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towerofanimus2011-09-05 12:16 pm
groovy_mutation) wrote in towerofanimus2011-09-05 12:16 pm
Open; On-Going
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.
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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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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... 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.
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[With a flick of her wand Charles is levitating slightly off of the ground, and Rose is poised to assist him down.]
Of course. We have been taken.
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What should I expect on these other floors, exactly?
And taken? The note seemed to allude to being saved, not taken.
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[She trails off, starting off down the stairs.]
You'll be hard pressed to find someone that believes the note, here.
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Ah, the cafeteria does sound like a sta--- ghosts?
[And did she say glassless aquarium?]
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[And she'll be guiding him down the stairways-- he might notice the glassless aquarium floor in a matter of moments.]
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Glassless... how is that even possible?
[Muttering to himself, studying the water and the fish and what even as they walked by it. This place was amazing, beyond being here because apparently Earth was gone.]
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[She speaks nonchalantly, as if the subject matter had nary an affect on her. Because quite obviously she knew everything at the age of 13. Everything.]
Certain floors I would highly suggest avoiding.
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[Never in reality. Then again some would find mutant powers to be 'magic'.]
And what floors would those be?