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[Open Spam for the Pub]

[Charles didn't spend much time in here. Really, ever since he'd become, for all intents and purposes, the guardian of three young adults, Charles hadn't really indulged much in anything that could be considered irresponsible, which was fairly different from how he'd spent his life before meeting Moira in the bar in Oxford. When he hadn't been working on his thesis, a fair amount of time had been spent in different pubs, wooing women and generally not really acting like an adult who was working to be a professor of genetics.

But tonight he found himself deciding he needed a change in scenery, and he needed a drink, because sitting around in his room doing nothing was doing himself no good. Between the conversation with Wanda and the ethical questions it raised and Morgana killing Merlin, he didn't really know what to do with himself, because he couldn't go for a run, he didn't want to talk to Erik (not yet anyway), and he wasn't sure if he wanted to be around people, or to be alone.

So he is just letting himself in, helping himself to some Scotch and will be sitting off by himself thinking a bit nostalgically to a time where the only responsibility he had was making sure Raven kept out of trouble, and trying to ignore the fact that he hadn't seen or talked to his sister since the beach, and that had been almost nine months ago.]

[Private to Erik, a while later]

If you're not busy, I wouldn't mind some company up in the pub.

[ooc: MULTIPLES ARE WELCOME FOR THE SPAM I forgot to mention it earlier sorry about that. Gimme all your cr. c:]

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[There are two reasons Mal is in the pub: one, he likes drinking, and there's not a hell of a lot of opportunity to when you're living on a spaceship. Two, he's made it his new goal to meet everyone on the ship and get an idea who's trouble and who's not. The first reason is why he's about three deep and counting, on the way to getting sloppy; the second is why he waves at Charles and attempts to strike up conversation.] You look like one ain't gonna be enough for you.

[Charles glances up at the unfamiliar voice and laughs a little hoarsely, because man Mal, you don't even know the half of it.]

No, I'm afraid not tonight.

[Nodding sagely, as if to say "I've been there too," he takes another pull of his drink.] You probably aren't liquored up 'nough yet to talk about it, are you?

What're you drinkin'?

[He chuckled again, because yup, you're totally right about that, Mal, and Charles might be incredibly miserable right now, but he's good at putting up a front for strangers, and so he's happy enough to play along.]

Scotch. And yourself?

[At least he's happy about something.] What's Scotch?

Um. [He peers down at his drink, then takes another swig.] Somethin' called India pale ale. Never heard of it before, but it ain't bad.

[Perry's not usually much of a social drinker these days himself, but between settling in and spending the day largely on his feet in various places around the Barge, the bar seems like as good a place as any to sit down for a little while.

He's also not usually one for making anyone else's business his own if he can avoid it, but good nature is always going to win out when it comes down to it-- whether he'd admit to as much or not. Either way, Perry doesn't have it in him to ignore someone who looks as deeply troubled as Charles seems to at the moment.]

This seat taken?

It's, ah- [He peers at the bottle, just a little distracted by the admission that he's never heard of it before, and wondering where he's from that that's the case.] Whiskey, made from malt barley, in Scotland.

You've honestly never heard of it?

[Charles glances up when Perry approaches him. He'd known he was there - he tended to keep a telepathic eye on his surroundings, just in case - so he doesn't really look surprised, but he doesn't go any further into the stranger's mind. He's a new arrival, and that's about all he knows.

He shakes his head slightly and gestures for him to go right ahead and sit down.]

By all means. I don't believe we've met.

Perry van Shrike. [He offers a hand in greeting before taking a seat; old habits, etc. etc. The only introductions he's had to make in a long time are business ones.]

I'm still touring the place, really. Someone didn't waste any time putting me to work, so I haven't had much chance to do the full meet-and-greet. [Not that he would have felt particularly inclined if there was such a thing-- the network since his arrival hasn't exactly painted the prettiest picture of the Barge's inhabitants, and the first person he'd spoken to had warned him of as much.]

Charles Xavier. [Even months later, he still feels a bit weird introducing himself to people as Professor Charles Xavier, but he accepts the handshake and regards the other man with mild curiosity as he takes a seat.]

Yes, I'm afraid I'm not personally acquainted with your inmate- [Although his breach counterpart had been his coworker and Kozak looked an alarming amount like Tony.] But I think you'll find it's better to have an assignment quickly. Sitting around waiting for one gets a bit tiresome.

[That comment earns the toned-down version of what might just qualify as a wry smile.] I can imagine. I've never really known what to do with downtime, myself.

[He pauses briefly before continuing.] You sound like you're speaking from experience, though. Still waiting?

No, I'm currently paired with Tony Stark. [Who... you may or may not have seen around, he's difficult to miss.] But my first inmate vanished several months ago, and it took quite a while for the Admiral to reassign me.

[It's a distinct possibility, though at present the name brings no one in particular to mind.]

"Vanished"?

[Charles all but shrugs. He's not drunk enough to drop professionalism entirely, and it's almost too casual a gesture for him right now.]

It happens more often than it should, to wardens and inmates. No one's quite sure why.

[Just another on the long list of things around here that the only explanation for seems to be "no one's quite sure why," then. Perry frowns pensively, uncomfortable with having found himself so personally involved in something with so little structure. Nothing much to be done about that now, though, other than figure out how to muddle along.]

If you don't mind my asking-- [because he really doesn't want or mean to pry, but after meeting with Kozak and some of the recent goings on in general he's willing to admit that any insight from someone more experienced than himself might prove useful] --how are things with your current inmate?

They're all right, thank you. [They were... working on making progress after some fairly major roadblocks, and Charles wasn't exactly optimistic that things were really going to improve for some time, but he wasn't about to explain exactly why everything had spiraled a little out of control.] He's an interesting man.

What about yours?

"Interesting" just about covers it. [He cracks a smile, glancing down and away. It doesn't last terribly long. His next statement is one part incredulity, one part impressed:] I think I'm being avoided already.

Our first meeting really veered into a number of unexpected directions.

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Scotland? Now is everyone on this ship ancient?

Nope, but it ain't bad. Better'n my mechanic's wine by a long shot, but don't tell her that.

[Charles should know, by now, that if he's going to go to the pub? Eventually he'll run into his inmate. Tony practically lives there.

He grins at the Warden letting him in this time around (Arkady, probably, if not someone random) and lets his eyes comb over who's here this time. He's used to picking his times carefully, coming when no one else is there, so he doesn't have to be more social than he has to be, but today? Well, it looks like Wheels has something to drown his sorrows in.

So, he finds himself wandering over to where Charles is hiding away, hands in his pockets and eyebrows raised pointedly.]

You know, there are faster ways to get drunk than scotch.

[There were four people on the Barge that Charles wasn't sure he wanted to see right now. One of them was hopefully on her way to Zero, one he was still debating about calling and asking if he was busy, he wasn't sure about Wanda, and the other was standing right in front of him.

He frowns slightly, a little frustrated, but still responds to the statement, because he isn't mad at Tony and doesn't not want to talk to him, he just. Was having a bad night and didn't want to be a responsible adult right now, really.]

Who says I'm trying to get drunk?

[Charles chuckles a little, sympathetic. He'd been ignored by both Tony and Gaeta enough times to be familiar with how frustrating that could be, although at least with Tony, the avoidance wasn't because Charles had been assimilated into a world where he repossessed people's organs for a living and couldn't help him escape his own repo man.]

That seems to be a common occurrence around here, I wouldn't take it too personally.

Well, I do think I'm a bit behind most people on board. What year was it for you?

2517, when was it for you?

1962. I suppose that makes me practically medieval, from your perspective.

Really?

What's it even like back then?

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Greatest IDIOT ever maybe

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