[Forge is tinkering in the Danger Room, a tiny soldering gun sparkling as it emerged from the tip of his mechanical index finger. He has wire cutters held between his teeth, goggles shielding his eyes. He's trying to making last minute upgrades to some of the simulation pathways. Something fizzles and pops, sparking up into his face and he curses softly, throwing the wire cutters aside and flipping up his goggles.]
Fuck!
[His real hand runs through his hair, tugging it in frustration. He had intended to do this last night, but he had come back to the mansion to find his girlfriend, Ali had vanished with Jono and his lab had been ransacked. Well, sort of. Torn between worry, anger and nagging jealousy, the modifications he's making had completely slipped his mind until an hour before the session he was supposed to run with Rogue.]
FOR ROGUE! Second stringers REPRESENT!
Fuck!
[His real hand runs through his hair, tugging it in frustration. He had intended to do this last night, but he had come back to the mansion to find his girlfriend, Ali had vanished with Jono and his lab had been ransacked. Well, sort of. Torn between worry, anger and nagging jealousy, the modifications he's making had completely slipped his mind until an hour before the session he was supposed to run with Rogue.]