[OPEN]

[cerebral]

Who: Charles Xavier & you.
What: Open post. Feel free to throw your characters at him.
Where: Mog Hill & Mafaton or somewhere in the central area of the city that your character is likely to bump into him.
When: Veerdi afternoon and evening.
Notes: None.
Warnings:  None.

With no afternoon appointments and no one needing his immediate help at the Glory Shada (he is a counselor, after all, and they tend to keep more regular hours), Charles decides to slip away from work early in order to window shop around the city. It's mostly to look at furniture and other essential household items, although bookshops and strange trinkets inevitably end up catching his eye. Every so often he can be seen in shops, snapping pictures on his CiD, enquiring after prices and how long someone will be able to keep a reservation. Occasionally he'll wander into a cafe for coffee or tea on the go, more to warm up on a chilly Ruundary than anything else.

While walking, he lets his mind idle around, picking up and sifting through passing thoughts as he goes. Despite some friendly warnings to be cautious and his own recent encounters with the unforeseen forces of Baedal, he really can't help himself at times.

Comments

[cerebral]

Charles casts an eye to the other room and, yes, those 'gentlemen' are not thinking the most polite thoughts right now. Lovely.

He turns back to Erik with a decisive little nod. "Let's."

[supersonic]

Uh-huh. But, not having any actual reason to suspect otherwise, he decides to accept that response. "The same thing I do anywhere else," implying that the location is the variable, yes, not whether or not he's bored (he's always bored); "Endeavor to alleviate it."

Which he could do by engaging in conversation with another person, admittedly. He gives an almost imperceptibly brief glance ahead to the rest of the line, then back to Charles, as if weighing his options.

[cerebral]

"It's strange for me, too. We're only just beginning to assemble ourselves in my world." Not that he's meaning to one-up anyone. "A couple of months ago, the only mutants I knew were my sister and I. Now I'm meeting my friend's grandchildren and working with xenians on a daily basis."

[cerebral]

"Hm. Personal interest, or...?" Quick Kate, his nerdery is distracting him. Take this opportunity to divert the subject and run.

[cerebral]

Charles only vaguely knows what solar panels are (for now), not the ins and outs of how they work. The supplies get a cursory glance. "Looks like you're keeping yourself busy," before looking back up with a, "shall we?"

[andyoullmissit]

She looks at him a bit more closely. "What year did you come from, if you don't mind me asking?"

It honestly hadn't occurred to her that he (and Erik) could be her versions. But she supposes it's possible, at this young.

[joiedeviolet]

And run she will. "Personal interest. We were doing Italy in school before I left home."

This is not a lie. They were touching on Italy in World History, but granted that Kate hasn't seen a school in a couple years now, it's doubtfult she remembered actually having an interest.

>__>

[cerebral]

When Charles takes a fleeting look into Will's mind, the possible significance of that last sentence is amplified. "Yes. We're good friends." And that's all (except— )

Which also leads to, "Pardon the non-sequitor, but what sort of world do you come from?" Because Will's mind is like something out a science-fiction novel, and that's neat. "I'll understand if you don't want to talk about it, and it's only friendly curiosity on my part. Only I can't help but keep wondering why we were all brought here." Yes, that's his reasoning and he's sticking to it.

Re: >__>

[charismatic]

Will's eyebrows go up, because that's the most direct way he's been asked, so far, but he doesn't mind, no. “I seem to be from further in the future than most people from Earth,” he says. “I'm not Terran, though. Well, I'm human -” depending on who's being asked, maybe, but those lurking suspicions don't matter, here, “- but I'm from space. Orbital space.” His abilities aren't particularly unique or powerful here, so far as he can tell, and he's seen plenty of people who seem more dangerous than he does just walking down the street. All he can do is predict what someone who wants to harm him is going to do a few seconds ahead of time. “What did you want to know?”

[cerebral]

Charles smiles; it's something he hopes will eventually apply to his own world. Although recent interaction with people from future timelines has cast a small shadow of doubt over whether that dream will ever be a reality.

"I think the circumstances in this city leave people wanting to create a more secure sense of community. After all, there are only about one million people or so and an infinite amount of species that could be brought here." Although humans still seem to be the majority, which is curious.

:D!

[cerebral]

Now that's a strange idea to Charles. Because although velcro was being manufactured by the 1960's, it wasn't widely used in clothing or shoe-ware. He chalks it up to a difference in time or culture, although it doesn't stop him from remarking:

"I can't say it ever has been where I'm from." And he finishes tying and stands up, trying not to give Shawn a too-obvious questioning look. You are a strange but intriguing fellow, sir.

[cerebral]

"1962. I'm twenty-seven-years-old, if that helps." If he sounds slightly unsure, it's only because he's not completely sure whether or not he wants details of the future.

[cerebral]

"Oh." And Charles actually sounds a little impressed, and dare we say it, pleased that someone would be so attentive towards their studies in spite of being abducted to a creepy magical city.

"I can't say it's my personal area of interest, although I do know a certain amount about key figures during the Renaissance." Although Charles' 'certain amount' is actually sort of a lot, go figure.

[joiedeviolet]

Don't get too pleased, Chuck. It's still a front.

"Oh, yeah, that's pretty cool," Kate replies, hesitant he's actually going to test her on these things. The book is shoved away even harder now. "I wouldn't expect anything less from you."

[cerebral]

"That's incredible." And indeed, Charles looks impressed. But for clarification, he adds, "Last year —that's 1961 AD. for me— the President of the United States announced that we should try and reach the moon before the end of the decade."

So the idea of people actually living in space is a significantly large leap, as demonstrated by his broad smile. "Oh, that's plenty enough unless you care to tell me more. But as far as I can gather, a great many of us seem to be taken from Earth, or some variation of it. Which is...interesting. Worth noting, at any rate."

[andyoullmissit]

She does some quick math, but it doesn't really help; she's already been told timelines don't align perfectly. She nods, though, and says, "I never knew the version of you in my world, but you're sort of famous. That's why I... I heard a lot about you, my whole life, so it's sort of weird meeting you. I mean, good, but really weird."

In 1962, in her world, he'd still be alive, but she's not sure whether he'd have been 27. She supposes it doesn't matter.

[controlledvariable]

"It'd be hard to have any ongoing, open hostility, it'd turn the city into a war zone," which is probably not quite what Charles meant, but Steph is thinking of how Gotham turned during No Man's Land, and then during the gang war that tore the city apart (a thought usually accompanied by a wave of guilt).

"It might help that everyone has another enemy to focus on." The militia, and while everyone may not actually consider them the bad guys, they're still enough of a threat to everyone that they kind of count as a shared enemy.

[charismatic]

“That is interesting,” Will says, because he hadn't really considered that yet. He hasn't directly met anyone not from some version of Earth yet, or at least not anyone who's cared to tell him so, but he's probably seen some, he's guessing. “I'm not sure how far ahead I am,” he adds after a moment. “There was a big reorganization and the calendar system changed so where I'm from the year is 493.”

[magnetic]

Down those few front steps they shall go, then—there's a porch out front, you see—the whole thing is so bloody charming it'll make you sick—and off down the street at a leisurely pace. Yes, Erik keeps in mind that his legs are about a hundred miles longer than his friend's are. No, it does not bother him in the least. He's happy to have a break from those two, frankly.

"I thought I'd take the main floor bedroom." Because of its strategic position, no doubt, and the fact that it is not so enclosed as that wizard's-tower type thing the second bedroom has going on.

[cerebral]

"I was hoping you'd say that." After all, the space is bigger and Charles is going to need a desk to work at. But mostly because it's one of those previously mentioned charming features that he's already beginning to really like about the place.

In fact, he feels remakably content about the entire thing. Which leads to a friendly nudge with his elbow as they walk along. "Good call."

[magnetic]

The bump of Charles's arm inspires a glance first, and only afterward a smile, directed forward, his gaze lowered momentarily to the ground several paces ahead. It's a nominal show of modesty that few can inspire.

He is certainly not about to dwell on the feeling, so he moves on to teasing instead: "So, exactly how much shopping did you do today?"

[cerebral]

"Only window shopping." His voice rises mildly in a sort of 'hush, you' protest. Not that he minds being teased (far from it, but speaking of not dwelling—).

"I ended up chatting to a number of people along the way." And 'casually' instigating such chats, but nevermind that small detail. "This city certainly attracts an interesting bunch. Although I couldn't help but notice that a lot of us come from Earth, or a variant of Earth."

[cerebral]

"I think this city has produced a police state for a reason." In other words, he agrees with both points. Everything about Baedal is a carefully manufactured cage.

That wave of guilt doesn't slip by him, and he asks (mildly) "Would you mind telling me a little bit about your world? I'd be willing to do likewise, or if it makes you uncomfortable, we can skip the subject entirely." He looks thoughtfully at his cup for a moment, before further explaining, "I spoke to an interesting man on my first day here, although I haven't seen him about since. He was a mathematician who dealt with probability theory. Ever since then, I can't help but wonder if there's some sort of rhyme or reason behind why we're chosen to be brought here. I'm not willing to believe it's some sort of cosmological accident."

[cerebral]

His eyebrows raise in surprise. Famous. Or sort of, at any rate. Either way, it's —well, it's a slight ego boost, but it's also somewhat bewildering.

"I can only hope it's the good kind of fame. Then again, there was a teenage girl here who said they mentioned me at her school. It would explain a lot." Like how people seem to know him and the way they react to his presence.

[controlledvariable]

"I think you're right." She doesn't say anything more than that on the subject, but listens to Charles' question and explanation.

"I don't mind, it's one of the things I like to ask people and I've been wondering the same," About if there's a reason they're here. She takes a sip of her coffee as she decides what to say, not because she's trying to hide anything, it's just hard to pick what's relevant, "My world is pretty normal, just... Earth, from the early 21st Century, but we've got superheroes. That seems to be the big difference; other people I've talked to only know of superheroes 'cause of comic books, if they know of them at all."

She can't decide whether she feels sorry for the worlds without superheroes or if she should be jealous. On one hand, there are probably a lot less messes to deal with but... she can't imagine living in a world without Superman.