SEVENTY NINE ✖ VIDEO

[wedonot]

[He's been here long enough to witness this event two previous times, and it's always been strange, and often a little upsetting. More than a little, actually. But it's hard to resist knowing that he might be able to hear from people back home he hasn't seen in far too long, so he does eventually click on the feed to see who's out there this time.

He's sitting at his desk, and is fiddling with a little plastic figurine of a weird looking bug creature. (The others are on the desk nearby.) He smiles]

This is [There's a fraction of a second of hesitation as he debates at the last second whether or not ] Dr. Charles Xavier. If Sean, Hank and Armando are out there, I would very much appreciate hearing from you.

[Although he will also take calls from anyone else as well. c:]

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[evolv]

[Darwin is... very confused. He doesn't know where he is or how he got here. But! Theres a familiar face asking for him, so.]

Hey, Professor X! Where they got you at, man?

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[wedonot]

It's a very long story. [But he looks super pleased to see you!] Where are you?

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[evolv]

Not sure. Alex said this is some kind of spaceship in the future?

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[wedonot]

It sounds a bit absurd, doesn't it?

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[evolv]

It sounds totally whacko, is what it sounds. But apparently it's true?

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[wecanavenge]

Darwin.

It's good to see you.

[Erik is at least less confused, but also less closed off in general than Darwin will remember. A lot of things have changed for him, here.]

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[evolv]

Hey, Magneto my man. You're here too?

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[wecanavenge]

[He hasn't associated himself with that name in a long while: it's been the codename of another version of himself, versions, the ones he's heard about since coming here. It's almost surreal to hear it directed at him.]

I am. What are you and the others up to?

[Is this the Darwin Alex saved, he wants to know, or a Darwin who simply hasn't died yet.]

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[evolv]

We're chilling at the CIA base, showing each other our mutations.

I only have three icons right now /o\

[anythingiwant]

[Well well well. Look who it is. Doesn't he just look young. How cute.]

Is that all you're lookin' ta hear from, Charles?

[It looks like Rogue. It sounds like Rogue.]

nw bro :|b

[wedonot]

[Not to mention the wrong hair color, the wrong accent, and the fact that he actually has hair in the first place, ahaha.]

Not necessarily. I've had some fairly interesting conversations with complete strangers the last few times the network has malfunctioned like this. [Someone is entirely unsuspecting, oops.]

[anythingiwant]

[Entirely unsuspecting is exactly how she likes them.]

How many times have ya gone through malfunctions like this?

[She's fishing for information, but very very carefully.]

[wedonot]

This is the third time. It happens every six months or so.

[anythingiwant]

[Oh Charles. Dear sweet helpful, Charles. So he knows Rogue, isn't surprised by the inquiry, and gave a little extra explanation. So now she knows Anna is wherever this place is, has made contact with an alternate Charles, and has likely been there for less than six months. ]

Fancy that. Ever make contact with someone ya wish ya hadn't? This things seems like it could be a free for all.

[wecanavenge]

Who are you hoping to hear from?

[anythingiwant]

No one special. [Because she does not like Rogue's friends or choice of boyfriends. ] Maybe family.

[wecanavenge]

Only maybe? [He's a gr8 boyfriend except for how not really.]

[anythingiwant]

[Better than LeBeau. ]

Don't really have much in the way of it. Ah only have mah mama left.

[Kurt dying had been a real blow, so the slight sadness is perfectly believable. ]]

[nobelist]

[Moira just stares at the screen, for a moment. Then she blinks hard, rubs her eyes, and stares again.]

Aye, I suppose I do need more sleep.

[wedonot]

[She looks familiar, and he knows enough about a certain someone's counterpart to think he might know who this is, but it still seems a bit presumptuous to just make that assumption.

... Then again, he does have a bad habit of being presumptuous, and making assumptions.]

I can't say it isn't a good idea.

[nobelist]

[Not so different after all, really.

Moira smiles, a bit, ruefully grim.]

So they keep tellin' me, but I've a job t'do. [She's resting now, just for a moment, because if she's too weak to focus she'll make a shite doctor.]

An' besides, if you are Charles Xavier, you've no room to talk.

[wedonot]

I've been on something of an extended vacation. [Not. That this is really a vacation at all, but there's no reason to worry anyone unnecessarily. And it's not like he hasn't been sleeping lately, anyway.]

What's the job?

[wecanavenge]

[No but wtf is this]

MacTaggert? [He followed her conversation with Charles and he still doesn't believe it. wtf.]

[nobelist]

An' who are you, then?

[wecanavenge]

[He'd find that interesting, but mostly he's just bewildered.]

Erik Lensherr.