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Characters: Charles Xavier and everyone ever?
Setting: Dorm level 2, around the halls.
Format: Prose, but I'll match brackets as well if anyone prefers it!
Summary: Charles has just woken up not too long ago and is confused and trying to figure things out. Stairs. Stairs defeat him.
Warnings: PG for confused telepath.



Today was not Charles Xavier's day.

While he slept it seemed that seemingly the world had ended as he knew it and everyone he knew and loved, or didn't know or love, were gone. All gone. But he was alive and should be happy. Or so that seemed to be the message of this place. Along with a uncomfortable collar and no other explanation given beyond the note he'd found. Waking up hadn't been pleasant either. Not being able to move all of his body beyond his eyes was frightening. He'd only just started to get used to not feeling his legs, or being able to move them, and then this. After several very panic stricken moments of dealing with that and finally being able to move Charles noted his wheelchair beside the bed he was in and dragged himself into it, getting settled.

And then cue finding the note. And dread settled deep into his stomach, dread and sadness and confusion. And disbelief. This was a horrible messed up nightmare, and he wanted to wake up. Needless to say he even pinched himself, wincing at the pain as he felt it. Oh he felt it just fine. And it frightened him all the more, but he's trying to keep calm. At least on the outside. Poking around the room, which seemed to be made to accommodate three others besides himself, he finds the chest with some of his belongs in them, and basic things, along with some of his thesis? A confusing bunch of things really. He'll roll out into the hallway of the dormitories wanting to find someone, anyone else. To make sense of everything.

He'll try reaching out to those around him, gentle brushes of their minds if he can, to get a sense of how many were nearby. Though it only backfires and he'll wince in pain as he runs into some interference. Better not do that again, at least for now. So he'll roll along, before rolling into something that he's yet to beat in combat. Stairs. Frustrating. And he'll try to find another way down before running into more stairs. So he'll sit there at the top of them, staring in frustration at them, confused and some what angry at this entire situation.

This day could not get any worse. He hoped.

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[thursdaywings.livejournal.com]

Castiel felt an unfamiliar telepathic thought brush against his mind, a first in a long time. He was cut off from angel radio for so long, he had forgotten what it was like to have a constant presence in his mind.

Seeking out the source, he appeared behind the man in a soft flutter of wings, looking down at him curiously.

"Were you the one who touched my mind?"

[groovy_mutation]

He's so focused on how to get down the stairs that he doesn't realize there is someone behind him until they speak. Startled, Charles looks back, trying to stifle the jolt of shock that had run through him.

"Ah," Wings? Charles will gawk for a moment before realizing he'd been asked a question, "I'm sorry I... just woke up, arrived... I'm trying to get my barrings." He sounds a bit confused if not lost at everything going on right now. Was this man a mutant as well?

"I apologize for the intrusion at any rate." And he'll turn his chair a little, so he can look at the other man a bit easier. Craning his head back to look at him was starting to hurt his neck.

"... do you know what is going on here exactly?"

[thursdaywings.livejournal.com]

"No one knows," Castiel replied, ignoring the shocked look on the other's face. "We are being kept here because our world is destroyed, but I don't believe that it's true."

The angel continued staring curiously at him, head tilted slightly as he repeated his question. "Were you the one who touched my mind?"

the stairs, they keep happening

[handpuppeeet.livejournal.com]

If it wasn't for the fact that there was ice cream all the way on the first floor of the cafeteria, Ankh would be getting sick of having to climb up all these stairs. It was still annoying, but he was somewhat placated at least with a popsicle in between two fingers and a popsicle stick between two more. Seems he'd already gone through one on his way up.

When he attempted to return to his room, he was stopped at the stairs by a roadblock in the form of some human in a wheelchair staring at the steps. What. "Hey. What are you doing?"

motherlicking stairs, the lot of them

[groovy_mutation]

He'll blink at the voice, having gone off into a bit of a staring contest with the stairs and ignored everything around him.

"I would think that quite obvious." He may sound a little snippy, but sighs soon after. He shouldn't take out his frustrations on this man, it wasn't fair to say the least. Regardless of his situation and everything.

"Trying to figure out how to get down the stairs."

[salamancer.livejournal.com]

[Rose was extremely startled when she felt a brush across her mind. As far as she knew, only the trolls had any mind reading abilities, and they couldn't look into her mind.
So, her back immediately goes rigid and shes off to search for the source, none too happy at the prospect of someone looking into her mind.


And stumbles upon a man in a wheelchair stuck on the stairs. Welp. That wasn't too unusual.]

Do you require assistance?

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[A woman's voice catches his attention and he'll glance back. Assistance would be fabulous. Oh why oh why were there no ramps?]

... if at all possible, please?

[He hated to ask, or to need the help, really. But he knew there was no way he was getting down those stairs on his own, without taking a tumble.]

And would you have any idea what is going on here? I'm afraid that nothing is quite making any real sense at the moment.

[thefourthtry.livejournal.com]

[Fear not, citizen. Stephanie Brown is coming to your rescue!]

Need a hand?

[groovy_mutation]

[He'll nod, looking back. Friendly people were a nice surprise to everything that had been dumped on him.]

A couple hands might work better actually.

[He'll look back, a beautiful blonde woman standing behind him. Beautiful or not he appreciated the offer to help.]

I've not had ample time to look around yet, are there no other ways down besides stairs?

[parappa-strider.livejournal.com]

[Dave doesn't even notice his mind being brushed against. Upon brushing all Xavier would see would be a split second of this.]



[Yeah Dave's mind isn't very pleasant.]

[groovy_mutation]

[He'll flinch at the imagine that flashes in the other's mind, quick to pull out of it. Whatever that had been it wasn't going to help him figure anything out. But it had been terrifying.]

No more prying, chap.

[He'll tell himself and try to shake that off.]

[eastern-awsum.livejournal.com]

[The mind brush had startled him, he's already had something like that happen once before in this tower so before long a tall and lean albino will make himself known dressed in a military uniform easily from the beginning of the second world war. He was curious as to what had tried to do that seeing as the last time it'd happened the person he'd found in agony from all of the centuries of memories locked in his head.]

Hey, who are you?

[groovy_mutation]

[And thankfully he hadn't been going deep into that mind at all or he'd have one hell of a headache. He'll flinch though, as what he barely did brush was enough to startle him. There was no way he'd find any answers in a mind that jumbled with memories.

At the question and the man in uniform, Charles looks up at him, quirking a brow.]

I've just arrived... woken up... I'm not entirely sure what to call it exactly, but I am new here. Charles.

[And he recognized that he was indeed the one who's mind he'd just left, not that he'd been in it for mere seconds.]

[princesspowaful.livejournal.com]

[Molly didn't really react to the whole mind touching with more than a look around and a shrug, but when she found Charles she knew that she had to help!]

I can lift you up the stairs if you want!

[groovy_mutation]

Would you mind lifting me down them, my dear?

[He'll ask with a wry smile.]

Though you would have to be very strong to do so.

[lucidmutant.livejournal.com]

[Fawkes did not notice the mind-touching, but he did notice the man in a wheelchair sitting by the stairs.]

I have not seen you here before! Are you new?

[groovy_mutation]

[And he'll look back and-- OH MY GOD. WHAT EVEN. He'll look visibly frightened at the giant yellow man. And while it seems to be greeting him kindly, it's hard not to be frightened by such a large ominous figure.]

I uh, yes, I am.

[Don't be offended if he looks ready to wheel away as quick as he can.]

[lethechained.livejournal.com]

Naminé was not immediately aware of someone attempting to access her mind, possibly because her powers rather effectively made it more difficult to get very far in in the first place. Once she did notice, it was as a sensation that someone was watching her. This was followed immediately by a sudden spike of fear coupled with a brief memory of a group of people in black coats. When she turned to look, however, she discovered that no one was nearby. Attempting to tell herself that she was being silly, she continued on her way back to her room, but on passing the stairway to the second floor of the two that contained bedrooms and glancing toward the top, she spotted someone lingering there. That made her stop, too, staring upwards in an attempt to figure out if she'd ever seen that person around before (and why, exactly, they were staying put).

[groovy_mutation]

And he doesn't note her at first, seeming to be having a staring contest with the stairs. Eventually he makes note of her and blinks, eyes focusing on her.

"Hello, ah... are you here like me? I mean, are you a native to this place or brought here?"

[dawnlotus.livejournal.com]

[Vietnam usually was one who would prefer that her mind not be probed, however, it wasn't like she had much to hide; most of her life is written in a history book. So when she felt that strange feeling, she wondered, what was it, and did this place start entering minds now?

It was then that she saw the gentleman sitting at the top of the stairs, looking distressed. He was an unfamiliar face, and that could only mean one of two things: he was new here and frustrated, or something has happened. Or even both. Either way, she approached him carefully]

Are you alright?

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[He'll look back, seeming surprised to have someone there all of a sudden. And then he looks back at the stairs.]

That is a very loaded question, my dear, and I'm not entirely sure I can answer it at the moment.

[And he'll turn his wheelchair a bit to face her.]

But I am having a bit of a problem, beyond the note and waking up here. Are there no ramps or anything to get down to the other floor?

Haha, got 15 extra minutes on the library pc

[animus-sorrow.livejournal.com]

A gentle touch into her mind, something she hadn't felt in a long time. Yeshua had been the only one to touch her mind, besides Wilhelm on the occasions that he'd tried to convince her to assist him with Eternal Recurrence. This wasn't either of them though, that much was certain. Her very being would have resonated if it were Yeshua or Wilhelm.

Following the presence, she encountered a younger man in a wheelchair. The sight of it was a surprise to Mary. After all, her soul had come from a time where such injuries were easily repaired by nanomachines while, physically, she was from a time where such injuries would have killed a man.

With those thoughts, she realized that she was staring and quick averted her gaze.

"I apologize! That was most rude of me. Are you the one that saw my mind? It's been many years since I felt something like that."

a;fjd ;A; I'm sorry I'm slow forever

[groovy_mutation]

He feels the curious mind he's touched getting closer and wonders if they could sense where he was as well. It's answered soon enough as a young woman is standing before him, though he'd not peered enough into her mind to know much other than her name.

Mary. Mary Magdalene. A curious name to be sure.

"It's quite alright." He'll assure her once she seems to realize she'd been staring. While it was something he was getting used to, it was something he was going to try and not let bother him. The staring.

"I was trying to see how many were here with me, perhaps gather information on what is happening. But there was a lot of ah... interference from many here." So he'd stopped. But that she'd noticed was something he wasn't used to. He'd really only ran into that with Emma Frost, a fellow telepath.

"You could feel me, in your mind?"

/late to join the party, feel free to ignore;

[champagnedelis.livejournal.com]

[You caught France's mind lost in her memories as she goes from happy times as a little girl with an equally young green-eyed blonde girl, England, then to carrying a young Canada on her hip as France discovers the new land. A melancholy sigh goes through her mind and she's reminded of the apparent death of her world, reliving the Luftwaffe bombing of Paris, the city's location just over her heart throbbing with phantom pain that she can still remember, the screams of her slaughtered children ringing through her ears.

Best not dig through the routes to the original memories and the network of them made through several milennia.

She feels the brush against her mind and blinks, snapped out of her depressing thoughts, and she steps out of her dorm room, stilettos clicking on the ground as she eventually comes to find the young man in the wheelchair. She smiles brightly at him.] Hello! Are you lost?

/slow forever am I, it's quite all good!

[groovy_mutation]

[He's shaking his head a little at the rush of memories before the voice snaps him out of it. He'll look up and smile awkwardly, trying to focus on her and not the memories swimming in his mind.]

Lost is a way to describe it, yes. It's good to know I'm not alone though.