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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.

Comments

I apologize for my super slowness!

[groovy_mutation]

No, it doesn't actually. It's not the normal variety, it was built for me by someone I know. [Knew. Know. He's not sure which tense to use. He'll stick with know until he has proof otherwise that Hank and the others are truly gone.]

It's cool! \o

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[Gives the chair a critical look and sighs.] Which floor were you planning on going to? I may have to drag your chair up or down the stairs a bit, but not rough enough to damage it.

o/

[groovy_mutation]

Honestly I had just wanted to look around, being new here. Though I hear there is a cafeteria on the first floor?

\o/

[champagnedelis.livejournal.com]

[Smiles.] I'll take you down there then - quite a few of the others mingle there, so you might see someone from your world?

[Moves to stand at his side, glancing down over him.] Now then, ready?

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I... heavily doubt that, but it is a pleasant thought.

[Since this is before Erik had showed up and all. And he'll nod to her at her last question.]

Yes.

[champagnedelis.livejournal.com]

[Shrugs.] You never know.

[Toes off her stilettos and hands them to him.] Hang onto those for me, mon cher - I should not like to go tumbling down the stairs by accident. [Smiles and leans down to carefully put an arm behind his back and one under his legs, easily lifting him gently before putting him against her side as she would carry a child.] Put an arm around my shoulder, d'accord?

[Reaches around behind her to grab the back of the wheelchair, ready to start the descent down the stairs.]

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[But he did know. He couldn't feel anyone here... unless Erik could be here and had that helmet of his on, but... well. He could hope.]

Oh, um yes. [He'll gingerly take her shoes and hold them as told. He can't remember the last time he held or touched a girls shoes... don't judge him. He's helped strip off plenty of shoes in his lifetime. And then other articles of clothing.

But he'll put an arm around her shoulder, and probably is easier to carry as is, he's not as heavy as someone of his stature should be. The month of recovery and all that before he really started using his wheelchair was filled with poor eating habits, aka not eating enough, and painkillers that effectively killed what little desire to eat he had. He'd lost some weight to put it plainly.]

... you weren't lying when you said you could carry me.

[This was terribly embarrassing, but well. It was one way to get down the stairs and he did appreciate the help.]

[champagnedelis.livejournal.com]

When I was younger I could have carried you with the chair easily but, ah... empires rise and fall, and mine were no different. [Shrugs before adjusting her hold on him and beginning their move down the stairs. As she continues to walk, she frowns a bit, noticing how light he is despite his bone structure obviously showing he should be as large as - if not larger than - herself.]

Forgive me if I'm prying, but... did you recently recover from an illness? [It was almost like carrying Canada as a child all over again.]

[groovy_mutation]

[And from what he had seen of her mind, which he hadn't meant to pry at all, she seemed to be like Prussia. Especially with the mention of empires rising and falling. But he wouldn't pry on that front.]

... no, no it's alright. I have been recovering from a gunshot wound to my spine. The reason why I need the chair, and the help going down stairs. [The reason he could no longer feel his legs or use them. And gunshot was kind of a lie, but well, he wasn't exactly up for telling people he'd had a bullet deflected into his spine by his metal bending friend.]

[champagnedelis.livejournal.com]

[She hissed with sympathy, her arm squeezing around him gently in a half hug as she continued down the stairs. She hadn't been sure if he'd been paralysed since birth or if it had been a recent development.] My condolences. It's fortunate that you're alive, at least... but I imagine the loss of movement must sometimes feel worse than death...

[groovy_mutation]

Thank you. It... it is taking sometime to get used to. Still now it is frustrating to say the least.

[Though in all honesty what he lost that day, Raven and Erik, that hurt more than what he could no long feel now.]

[champagnedelis.livejournal.com]

I can imagine... Still, perhaps the people of this tower might be able to help you - God knows there are some highly interesting individuals gathered, not to mention the tower itself defies the laws of reality with some of the floors.