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[groovy_mutation]

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.

Comments

[groovy_mutation]

I have no doubt, my dear.

[He'll smile a little, as well, he had to smile at something. It was still taking a while for the gravity of what he'd been told when waking up to really settle with him.]

I'll certainly be doing so, I would not wish to inconvenience someone every time I wish to get down the stairs. [More he didn't want to have to ask every time.]

Would I be prying if I asked how long you've been here? Or what is going on?

[thefourthtry.livejournal.com]

I'm kinda fuzzy on the details, but this a tower, with no exit. There's a bunch of less than fun stuff around, like these collars, creepy voices, and a maze, among other things.

I've been here for fifteen days, but other people have been here longer. [Her smile falters]

This whole place gives me the creeps. I feel like I'm a lab rat. Our kinappers are a little too into sci-fi, I think.

[Her smile returns] But I figure I can handle whatever this place throws at me.

[groovy_mutation]

[It sounded like so much fun. Except not. He'll furrow his brows.]

Was there no truth to what the note said then? Is everything gone? Or was that just a lie and we are as you say, kidnapped.

[Or she referred to the people who ran this place as kidnappers so, he assumed it meant they had.]

[thefourthtry.livejournal.com]

I'm not sure, but the "your world was destroyed, but we saved you" story doesn't really add up.

I mean, what rescuers lock the people they save in towers?

[groovy_mutation]

It is a rather convenient cover up for things I must admit. I'm still trying to decide if I believe it or not.

[Or if he wants to believe it.]

They could argue it is for our own good, which I'm sure you've heard by now?

[thefourthtry.livejournal.com]

Yeah. I've heard that. It just doesn't really seem to add up if you ask me.

[She shrugs]

I'm Stephanie Brown, but you can call me Steph.

[groovy_mutation]

Charles Xavier.

[And he'll reach up to offer her a hand, and would have said it was a pleasure to meet her but... well. It was an odd meeting.]

Has anyone spoken to our rescuers? [He uses the word rescuers lightly.]

[thefourthtry.livejournal.com]

Noooot that I know of. Our "rescuers" aren't really minglers, I think. They might even be against mingling or minglosity in general.

[groovy_mutation]

I see.

[Or 'okay that means I will do my best to talk to them then'. Because he wanted answers. He wanted to know if what that note said was truth. If he could find who kept them here, he could tell if they were lying or not. Right now all these minds in one place, it was hard to focus to look for certain people specifically that he didn't know. To look for a truth through all these busy minds.]

I will say that it is good to see that those stuck here are not like the ones who run this place. I imagine it would be boring otherwise.

[thefourthtry.livejournal.com]

Still can be a bit dull, but it's not worth dwelling on.

Onward and upward, y'know? Keep moving forward. Don't give up. Think positive. You get the idea.

[groovy_mutation]

I certainly try my best to be positive. [Didn't always work out lately. But he tried.]

Though I am a firm advocate for not giving up, so we can agree on that most definitely. Anything you suggest for keeping the boredom away, while I try to work on that whole not giving up thing?

[thefourthtry.livejournal.com]

The library's pretty kickass, and the people here are nice.

[groovy_mutation]

A library? Do they all sorts of literature available?