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[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.

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[cerebral]

Charles remains similarly, but perhaps slightly more focused, on staying right where he is. It's only when Erik finally shifts and speaks that he releases his inner lip from being bitten (an old, nervous habit that he'd never quite shaken).

"Planning stages first of all." And he relaxes in posture, with a small exhalation at whatever test he's just passed. "Networking is key. The better friends we can make, the better chances we have of making this work, both for fundraising and to show that we mean well. Some of them are going to need to be more public and more established than we are. I'd also like to speak to Remy about this. And, of course, scoping out places for rent."

[magnetic]

"I will take care of that." The location scouting, he means. While he can turn on the charm to some degree, Erik is well aware that of the two of them, he is the least suited to inducing friendships in high places. (Or any places, really.) That and he's done the property dance twice, now, so...why not.

He is still standing there, by the way. His hand has gone back into his coat pocket, and his posture is less...monolithic, but he is there.

[cerebral]

"Well then. Good." It's decided. And after a moment of not knowing what else to do, Charles reluctantly turns to keep walking, hands firmly in his coat pockets. Although his head turns slightly towards his friend, as if to make sure that he actually is coming along.

[magnetic]

He is, of course—or will, rather, as soon as whatever it is he's thinking comes to a conclusion. In the meantime he is still, once again silent, only observing, and looking as though he may be about to smile, but has not quite made the decision to go through with it.

For the first time since his arrival here, you see, Erik has been given some clarity of purpose, and it deserves a moment.

(His fist squeezes around the silver coin in his pocket.)