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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]
That makes his mouth quirk, though, and he looks up with eyebrows raised.]
He was apologizing? [He already thinks of Charles and Alex as family - he just thinks of himself as on the fringe, that uncle you're not sure how you feel about yet. Well - less than he did, but.]
[Spam]
I know, I mean, I suppose I shouldn't exactly be surprised, given his history, that he'd be hesitant to throw around labels like that, but. [He's just assumed that he'd communicated that they were family pretty definitively before this, but apparently, he hadn't. Whoops.] God knows I've thought of him as a son well before that breach happened.
[Spam]
I suppose you can't blame any of us for being wary. [But it's good to have them, is the underlying thought, there. It's good to be part of something, to be a family.]
[Spam]
[Because god, he really doesn't want to be his mom. :C Don't let him be his mom, Erik. :C]
[Spam]
I'd hesitate before leaving heartfelt notes in lunchboxes.
[Spam]
God, Erik, they're not seven!
[Spam]
Thus my hesitation.
[Spam]
[He'll start leaving you notes out of spite.]
[Spam]
I have every faith you'll manage it.
[Spam]
Thank you for that.