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[Scorpius has always been something of a light sleeper, but the Barge has lulled him into the belief that actual, direct homicide is a rare thing. He has no true enemies, but still he keeps his door locked, out of habit and a want for privacy.

The room is black with red fringe; the usual, for Peacekeeper command. It's sparsely decorated, with a bed, a desk, a few minor science projects brought from the lab stacked neatly on top. The only spot of real color comes from a flower in a vase. And on the bed, Scorpius sleeps.

All the while underneath him, the room starts getting progressively hotter.

Scorpius was never someone who dealt well with heat: hence the reason for the leather suit, keeping him cool at all times. But there's no chance it has against real, actual fire so close. And it's already well underway by the time he wakes up with a startled, dry rasp, already in the throes of heat delirium.

The room, by now, is unbearably hot and he can't think straight, for want of a clearer mind. When heated, he loses memory and motor function: thus, it's little surprise that when he struggles to make it out of his bed he ends up sprawled over the floor.

Death was not ever something he wanted to face twice, and bound and determined as he is, Scorpius begins crawling his way to the door. He can't stand up; he keeps forgetting which direction the door is; everything becomes a distraction.

He almost makes it.

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[lastincident]

[ Bruce is conversant with all of the medical issues of everyone's who has come through the barge. Or, at least, he tries to be. IT's a lot to remember, but he's a very smart man that way. ]

[ When the heat wakes up, he realizes there's a problem. Fire, somewhere, nearby. It sets his heart to racing -- but he does not lose control. Not yet. Think, Bruce, think! Fire below. Alright. Who is in immediate danger, since you aren't? ]

[ ... who lives next door and has extreme problems with heat? ]

[ He's already growing as he barrels through this door, bangs on Scorpius's. ]

Scorpius! Are you awake?

[ When he doesn't hear an answer, he doesn't wait. Thick green fingers pry into the door, and pull it right off it's hinges with the shriek of metal and a funny, tinny pop. The Hulk pokes his head in -- the heat is worse here, but he doesn't really... care. It no longer bothers him. ]

[ Probably can't say the same for Scorpius. ]