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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.

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"I can see why. It's rather hard to believe, even if it does still give that feeling of dread well enough." He'll roll back from the stairs a bit, as if to let her know it was alright to come up if she wanted.

"I hope I wasn't in your way? If so I do apologize, my dear."

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"Oh, no. I was going to my room. It's-- down here." She didn't seem to be moving, though, because despite her earlier desire to get back to somewhere marginally less exposed, she also didn't want to leave a newcomer with unanswered questions. As for that first part, "It is hard to believe, but... it's not impossible for it to be true. ...Although, I think we need more proof than that."

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"Proof would be a start, though if there was any real proof I wonder if the truth would be worse for some or not..." But he doesn't want to think too hard on that. He'll ponder something else and figure since he has her here--

"One more question if I can, these collars?" If you wanted to call them that. They were hideous. "What are these for? They don't seem to serve a purpose besides being uncomfortable and large."

[lethechained.livejournal.com]

She nodded at his request; after all, that was what she was there for. "No one knows much about that, either. We have to go to the infirmary for them to be checked sometimes, but I've never heard anything about why." She bit her lip just slightly for a moment as if considering saying something else, then added, "...About proof," There was a tiny pause. "...One of the floors shows... worlds being destroyed, but-- most people don't seem to believe that, either. I've also heard of a few people going back to their worlds, and they--... were destroyed." She shook her head as if to clear the thought. "But... even those things can be faked."

[groovy_mutation]

"... how odd." He'd have to ask about it during one of these check ups then.

"They go back? How do we know they've gone back? They can't if there is no world to go back to..." But he'd have to go see this floor, have a look. Part of him fears seeing actual proof, but he wants it. Solid proof and he'll believe... maybe.

[lethechained.livejournal.com]

"No, I meant-- the worlds were destroyed, not the people, but it's not that the worlds were gone, exactly. From what I've heard, it sounded as if all the life was missing, but the planets were still there. The people that I'm talking about went back to their worlds and then were brought back here again. One of them said it was like the world got hit by an asteroid." She shakes her head. "But it's true; there's no proof that they weren't fooled... or lying."