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[wedonot]

[Although the journals are far more sophisticated than most technology from 1962, they're pretty easy to operate when it comes down to it, so no accidental video posts or garbled audio for you today, Barge.

Instead, the camera switches on to reveal a man in his late twenties or early thirties at most with a face that will probably be familiar to some of you. He's sitting in a nice looking room at a desk, and smiles politely at the camera.]

I'm Professor Charles Xavier, and I've agreed to come aboard as a warden.

I've done a bit of reading - or watching and listening, I guess, if we're really going to get technical - about what to expect while I'm here, and I've got a few questions, if some of you wouldn't mind answering. Where are you all from, to start off with?

[Open Spam]

The Barge was certainly something. When he'd first arrived in his cabin, it was like nothing had changed at all. The offer from the "Admiral" just some bizarre dream, a fantasy about having some magic cure all to his paralysis, something he still wistfully considered sometimes, because while he was getting used to the wheelchair, he still did miss being able to just walk places himself. Part of him wondered if this was some kind of karma, for not understanding what it felt like to really be different, like Raven or Hank, and that part made him hesitate in accepting the offer. To be a warden. To take a pause in the process he'd started when he'd said he would help Moira and the CIA handle the fiasco with Shaw, so that he could help another person right their wrongs and become a better person.

It was probably irresponsible, to step away and take a breather instead of just jumping in and getting back to work.

But, why not. Time wouldn't pass at home, and redemption was certainly a noble cause. And despite everything that had happened over the last few months, he still did think it was entirely possible for someone to turn their life around.

And the scientific opportunities would be simply unmatched. "Floods"? Ports to various worlds, both similar and different to the one he had come from? Interacting with people from worlds like the ones they would visit, people with gifts, who came from society who accepted them? Aliens? People with technology beyond his 1962? The possibilities were endless, and he was already eager to see what exactly this place had to offer, in all its forms.

And at least it has an elevator, he thought, a little grimly, as he made his way out into the hallway, heading for the deck. He really didn't appreciate trying to find ways to navigate around places with stairs as the only means of access, and being stuck on one deck for the remainder of his stay here was not exactly ideal.

[ooc: For anyone who missed out on it, the telepathy permissions meme is over here. Again, Charles and I will ask first before doing things, this is just a reference and establishing a baseline so I don't harass you via AIM every time it comes up. THANK YOU EVERYONE WHO HAS RESPONDED SO FAR, I REALLY APPRECIATE IT.

And here are his fourth wall restrictions.]

Comments

[with_discipline]

Shi'Kahr, Vulcan. [Sup telepathy telepath, Pandora will loooove that and have no time to get on it, most like. c:]

[wedonot]

[Ari you already infected one of my poor assholes. :c]

Vulcan? Is that a planet, or a country?

[made_a_choice]

Brooklyn, here. I haven't been here long myself, but what are your questions?

[wedonot]

What's your world like? It's my understanding your Brooklyn, New York might be quite different from mine.

[SPAM]

[wecanavenge]

[This wasn't where they were supposed to show up. He was in the wrong place, and worse - he was alone.]

Raven? [Erik turned, pulling off his helmet as he looked around his new surroundings. He was in the room he'd claimed at Charles' mansion. No, this was certainly not where he was supposed to be. Heading for the door, he yanked it open, mouth opening to call for Azazel and find out what the hell was happening - but he stopped abruptly.

This was not Charles' mansion.]

[SPAM]

[wedonot]

[He wasn't really spying, per say, so much as just doing a little sweep, which meant he sensed the new arrival in the room next door and alright, curiosity got the better of him a little bit, and he could usually get away with peeking in without getting in trouble or caught in the act.

He'd been expecting just another new arrival. He really hadn't been expecting the new presence to be anything familiar, and it caught him off guard for a moment, because he definitely knew this person, and what the hell was he doing here?]

Erik?

HIPSTER DOCTOR

[changemydear]

I'm from Gallifrey-I doubt you've heard of it.

He needs glasses :|a

[wedonot]

I haven't, actually. What's it like?

[captain_jtkirk]

Iowa.

[wedonot]

What part of Iowa?

[most_feared]

I'll help you out with whatever I can.

[wedonot]

Good to know. Do you mind if I ask where you're from?

he's slowly coming around to this thing :c

[snownotstark]

Winterfell in Westeros.

HOORAY JON :D

[wedonot]

Is Westeros a country?

I sometimes forget people aren't Kay and don't leave huge segments of sentence off.

[championoftime]

I'm also from Gallifrey.

I'm also the man who spoke to you before me. Just later in life.

It's complicated. But a pleasure to meet you. I'm Dr. John Smith.

lol Kay. :c

[wedonot]

I'm afraid I don't quite understand.

[cartergetsyou]

London.

[wedonot]

Lovely city, I've had a lot of fun, there. What year was it for you, before you left?

[bitmelodramatic]

Does it really matter where we're from now that we're here?

[wedonot]

Considering this is the first chance I've had to talk to people who weren't from my world and time period, I should say it does.

[Spam]

[grand_lotus]

[Iroh's sitting cross-legged on deck - not meditating so much as just sitting meditatively - when he becomes aware of the presence of someone else on the deck. It takes a moment because it's accompanied by the whirring of wheels rather than footsteps; he glances over his shoulder, not recognising the young man in the chair but smiling up at him anyway because that's how he does.]

Good afternoon!

[Spam]

[wedonot]

[Charles glances over at Iroh and smiles back, already curious about who he is and where he's from, and while all that could easily be discovered by poking around telepathically, he's learned by now it's better to ask first unless it's an emergency, so he keeps his mind to himself.] Good afternoon!

[He navigates himself over a little closer so they don't have to yell across the deck to each other.]

It's an amazing view, isn't it?

[19centconstable]

Hello, Professor! I'm Constable George Crabtree, from Toronto, Canada. 1898, but we're very forward thinking.

What sort of professor are you?

[wedonot]

Genetics, for the most part. Pleasure to meet you, Constable.

[takeyouapart]

I'm from Camelot.

[He's aware by now that even saying this is borderline trolling, but you asked dude]

Welcome to the Barge, Professor.

[wedonot]

Thank you. You're serious? [Because omg really. c:]

[slayage]

[... Charles Xavier. No way. Xander would freak.]

Sunnydale, California. E-Except it doesn't really exist anymore. So. England, lately.

I'm free for being answer-girl.

[wedonot]

It doesn't exist?

Video:

[acid_rayne]

How come you're not... Bald?

Video:

[wedonot]

Excuse me?

[Spam!]

[hourglass_twin]

[A gold skinned man with hourglass eyes was sitting in a chair on the deck, sipping some horrible smelling tea he brought with him while he stared out over the edge.]

[Spam!]

[wedonot]

[Well, that's interesting. Have Charles being kind of a creeper, considering going over and introducing himself and/or taking a peek in your mind. :V]

[ Video ]

[surfaceshine]

[Why. WHY must he have decided to stop trying to tell people they're fictional? Dean compromises by jumping on that shit like it's hot, even though he hasn't been here long himself, even though he's not really from anywhere, and even though he's well aware that it is a very, very bad idea for him to be talking to a telepath.]

Welcome to the dorm, there, Chuck. I'm Dean. [And you are never going to get him to admit he's from Kansas. Or, apparently, anywhere because he's just going to ignore that part of the post.]

[ Video ]

[wedonot]

[Charles is on his best behavior for now, but keeping that close to the vest is probably a good thing, otherwise there might be some psychic sniffing around going on. :u]

Pleasure to meet you, Dean.

[Video]

[buildindreemz]

Upstate New York, originally. But I've been living in Paris the past couple of years.

Also, it's nice to meet you, Professor Xavier. I'm Ariadne. Can I ask what you're a professor of?

[Video]

[wedonot]

Genetics, mostly. What brings you to the Barge?

[strangehistorian]

Tanaris, in Kalimdor. My name is Chromie - it's very nice to meet you, Professor.

[wedonot]

The pleasure's all mine. Where's Tanaris, if you don't mind me asking?