FIFTY TWO ✖ VOICE/SPAM

[wedonot]

That was a bit of a rougher landing than usual. Has anyone been keeping track of who's gone missing? [An official head count of who fell overboard and who got lucky seemed like a good idea, in theory.]

[Private to the X-Fam]

I was thinking, considering our history with this sort of thing, [And yes, he's including himself in this, but he's allowed to >C at you kids/Erik for not being safer, too even though Erik's been pretty good at not doing stupid shit like almost getting strangled/beat up/stabbed to death, good job Erik.] it would probably be best to establish some kind of telepathic link to make sure we can still communicate with each other and call for help if necessary.

[Or, you know, stick together, that would be good, too.

And yes, he is planning on going out whether you guys are or not because SCIENCE!!]

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[It's probably ridiculous, to venture out into a port, especially considering his history with this sort of thing, but he has his telepathy and gear to survive underwater - thankfully no gills - and that's good enough for him.

He's a scientist, and despite past scares - anything involving the Vanquish was safely boxed up out of sight, out of mind for the time being - he does get a little stir crazy on the Barge. There's only so much reading and revising and chess you could stand before you wanted a change in scenery, and so he'd left the ship, and started exploring. He can feel the hum of intelligent minds somewhere out in the blackness, but they seem distant and largely nonthreatening, so he doesn't bother them, even if he keeps a mental ear out, just in case.

Just because he's willing to take a risk doesn't mean he's going to be stupid about this.

While he doesn't wander too far from the light of the Barge, the ruins end up interesting him more than the wrecks. He's no archaeologist, but he's still got questions about how this city wound up on the bottom of the ocean, and he's careful in handling any artifacts, generally just brushing off grime rather than picking them up and playing with them.

And maybe mentally chattering to Erik occasionally about anything particularly interesting, or any theories he might have about it. Maybe Atlantis really was real in this world, wherever it was.]

[ooc: Feel free to play with the timeline a little if it works better for you/your character, I don't have anything super specific planned for Charles for this port, so multiples/fuzzy time/etc. is totally cool with me. c:]

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[burnmythoughts]

[Jean is blinking blearily, fingers ghosting down her distinctly transformed neck.]

We're in port?

...I guess that would explain the gills.

[And the ears, but she hasn't noticed those yet.]

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[wedonot]

[Charles has noticed the ears, and he is staring a little bit, chewing his lip for a moment before sort of awkwardly gesturing.]

You've also got, ah, something with your ears?

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[burnmythoughts]

[Her eyes widen, and her hands drift up, sliding over the new points.]

Huh. ...Do I pull it off?

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[wedonot]

[That gets a laugh out of him.] They look fine. How are you feeling?

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[strangehistorian]

I'm trying to count people as they leave.

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[wedonot]

Where are you?

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[strangehistorian]

On the deck, right now. I didn't think it was a good idea to bring the communicator outside, I don't have any thumbs.

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[wedonot]

Probably a wise idea. The deck's still functional? [For lack of a better word. B(]

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[fire_punk]

[Kevin's just going to watch this strange person who's come a bit too close to his hideout. He just seems to be looking for now. Well, and cleaning. This is Kevin's hideout. He doesn't want anyone finding his stash. But... Maybe it's okay, since this thing isn't actually taking anything.]

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[wedonot]

[He's not, and he can tell there's something close by, and that he's been noticed, but for the moment, there doesn't seem to be anything hostile about the unfamiliar mind. He tries not to draw attention to the fact that he's noticed, and resolves to move on quickly if he starts getting agitated or upset with the telepath for intruding on his space.]

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[fire_punk]

[No, he's not upset. At least not yet. He's more curious. Almost no one comes around these ruins. He slips out of his room so he can see the other better. Those are some strange tentacles. Or does he just have two tails?]

What are you?

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[wedonot]

[Right. Communicating with whatever SCUBA gear the Admiral's provided for him is not. Really. Going to be as smooth as he assumed it would be, and it's interesting that he can understand him. Shouldn't merpeople have their own language?

It's a delicate process, making someone think they're seeing something when they're actually not without getting caught, but he does it anyway, casting a gentle telepathic net to make it seem like he's talking out loud, when he's actually just projecting his voice to Kevin.]

I'm a human being. [More or less.] Sorry if I disturbed you.

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[hetrustsme]

[It hadn't been long since the breach had started and Kal had fallen overboard. He was still... a little fearful of the newcomers and a little worried about them, so he had spent most of his time hiding under the debris and ruins as he kept an eye on them.

Kal's tail is slightly a translucent blue under the water, but he was hoping he still wouldn't be seen. What he didn't know was that his own thoughts and mind were like a flashlight to Charles under the loneliness underwater.]

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[wedonot]

[A flashlight, but one Charles was content to observe from a distance and not intrusively if he could help it. He certainly didn't have any qualms about defending himself if he was attacked, but otherwise, he was content to keep his distance.

He's definitely glancing in your direction every once and a while though, Kal.]

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[hetrustsme]

[After a little while of spying Kal is... well, honestly getting a little bored. And he doesn't even know what this foreigner is looking for, he just seems to be investigating.

Finally Kal decides to talk from behind some ruins, still hiding.] Are you lost?

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[wedonot]

[Charles turns towards the voice, even though he obviously knows exactly where he is, but he's still a little surprised to hear that it's a familiar voice, rather than someone truly native to this world.

He does the same trick he did with Kevin, making it sound like he's speaking out loud even though he's actually projecting his thoughts. Gear or not, he still can't actually breathe underwater.]

No, I'm just looking around.

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[warisart]

[Most of the new arrivals wandering throughout his peoples' domain have some kind of modifications to match the setting, which is curious in and of itself; but not this one. This one has mechanical equipment and that brings the phosphorescent blue and bright yellow young merman in closer than he would normally trail, blatantly curious.

And maybe, just maybe, it's not as accidental as it appears when Charles pokes his head into one of the crumbling buildings and it's occupied by someone who might look a little familiar. Ben, like quite a few others, managed to somehow fall overboard.]

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[wedonot]

[Charles recognizes him, obviously, and he had known there was someone in there, but he's not entirely sure if Ben's someone who fell overboard or someone who'd just left the ship. He could find out, but he does his best to avoid violating other people's privacy, even though he doesn't really have a choice but to at least project his voice telepathically down here.

The downside of not having gills, apparently.]

Ben?

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[warisart]

[The non-voice startles Ben, moreso than hearing his name; he glances around warily, already puffing up and coiling in on himself in preparation to flee, but then he blinks and looks over. Curiosity gets the best of him, as it always does.]

You know who I am?

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[wecanavenge]

You're not going out there. [ARE YOU CRAZY CHARLES, BOTTOM OF THE OCEAN OUT THERE]

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[wedonot]

I didn't realize I needed to ask your permission. [YEAH, BOTTOM OF THE OCEAN WITH COOL STUFF OUT THERE!!]

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[wecanavenge]

[YOU ARE LITERALLY INSANE.]

You can't be serious. [Oh my god why is he the worry wort mom now]

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[tolaywaste]

Yeah, definitely. Do I have to do anything, or just hang around waiting to hear Erik complaining in my head?

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[wedonot]

No, you don't have to do anything. And I can filter him out, if you'd rather not have that as a soundtrack.

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[tolaywaste]

Nah, complaining's better than sulking. [Plus if Erik's in trouble Alex is gonna be first on the scene to save/lecture him. Jerk.]

Are you really going out there?