[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]

The image of an incredibly large snake devouring another, much smaller snake was not something Charles was prepared for; a cautionary tale for any telepath in Mafaton. From behind Jay, there is a small noise and, if he turns around, he'll see a smartly dressed gent wincing and blinking several times for a minute.

Not that he's judgmental --perhaps there are things Charles eats that Jay would find unsavoury.

[studious_snake]

Jay quickly turned to see what the problem was, but when he looked, it seemed like the man was wincing over nothing. He glanced around quickly to see if there was something the man had seen that he'd missed, but he certainly didn't see anything that would have elicited such a reaction. It didn't occur to him that he could have done anything to cause it, of course, because he'd just been looking in a pet store window, and as far as he was aware he hadn't done anything to indicate that he was thinking of eating animals that may or may not be sold in such a place.

"What?"

The fastest way to figure out what was the matter, after all, was to ask.

[cerebral]

"Oh, um --sorry, no." And Charles puts out a hand to the other man, as if to assure him not to worry. "Just a stomach ache. A bad one."

He looks over with a troubled little smile. "The problem with working at a hospital is you're constantly around sick people." At least his ability to lie convincingly remains intact.

[studious_snake]

"Oh. Okay." He paused for a moment, then added, "You should probably rest or something so you don't spread whatever you have."

Because he didn't particularly want a bad stomach ache himself. Of course, he wasn't entirely sure how well diseases spread from human to naga, but he didn't really want to test it, either.