deep greens and blues, he actually drops back against the nearest firm surface to help his wobbly knees. He wants to rub his eyes, feels honestly dizzy from... everything, but he won't block the view for anything.
Color. It's been so goddamn long since he's seen color. And he really really wants to see... well, he wants to see Jean or someone, anyone, but he can't chance that. What if the effect wears off mid-view? Who knows if this is going to last. It's way too dangerous. But for right now, this is... this is cool. This is really cool. He knows he should probably get back, knows how dangerous and stupid this is, but, he can't quite make himself leave yet. ]
Scott Summers | X-Men Apocalypse
The room smells wrong. He'd learned a few tricks during that few days when he hadn't been able to see, and he falls back into that now as he tries to get his bearings. The place doesn't smell right, the bed feels different, his clothes feel different, and there's something that makes his muscles tense up about it all, something he can't quite remember but can't quite forget. It has him waiting until he feels a little less shakey before he alerts the attendant to the fact that he's awake and he'd say he's pretty calm about when he hears what happened. ]
Can I get my glasses back?
[ Of course, once he HAS his glasses back, well, that's going to be a whole nother ball game. A ball game full of getting the fuck out of here and getting a look himself at this 'new world' he's been brought to. For now, though, he'll try and see if anyone else is in the room here with him... ]
When the world comes into view again, this time with deep greens and blues, he actually drops back against the nearest firm surface to help his wobbly knees. He wants to rub his eyes, feels honestly dizzy from... everything, but he won't block the view for anything.
Color. It's been so goddamn long since he's seen color. And he really really wants to see... well, he wants to see Jean or someone, anyone, but he can't chance that. What if the effect wears off mid-view? Who knows if this is going to last. It's way too dangerous. But for right now, this is... this is cool. This is really cool. He knows he should probably get back, knows how dangerous and stupid this is, but, he can't quite make himself leave yet. ]