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FIFTY SEVEN ✖ VOICE/SPAM
[Warden Filter, backdated to Day One of the flood]
[Again, Charles sounds more tired than anything else when he makes this post, because today is officially going on the record as the longest day of his life, and he'd really, really like it to be over. Like, now.]
Alex and I brought Pietro Maximoff down to Level Zero after he attacked and tried to kill us. I don't know if he's been assigned a warden or not, yet, but if anyone's stepped up to take responsibility for him, he'll probably be awake and hopefully willing to talk in an hour or so. [He might have put him to sleep for a while. B(
He lets out a slow breath before continuing.] Has anyone seen Dr. Banner?
[And everything else in this post is present dated!]
[Friends Filter - if you think you're on it, you are]
I'm sorry I wasn't very available during the flood. [And that's all he really wants to say about it from his end.] How is everyone doing?
[Private to the Admiral]
[As much as he doesn't like you, Boss Man, he's learned how to ask for things from you, and this is important. Also potentially very stupid, but Zane had been right, he could tell what they were used for, and he was more likely to be sympathetic to someone who power reductions literally meant feeling as though they were missing a sense just as important as sight.]
I need a reasonable amount of tin and copper for Zane, enough to keep him comfortable until he's assigned a warden who can continue supplying it. Please.
[Spam for Pietro]
[His first priority after the flood was over was to head down to Zero. As much as he really didn't want to spend time down there ever again after what had happened when Tosh had been in control of the ship, he couldn't just leave Pietro down there, either, and so he's shoving aside his discomfort and heading downstairs to let him out.
He calls over to him before he actually gets in front of the cell, concerned.]
Pietro?
[Spam for Erik]
[It's not really uncommon for them to just invite themselves over, whether for chess or needing to tell the other something or simply because they're bored, and so after letting Pietro out and gently checking to see if Erik would mind the company at all, he heads back to their floor and opens his friend's door instead of his own, closing it behind him and managing a sort of wry-but-pained smile.]
If I wasn't already convinced that meeting you was one of the best things that's ever happened to me, I think this would have cleared up any doubts. [It's supposed to be a joke, making light of the issue because he really, really did not know how to process what had happened at all. They'd talked before about how maybe they did live in the best possible reality, and times like these made Charles think they were right.
He sobers a little when he looks at Erik, a faint line of concern forming between his eyes.] How are you doing?
[Again, Charles sounds more tired than anything else when he makes this post, because today is officially going on the record as the longest day of his life, and he'd really, really like it to be over. Like, now.]
Alex and I brought Pietro Maximoff down to Level Zero after he attacked and tried to kill us. I don't know if he's been assigned a warden or not, yet, but if anyone's stepped up to take responsibility for him, he'll probably be awake and hopefully willing to talk in an hour or so. [He might have put him to sleep for a while. B(
He lets out a slow breath before continuing.] Has anyone seen Dr. Banner?
[And everything else in this post is present dated!]
[Friends Filter - if you think you're on it, you are]
I'm sorry I wasn't very available during the flood. [And that's all he really wants to say about it from his end.] How is everyone doing?
[Private to the Admiral]
[As much as he doesn't like you, Boss Man, he's learned how to ask for things from you, and this is important. Also potentially very stupid, but Zane had been right, he could tell what they were used for, and he was more likely to be sympathetic to someone who power reductions literally meant feeling as though they were missing a sense just as important as sight.]
I need a reasonable amount of tin and copper for Zane, enough to keep him comfortable until he's assigned a warden who can continue supplying it. Please.
[Spam for Pietro]
[His first priority after the flood was over was to head down to Zero. As much as he really didn't want to spend time down there ever again after what had happened when Tosh had been in control of the ship, he couldn't just leave Pietro down there, either, and so he's shoving aside his discomfort and heading downstairs to let him out.
He calls over to him before he actually gets in front of the cell, concerned.]
Pietro?
[Spam for Erik]
[It's not really uncommon for them to just invite themselves over, whether for chess or needing to tell the other something or simply because they're bored, and so after letting Pietro out and gently checking to see if Erik would mind the company at all, he heads back to their floor and opens his friend's door instead of his own, closing it behind him and managing a sort of wry-but-pained smile.]
If I wasn't already convinced that meeting you was one of the best things that's ever happened to me, I think this would have cleared up any doubts. [It's supposed to be a joke, making light of the issue because he really, really did not know how to process what had happened at all. They'd talked before about how maybe they did live in the best possible reality, and times like these made Charles think they were right.
He sobers a little when he looks at Erik, a faint line of concern forming between his eyes.] How are you doing?
spam;
So he doesn't ask. Somewhere near the top of the stairs, it occurs to him he wouldn't have had the option of asking or not, with any other Xavier. ]
You really don't read anyone's mind, do you? [ Not accusing, just surprised. ]
spam;
[These days, he was almost always at least quietly connected to Erik, and Merlin, Jean and Alex didn't seem to mind too much either way about him using his abilities, but otherwise, he did largely keep to himself. He'd learned that lesson the hard way.]
spam;
[ ... Which may be concerning, when you consider the kinds of things Pietro may prefer to keep to himself, but. Well. There it is. Apparently he hadn't been going anywhere else with that, though, as he doesn't pursue it further. ]
spam;
[He doesn't sound resentful, even if there's a part of him that maybe is, on some days. It's easy for people like Erik to demand people treat them fairly despite his mutation, because his ability wasn't inherently invasive and personal. Charles doesn't really have that luxury, and it was hard sometimes, to know people did hate him for being different.]
spam;
[ He's just saying. He wouldn't, certainly — his mutation isn't invasive, but even if it was, he doesn't reign in what he is for anyone else's benefit. He isn't sure Charles's restraint is better, objectively, but it's probably less selfish. He's reminded of Cap, just a little.
Saying that aloud sounds far too much like being nice, though, so naturally Pietro doesn't linger on the sentiment. ]
Try not to overdo it with that stab wound, will you? [ He adds as an afterthought, turning slightly to go when they reach the appropriate level. ] I'm sure Erik will be sufficiently furious at me without you accidentally keeling over.
[ (Which is speedster for "Take care of yourself.") ]
spam;
As it is, he lets the subject drop.]
I'll be fine. [Although you're entirely right about that, which is why Charles has tried not to really discuss the whole thing too much with Erik.] Although I wouldn't necessarily go out of your way to mention it to him.
spam;
[ Things that are less funny in context: this.
Nevertheless, he inclines his head in what passes for a goodbye and moves to go. ]