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:]

Comments

[nobelist]

[What even the fuck, and does she get a prize if she does.]

That's...a different turn, that is. [A part of her wants to ask - ] MacTaggert. That her married name too, then?

[wedonot]

[It's cheating if you know the answer already.]

I don't think so. She never mentioned being married.

[nobelist]

...Good. [Her voice is quieter, now. It's strange, but - if there's a Moira who never met Joseph MacTaggert, she's glad of it.]

How's we met, then, if not at school?

[wedonot]

[Should he not ask. :c]

Moira witnessed some rather disturbing events that not only revealed that there were mutants in the world, but also that a small group of them was manipulating the US government to engage in nuclear war with the Soviet Union. She wanted to talk to an expert in genetic mutation and found me in Oxford just after I'd presented my thesis.

[And he hit on her. And she had no time for his crap.]

[nobelist]

[Probably not. :c]

...Interestin'. [That's one word for it, anyway.] You sorted it out, I hope.

[wedonot]

I'm sure you've heard of the Cuban Missile Crisis.

[nobelist]

[She just stares for a second. Again. Then she pinches the bridge of her nose, hiding a smile.]

O' course.

[wedonot]

It's a long story.

[nobelist]

It usually is. [Her hand drops, and her smile stays.] Glad ye both came out the other side.

[wedonot]

[There's that brief, weird look on his face again for a fraction of a second because. Well.]

Several months ago, when our communications network malfunctioned like this, I spoke with an alternate Charles Xavier who told me a little about you. About us.

[nobelist]

[Her expression goes soft.] Did 'e, then.

You an' her - ?

[wedonot]

It's complicated.

[nobelist]

[A faint, wry smile.] Often is.

We haven't - not in a long while. But he's a dear friend.

[wedonot]

That's good to hear. [MAYBE THERE'S HOPE!!]

[nobelist]

[A slight nod.] If she's anything at all like me - she wants to help, with all her heart. Let her.

[wedonot]

I wasn't planning on shutting her out.

[... this time. After wiping her memories made him feel terrible. B(]

[nobelist]

Good.

My Charles - his heart's in the right place, most times. But he doesn't realise it doesn't all have to be on his shoulders. [A grim, thin smile.] Probably because it always was, before.

[wedonot]

I can imagine. [And he can. He really, really can. Erik said it best when he'd observed that it seemed like Charles had raised himself, and Raven.]

I'm trying to make more of an effort to share the weight.

[nobelist]

Good. [Her tone is warm in its intensity. Well done, and don't forget.]

Yuir students will be better off for it.

[wedonot]

I certainly hope so, although I'm sure once we start expanding, we're going to need more than two teachers. [Three if you count Hank. Alex and Darwin definitely have potential and Sean... might need a little work before teaching calculus but Charles has absolute faith in him so. c: Could be worse. c:]

[nobelist]

Charles programmed Cerebro to help with that, but he only had the five for a long time. Might be different, for you.

[wedonot]

We've already got four. Potentially five, if Raven comes back.