Ignacio Ramírez

Was there any end to chaos? Maybe everyone was right, and he should look into going back to school and finding himself some career that society considered a, well, career. Except he honestly enjoyed his work, his team. Even if there was always something new going wrong, new emergencies in the middle of the night (or worse, the middle of the day in the middle of summer). He had long since lost count of the number of times he'd woken up in Doc Prof's care, but since there didn't seem to be a way around that aspect of his power, and it was part of what kept him from needed Doc Prof's medical skills, well... there were worse things.

Like someone messing with the air conditioning again; the whole residential wing was acting up, probably thanks to some enterprising and heat-loving student. It was too hot to go outside - at least for Aiden - all overcast and muggy and completely oppressive. Which did excuse him from non-critical mission calls, since he'd be about as helpful as a wet paper bag, but... he still had to deal with it.

At least the air conditioning seemed to be in working order in the living room. The trainee paused with just his head inside, grudgingly dressed in shorts (and an old, super faded t-shirt; he'd seen it at a thrift store while trying to rebuild his closet and couldn't help but laugh at the ghostly shadow of Cafas' dramatic, actorly face), and then plodded in. Weekend in summer, so most people who could were out doing social stuff. Which was great for them. Especially if they didn't drag him into it.

Aiden tugged a set of curtains closed enough to shade an empty couch, and then dropped into it with the inverse grace of a sack of potatoes. It was somewhat intentional; it got a local chill going, if briefly, and dusted the couch with traces of snow. Both good things when cold was the ideal. Or at least the not-threatening.

After staking the bowl of chocolates from Juliette's office, Ignacio Ramírez decided to go sit and watch some tv in the living room. Earlier that day he spend the day at the pool and played some water polo with a group of his friends. Now it was time for him to chill and watch something interesting.

Walking into the living room, the first thing he noticed was how cold it was. Ignacio didn't like that at all. To fix that problem, the seventeen year old went over to the closed curtains and opened them again, "aye, muy bien," he then turned to look at the guy that was sitting on one of the couches, "oh, hello." He gave him a wave and sat down on the couch beside him.

"I'm Ignacio, but I go by Iggy."

Ah, finally. It was still warm enough for him to feel it, of course, but the only ways he'd found to actually stop feeling warm during the summer were to put himself in a freezer or spar with Sam. Sparring with Sam tended to require talking to Sam, unfortunately, and there were currently too many freezies for there to be freezer space for an Aiden.

Except there was suddenly serious heat pooling across his face and closed eyes, and absolutely blinding sunlight when he opened them - ow ow that was going to be a right-sided headache if he wasn't careful - and something about someone sitting beside him?

Somewhere in the mess, Aiden staggered off the couch and out of the light, relying on instinct to keep his balance and kicking up some fresh currently-sun-resistant snowflakes. "Um, hi." Aiden blinked and squinted, trying to get his eyes to figure out how much light they were letting in. "Er, did you - er, the curtains." And after all his effort to only shade the one couch so he wouldn't bother other people. Summer was just a continual length of gross.

"Yep! I needed a bit of Sun to shine in." Ignacio chuckled and leaned back against the cushion behind him. With a chuckle, he decided to turn on the TV to see what was playing. The seventeen-year-old sighed peacefully and clicked through the channels until he came across a game of soccer.

"Oh! This looks fun! Do you like soccer?" Ignacio asked as he turned to look at the man that was sitting beside him. He had never seen him before so this is was definitely a someone new Iggy could get to know.

Sun. Of course. Aiden totally understood that some people were critically dependent on sun and heat. Like firebirds. He just wasn't one. He was the opposite, and now he was apparently sitting on the floor where the sun wasn't shining, because it was still somehow a better idea (and less blatantly sulky) than leaving. "I guess this is your season, then." His own never seemed to last long enough. It also now carried the risk of being stranded until the snow melted...

Fun? Aiden glanced at the TV at the same time the newcomer named the sport. Actually, hadn't sun-guy given his name? Felt like a Molotov-happy lizard. Iggy.

And now he was thinking about molotovs (personal experience; fire and snow weren't a good mix, and while he would show up if called again, he really wasn't fond of riots at this point) and soccer (old history that still stung when he thought it had faded past pain). He tilted his head back against the couch and closed his eyes. "S'fine." Barely a mutter, but he got the sounds out, if not all of them.

He still hadn't brought himself to playing, not in all the time he'd been here. But it had always been his brother's favourite, and it was a team sport. And didn't have a purpose like the X-Men.

And also it was usually outside in the heat.

And he hadn't played in years. One of the teams on TV was pretty good, though.

Ignacio looked over at the other guy with a slight frown. "Do you not want to watch this? I can change the channel if you want me too!" Iggy, without waiting for an answer, changed the channel from the soccer game. He continued flipping until he landed on a tv show that he knew all too well. It was the same series where he was a prominent extra in.

With a large smile on his face, he sat back and paid attention to the show. Hopefully, the guy would enjoy this, too.

Despite himself, and the dull discomfort that was in no way new, Aiden found his eyes tracking the ball's movements as the players worked it up field despite their opponents' efforts. And then came the offer to change it.

"What? No, you don't have to-" But he was too late, weighed down by his own issues with everything social. "Oh..."

This show was popular, wasn't it? It sort of felt like there was internet stuff about it, and he'd run into that internet stuff a bit. Memes. Memes about the show. What little tv-watching habit he'd had before had never come back after his stint in Alaska. Probably had more to do with ranch work without cable than being part of a glacier, though.

He glanced at Iggy, and then again a bit later. Was he comfortable sitting here and doing nothing? And not talking? It felt like there should be talking, but Aiden was really really really not a talker. So it was extra weird. And no, Aiden didn't want to talk. It just felt like the sort of silence that expected to be broken by talking. Or something.

Ignacio repositioned himself so that he was sitting crisscross on the couch. He dug around in his khaki shorts for a piece of chocolate candy but found none. At that, Ignacio frowned. Where in the heck did his chocolate go?! With a pout, he turned his attention back to the television. He smiled and scratched underneath his chin when he saw himself on the screen. Iggy looked over at Aiden and then back at the tv. Would he notice? God, he hoped so.

"Have you seen this show before?

TV show stuff. Implied plot development. Character drama. Marketability. Fanser - anyway. It was a TV show doing TV show things. Aiden could both see why people talked about it on the internet and why he hadn't gotten around to watching it yet.

"I've heard of it, but not seen it." That didn't quite explain the vague familiarity of some people, but it was probably just from the internet. It wasn't like Aiden was great at recognizing people anyway. That involved interacting with them in some form. "I've never watched a lot of TV, and, well, what I did watch I lost track of."

Why did he say that? Now he had to keep going; leaving that sort of half explanation was rude and just going to lead to more questions anyway. "It's kind of old news in mansion rumour terms, but I kind of... got stuck in Alaska for a while." As part of a glacier. It was super dry.

Actually, did this guy even realize that Aiden was an X, if only/still a trainee? He'd been one for a while. A long while. His skills weren't bad, sure, but between social confidence and reliably not getting stuck as snow he was nowhere near ready to try to go up the next step.

"Ah, well, TV isn't for everyone, I understand that." Iggy shrugged his shoulders with a smile on his face. He knew that some people preferred to read or do other things than to sit and watch TV. Hell, Iggy didn't either. He just did it when he had the down time to do so.

Iggy turned his attention to the guy sitting beside him, "Oh? What did you do in Alaska? Vacation?" Iggy hadn't known of Frosty's time away from the Mansion so this was going to be very interesting.

"You still haven't told me your name, amigo."

It was unclear whether Aiden should appreciate the easy agreement or be suspicious of it. He wasn't suspicious by nature, but simply accepting it was also...

Gah. Why were people hard?

...especially people who went and asked questions he liked avoiding, but should have seen coming (and kind of did?), while he was still kind of thinking about the last thing. Warring anxiety was annoying. "No, although it was a lot less hot, which was good." Until he got stuck to the glacier. "It was a joint training mission with the west coast team."

...he hadn't? And apparently sun g- er, Iggy - hadn't recognized him. That did sometimes happen when the eternal trainee was neither outgoing nor cool, except in a literal temperature sense. "Oh, sorry. I'm Aiden. Aiden Killian."

Iggy raised an eyebrow. So he didn't like the heat? That was understandable, maybe Aiden was someone who grew up in the north. Ignacio will probably ask him later. "Training mission? You mean as an X-Men Trainee?" Juliette had talked to him about that last week and ever since the Colombian has been looking into it more and more. "I think I want to be a trainee! Tell me how it is!" Iggy bounced up and down in his seat happily.

Though, he quickly calmed down so that he didn't scare the guy away, "lo siento. I like your eyes by the way."

And there was the recognition. And excitement, apparently. And more questions. "Yeah. I've been with the team for a while now." He tried to avoid sighing at the sheer amount of social energy, but it wasn't like he really had the energy to fight anything right now, much less start one by being rude. Too hot. "It's a lot of work. And you will get hurt. And you will have to do things you would really rather not." Like unbury corpses days after terrorist explosions, trapped between summer sun and that particular smell.

What? Eyes-

Oh. Aiden's vaguely confused glance was incredibly short lived, and then he was looking away so that Iggy would at most be able to see his profile, and just his dark eye. It was instinctive, automatic, even though he wanted to kick himself for still being... not bothered, exactly. He'd come to terms with being a mutant years ago.

But his eyes in particular drew attention, and attention definitely bothered him. And was a lot harder to deal with. What was he supposed to do with it? Before it, under it, however it was phrased. It was -

It was harder on his nerves than a potentially fatal mission. Not that he'd rather die - again, he'd come to terms with enough - but dying on the job was less stressful -

Had Iggy at least stopped looking at him yet? Did he dare peek? His peripheral vision wasn't good enough to tell.

The more Aiden started to explain how dangerous being an X-Men Trainee was, the more interested he became with becoming one. This would be a perfect opportunity for him to let loose some of his pent up self-loathing and channeling it into something useful -- like Juliette suggested. With a grin, Ignacio responded to Aiden, "that sounds like loads of fun," he smirked a bit. Of course, now he would be fully interested in being an X-Men Trainee.

"Do you get any cool suits with being a Trainee?" Ignacio asked. He wanted to lean in so badly but decided that it would be best if he kept his distance. Aiden seemed like the type of person that liked having his personal space.

Ignacio had in fact not stop staring at Aiden, "I have cute eyes, too. I think they're referred to as 'kaleidoscope', but I'm not sure. There was a lot about Ignacio that he didn't know about himself. Hopefully, with being an X-Men Trainee, he'll be able to discover things about himself that he hadn't known before.

Fun. Yes, it was fun overall, but the parts he was talking about were very pointedly not fun. That was why he brought them up. And sure, new, enthusiastic members would be good for the team... but reckless idiots who didn't take it sufficiently seriously were a huge headache for everyone else involved. At least Iggy probably wasn't an alcoholic or actively looking to get himself killed. Might be better to start out that way, though, than to ooze into it after people started caring about him.

On the other hand... vanity. Aiden sighed. "Yes, trainees get uniforms. They're eventually tailored to your abilities and needs. Mine has cold-tolerant electronics." Be kind of useless otherwise, wearing out wiring every few missions. Fortunately, though, he didn't generate nearly as much cold as Sam did. Or reportedly did; Aiden couldn't actually feel cold, so... Yeah. "They all look pretty similar from the outside, though. Kind of the point of a uniform."

Nope nope he hadn't stopped looking. Tch. Aiden tried to ignore it, but his skin was starting to crawl, all up and down the back of his neck and arms. Which had the unfortunate side effect of goosebumps, which were supposed to combat cold, except he was borderline over-warm already and cold was never his issue. He could at least resist the urge to fidget, though. Fidgeting was rude.

And breathe as gently and evenly as he could. "Er, that's cool. At least they match."