SIXTY ONE ✖ VOICE & SPAM

[wedonot]

[Friends Filter]

[Charles sounds tired - and anyone who was in the infirmary right after port ended might have noticed him hovering while people tried to help Zane - but otherwise, actually pretty okay.]

I know we're all exhausted and in need of some relaxation, but if everyone wouldn't mind letting me know you got out alright, I'd appreciate it. And if there's anything I can do for any of you, don't hesitate to let me know.

[Spam for Erik]

[Getting his telepathy back felt like he'd been unblindfolded, and while he had noticed the change immediately, in the first minutes back on the Barge, he hadn't had time to appreciate it. The focus was instead on saving Zane's life, and it wasn't until he was stable and unconscious that Charles had the time to reach out with his gift and reassure himself that they were back, they had made it out, and so had the people he cared about.

He'd checked on the kids first, reassured himself that they were in one piece and mostly in need of rest before anything else, and reassured them that he just needed much of the same before looking for Erik.

It's not difficult. His mind had almost instinctively wrapped itself around the familiar presence as soon as it had been established that Zane would be alright, and so Charles catches up to his friend as Erik's coming down from the deck, a relieved smile immediately stretching across his face as he gets his first good look at him.]

This might be the ultimate instance of the pot calling the kettle black, [Because he knows he's got some cuts on his face and other minor injuries from their time in port, too.] but you look like you're about to fall over.

[ooc: Filter includes but is not limited to the immediate X-Fam, Zane, Merlin, Arthur, Morgana, Anya, Pietro, Barbara, Tony, Kelsier, the Emperor, Ivy, and even you, Felix. Basically anyone Charles is friendly with or would have reason to check up with, idk I'm always bad with these filters and end up forgetting someone. /o\

Also, feel free to spam him if you want! He'll probably be pretty unconscious for the first day and a half afterward, but will be up and around after that.]

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[fridgetothefire]

I'm alive.

[Her voice is hoarse, like she's been crying, or screaming.]

We came out with everybody we went in with.

[It should sound triumphant but it doesn't, not at all. Anya had been so sure they'd be able to save Wanda, that she would at least have a chance. She's grieving over a shade that almost killed her, but she can't stop.]

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[wedonot]

That's good. [He's not sure what else to say or offer, because everything just feels inadequate. He doesn't know what she's been through, but he knows it can't have been pleasant.]

Is there anything I can do?

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[fridgetothefire]

I didn't kill her.

[That's a lie.]

I mean. I didn't kill her again.

[She didn't plan to say any of this, didn't plan to discuss it with anyone this soon. But suddenly it seems utterly imperative to tell Charles, who was so disgusted with what she did. You should have found another way. And she did, this time, however hollow it feels.]

[text]

[itstopped]

I'm fine, thank you, and you?

[text]

[wedonot]

Fine, thank you. Is there anything I can do?

[text]

[itstopped]

No.

[And that's it for a while, but eventually, he adds:] It chose me.

[He's been closed off with Trip since they got back, very nearly silent. He's been that way with everyone, really; he's completely blown off Dean and he hasn't even tried to speak to Racetrack yet. He doesn't know why he tells Charles at all, except... maybe only because Charles already knew. Maybe because Charles is the only one who already knew and wasn't down there in the dark with him.]

It threw everything I've done back in my face. Sharon Number Eight, Tom, everything. Even Dee made an appearance.

Spam

[burnmythoughts]

[Jean's in the infirmary, wan and weak and blurry-eyed, but she can feel it, when Charles comes close, even through the steady pounding in her head.

So she's smiling, as she opens her eyes.]

Hey.

Spam

[wedonot]

[She's the first thing he notices after it's been established that Zane's going to be alright, and although he's exhausted and desperately in need of a shower and a change of clothes (he's really ready to get out of the flight suit), he hurries over to check on her.

It's a relief when she opens her eyes, and he manages a relieved smile.]

Hey. [He wants to pull her into a hug, because he's so, so relieved she's here and alive, but he doesn't know what happened or how badly she's hurt, so he smooths a hand over her hair for a moment instead, trying not to project his worry any more than he already has.]

What happened?

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[burnmythoughts]

[Jean closes her eyes again, for a few moments, just enjoying the touch. She didn't know if she'd ever feel that again.]

I was with Jason. The city wanted him, but... [And now she smiles again, deep and proud.] He came through.

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[wecanavenge]

[It may be a testament to exhaustion, but Erik let's out a little laugh at that.]

Do I, [he drawls, and once Charles is in reach, he stretches out an arm to clap the other man on the shoulder.] Maybe I am. Suppose that means you'll have to hold me up.

[The smile fades a little, and he takes a moment to look at Charles, really look at him.] Everything's all right?

[spam]

[wedonot]

[Charles lets out a tired laugh of his own, reaching over to squeeze his shoulder.]

You know I'm more than happy to, although at this point, I'm afraid it might be a little more like the blind leading the blind. [The question almost catches him off guard, and he looks back at Erik, worry and concern bubbling up, before being replaced by sudden... confusion.] I'm alright. Honestly.

[Which is so weird, considering what they've been through, that he really was okay. Zane would be alright. Erik and the kids were safe. He'd gotten through this despite not having his telepathy.] I'm just glad you and the kids are okay. [He hesitates a beat.] You are alright? I hear your voice over the communicator, but I couldn't get a message to you.

[spam]

[wecanavenge]

[He nods - it's not something he'd have expected, but he does feel, at least in general, all right. It could have been so much worse - he still doesn't like that Shaw was his father figure, and he can't entirely escape that, which means looking at Pietro is that much stranger, now - but it could have been worse.]

I am. I tried to get in contact, but...[He shakes his head.] The radios failed more often than not.

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[bodilesswarrior]

I'm okay. [She looks exhausted, and she's holding herself a bit stiffly, but her voice is steady and strong, if worn around the edges.]

Filter

[wedonot]

Good. [She's in one piece, and that's the important part.] Do you need anything?

Filter

[bodilesswarrior]

Just rest. [She does plan to take it easy, as much as she's able.]

How about you? How are the kids?

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[supersonic]

Still alive. [ And bone-tired. ]

Erik and I managed not to kill each other.

[ 'Erik' sounds like an unfamiliar term, the way he says it — it's always 'Magneto' or 'My father,' but he supposes the one here isn't either of those. In any case, all things considered, he feels that not killing each other ought to count as a major accomplishment. ]

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[wedonot]

That's good to hear. [And he knows, obviously, but really, Pietro killing Erik in a place where people did, apparently, remain trapped forever wasn't something Charles wanted to spend too much time thinking about.

Seriously. You should be really glad nothing bad happened. Really, really glad. B(]

Do you need anything?

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[supersonic]

[ Pietro had had more concerns in the opposite direction, all things considered, but in any case, no death is probably best all around. ]

Nothing you can offer, thank you.

Private - oh look it's the world's latest tag 8C

[takeyouapart]

I'm fine.

[But you probably saw him in passing in the Infirmary, so you may know this already. Still, 'alive' and 'fine' are slightly different conceits.]

Are you alright, Charles?

Private - psh lies and slander

[wedonot]

I think I am, actually. [And he sounds sort of surprised to say that, because seriously.] Things could have been much worse.

Private

[takeyouapart]

They could.

[And the last thing any of them needed was to relive the utterly crushing inevitability of the Vanquish port, after all.]

I'm glad you're well. The others you travelled with, are they all back safe?

[Private]

[youwillgotohell]

I'm all right. [But she sounds like maybe she wants to sleep for a few days. okay not 'maybe.']

[Private]

[wedonot]

Good. [Hear that relief? There's a lot of it.] Do you need anything?

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[patheticvillain]

[When Cassel decides to do things, a lot of times it's on impulse. He gets in touch with Charles right after he talks to Doyle, because if he waits, he won't follow through on his curiosity and he'll always wonder.]

[His voice is incredibly casual, almost flippant, and entirely out of the blue.]

So Doyle says you fixed his brain for him.

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[wedonot]

I'm not sure that's exactly how I'd describe it, but yes, I did help him with some issues he was having.

[Where is this going, kiddo.]