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ONE ✖ VIDEO
[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.]
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.]
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...The semi-positive part is that the town being craterfied? Also got rid of the Hellmouth. Which was not a good thing to have in the world. A-And now I don't have to stay there anymore.
[...] So! You said you had questions? [Nervous smile!]
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[And assuming this is after his meeting with Erik:]
[Private]
I do, actually. Is there a reason an inmate would have reduced abilities once they arrived on board?
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[And now Charles will see that Buffy isn't just terribly socially awkward all the time.] Well, they're inmates. And kinda brought here against their will. If they were all gonna be just as full of ability as they were back home, we'd all have a lot more problems than we already do on our hands. Once an inmate gets a warden, the warden can decide how much of their abilities should be allowed.
... Does that answer your question?
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Why? [Oh my god is someone you know here.]
[Private]
I spoke with another new arrival recently. He was concerned when he realized his abilities were much more limited than they should be.
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[...OWAIT THAT IS NOT RIGHT.]
Actually, scratch that, I'm not exactly on the yay Admiral team so much lately. But the other stuff I said.
[Private]
Why not?
[Private]
I just don't agree with some of his decisions. [She closes her mouth a little tightly and leaves it at that for now.]
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[Just goes off of what she's said so far for now. XD] I lived on the Hellmouth for seven years and fought apocalyptic battles. Plural. I think it's safe to say that the meaning of weird has kinda changed for me.