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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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.

[wedonot]

Not really. [Even talking to Shaw had been sort of enlightening.] Although it is a bit of a free for all.

[anythingiwant]

[Well, aren't we hospitable, Other Charles.]

Ah dunno. Ah can think of a whole lotta folks Ah'd rather not hear from. Least without some kinda warnin'.

[And now she's just going to make some mischief. Because, well, she's not exactly happy with her dear daughter at the moment.]

[wedonot]

I suppose some warning would be nice.

[anythingiwant]

[Oh the smile she has now. ]

If only, right? We should be so lucky.

[wedonot]

Is something the matter?

[anythingiwant]

Course not, darlin'. What makes ya ask?

[wedonot]

Because you seem relatively concerned about who you might end up talking to.

[anythingiwant]

[She shrugs casually.]

Everyone's gotta past. Ah got a lotta mess in mine.

[Mama is judgemental.]

[wedonot]

Well, fingers crossed that the mess stays away.

ignore that last icon, not sure how that happened.

[anythingiwant]

Does the mess ever really stay away, Charles?

[Her tone says the answer is obvious.]

no worries c:

[wedonot]

Are you sure you're feeling alright?

[anythingiwant]

Ah suppose not. Ah mean, there's a chance Ah could touch base back home, see familiar faces, and somethin' in me just stops me from reachin' out.

[Yes. Mystique has noticed Rogue has not waved her hand at the aether and asked for friends to come talk. Maybe she's wounded by the avoidance.]

[wedonot]

Well, it can be difficult knowing that this is only temporary.