towerofanimus | Open; On-Going

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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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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?"

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?"

[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?

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?"

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."

Ankh cocked an eyebrow at him. Was it that hard to go down some stairs? There didn't seem to be anything wrong with the guy. Some humans really were pretty dumb.

"Just get up. Or roll down, if you're so attached to that chair," he replied with an equal amount of snipiness, slightly rolling his eyes as he took a bite off the top of the popsicle.

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

Need a hand?

[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.

What floor shall I take you to?

[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.

[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?

[He'll gasp and grip tightly at the arms of his chair, not expecting that in the least. Alright, relax, Charles. She can just use um... magic?]

What should I expect on these other floors, exactly?

And taken? The note seemed to allude to being saved, not taken.

He had to wonder if this man was really that insensitive or just that stupid. He was starting to settle on a bit of both. He'll frown tightly.

"I cannot walk, hence why I need the chair." And did he really just suggest rolling down the stairs. That would work so so well. Except not.

"And trying to go down them like this would prove most unwise."

[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.]

"Can't walk?" Completely? Ankh had used a wheelchair once, and even though he was faking it, anyone could recover from the injuries he was faking to be able to walk again. What dumb thing had this guy done to get him permanently in a chair? "Heh."

"Well, you don't have many options then. There's no elevators around here that you can use, so unless you can fly down them, you'll just have to roll." It says something when the thought someone else actually helping the guy down didn't even cross mind.

I've only got two to offer, but I like to think I'm pretty good with them.

[Stephanie smiles at the man looking back at her. She's pretty sure what she said sounded lame, but whatever. Helping this guy out comes before thinking up charming witticisms, anyway.]

I don't think so, but it'd definitely be worth double checking.

So this guy was amused at his condition? Swell.

"I think I will just stay up here then." Besides, the company down there wasn't exactly pleasant as it was. So no loss. And honestly he's brought here and this place has no other alternative to stairs? Inconvenient to say the least.

He'd have to find a way around this.

[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.]

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?

Sorry man, but Ankh's never seen someone disabled before. It was pretty amusing.

"Oh? How are you going to survive up here? The only thing up here is bedrooms. The kitchen's on the first floor. Humans can't survive forever without food and water." AS if to make a point, he took another bite off his ice cream, swallowing it before continuing. "Or what if you get injured because of that chair of yours and need to get to a first aid kit?"

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.

[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?

Terrible, Ankh. Terrible.

"..." Charles had started to wheel back, to find another way down, but then the man keeps talking and he'll stop, a frustrated sigh coming out of him.

"And how many floors are there?" Might as well ask, since he would have to find some way down them. It was good to know how much suffering he was going to have to do before he reached said food.

[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.]

[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.]

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?

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the stairs, they keep happening

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motherlicking stairs, the lot of them

they just have no manners, getting in everyone's way

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gawd

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