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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.

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Shawn recognizes the matching song right away. He perks up, both physically and mentally - the physical part an awkward pause in the middle of licking his fingers, the mental one a mixture of surprise and explanations - coincidence, statistical probability, that magic place where you suddenly know what your random iPod will play next.

He glances over at Charles and there it is again, a sudden rush of information that he seems to get off him, as if he's scanning his person for it.

Not only is Charles dressed like a young professional and carrying a smart satchel, there are some minor ink smudges on his fingertips from use of a fountain pen. His bag is weighed down, with the obvious shape of a novel pressing against the leather. There's a small drip stain on the collar of his white shirt --not dark enough to be coffee, so quite clearly tea-- and he smells of an old fashioned aftershave with sandalwood notes, something that men in, say, the sixties would wear rather than something modern and with a fashion designer's name attached to it. He's also forgotten to take off his hospital name tag, which, with the marked state of his hands, indicates his profession isn't medical, but probably isn't clerical.

And if Shawn is picking up on these details, and more, it is very strange to hear them over the hustle and bustle of the people passing by. Charles stops. Good God, this is exactly the kind of slip-ups he ends up warning Raven about, and he silently curses himself.

Of course, to make it seem as though there is a tangible reason behind his mid-walk pause, he stops and crouches down to untie and retie a shoelace, as if it were coming undone.

He is. They're noted, sorted, regarded intently. And it throws another concept into the mix, binding them all together.

Curiosity.

Shawn swallows down the rest of his sandwich and idly strolls over, shoving his hands in his pockets. "Painful, isn't it," he announces cheerfully. "I was all over Velcro back in the day myself. When it was socially acceptable."

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.

Shawn remaines unphased, meeting Xavier's gaze with a wide smile. "That earns your society some serious restrospect brownie points, I guess. Even though you then did not have to undergo the painful struggle of defeating them, so it stays debatable just how much that accomplishment actually counts."

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