[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

[phreak]

Alter's laugh is more of a cackle or a crowing than anything else. It's bright, carefree, and shows that she is genuinely amused.

"Oh, cutie, you don't even know the half, but for now, I'd do with a finger towards the Valhalla?" Should Charles pick up on anything in her head, there might be something that 'sounds' rather a lot like static -- not that she's blocking him out, but legitimately like static or some other industrial, mechanical feedback.

[cerebral]

When he does notice the static, he thinks to himself that it's not completely unlike Remy's mind, and doesn't bother to push any further for fear of giving himself a headache (which he had been warned against).

In any case, Alter's choice of destination lifts the frown from his face. "Ah, are you one of the newly arrived?" He almost says press-ganged, but leaves it out. It doesn't help to remind people of their current predicament. "Actually, I'm headed in that general direction myself. It's this way." And indeed, he points in the direction he was headed.

[phreak]

"Are you now?" Alter leans back and looks Charles over for a moment. "You strapping young thing, are willing to sherpa something for me? I will totes buy you a fine and sweet cuppa whatever if you're willing to help with a box?"

[cerebral]

"You took the offer out of my mouth," he says with a smile, and shifts his satchel onto his shoulder by the longer strap. He motions with open arms for her to lay the box on him. "Charles, by the way. Although I can't say I mind strapping as an alternative."

[phreak]

The box isn't heavy, so much as it's an unwieldy but necessary way to carry her supplies. Unless he's already made himself familiar with the ubiquitous solar paneling in the city, Charles probably won't recognize all the bits and pieces she's gathered up.

"Good to meetcha, Charles. I'm Alter."

[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?"

[phreak]

"Lay on, MacDuff." And off they go! It is a wild and exciting day to explore Baedal or at the very least, it's a nice walk. "And, yeah, busy is one word for it. I am seriously low on juice, so panels it is, until I can get my own place and really rig it out. Maybe a turbine, if I'm lucky."

[cerebral]

"There must be some fantastic sources of alternative energy in this city --actually, I should get in the habit of correcting myself. They're not alternative any more." One of many things to get used to. "What do you need it all for?"

[phreak]

"Mostly wind and solar, but there's some others, like etherwaves, that I want to look into. And, yeah, I run my own server -- like a giant tower of computer -- so it needs some juice." As far as she can tell, etherwaves are like wind power based on magical flow or leylines.

[cerebral]

"And you've set all of this up while being here...how long?" Building a computer from scratch when you come from the early sixties is a very impressive feat, never mind the technological advancements that are present in the city. Colour him impressed! Although his astonishment is quite clearly indicated with, "My word."

[phreak]

"Not long, but I came in with my baby -- my sweet, sweet darling lil' server." Whosa good computer? Whosa? You are, yes you! "So, like, I could've thrown together a mucky pup of a box by now -- and like, if mine didn't come, I'd've had to, hard core -- but, like, I didn't have to, so I didn't."