Catchall for July

[aberranthubris]

WHO: Charles Xavier, Charles!clone and You!
WHERE: A bit of everywhere.
WHEN: July
WHAT: Meetings, powers training, random encounters, clone-a-rama.
WARNINGS: TBA, Charles clone is likely to use telepathy without IC consent. Here is my telepathy permission post if you want to opt out of that.



MEET CHARLES

a. home, still at Nonah
Charles lives in Nonah, in individual housing with Erik, Jean and Wanda. It's a two story building but with no stairs at the front and no thresholds that would make it hard to navigate with a wheelchair. If he has invited you into his home, he'll be waiting with a pot of tea and a tin of cookies. But if you're a chance visitor, he will welcome you just as warmly.

He's gathering his bearings finally and actually made a home for himself in the bedroom that used to be his, claimed some space around the house by piles of books often forgotten onto the tables and good scotch in a reachable cupboard in the kitchen. He's no longer red as a lobster what was going on after the beach episode of Swear-ins and Erik finally convinced him to have a haircut. Gone is the mullet and back is the 60's floppy hair-do. You might even catch him wearing a t-shirt, maybe with an X-men logo on it or a silly slogan, he got a few of those from Fanport.

Let's have a cup of tea or a game of chess, or just good conversation.

b. powers training at the danger room / Maria-Francis Foundation
The Maria-Francis Foundation building resides in Nonah De Chima. In the basement there is a wide space that Erik has been working with all month to get up and running as a powers training centre. The building is modern and tall, and Charles has taken a habit of waiting the people he's made appointments with at the front lobby.

He's excited to get the actual training started, get those hours in and grind some practice into people who have contacted him.

If you're not here for powers training, you can find him in the office, going through the Foundation's paperwork. You're damn right he's snooping on his own business. What of it?

c. interview, wherever seems convenient
Perhaps you're meeting him in a cafe or a park, he'll even agree to go the beach if that's convenient for you. What he's interested in is learning about what you have to say after all. Charles is very curious about what has aspired in this world before his time and how to put the details together into a cohesive picture in his mind.

He's quick to greet you with a smile and a warm handshake. Please, sit down. Would you like a cup of tea or coffee first? Do you mind if he makes some quick notes while you're discussing?

d. wildcard
Would you like something else? Perhaps run into him in the library or find him feeding pigeons one fine morning in the park? Maybe he was supposed to come to you? Are you having a dinner out? Are you one of the people he keeps an eye on and something is going awfully wrong? He would find a way to contact you. Throw me a bone, I'll run with it.

MEET THE CLONE

e. random encounter
Charles, the clone, looks and sounds exactly like the original but he doesn't have the stylish wheelchair with big X-symbols on the wheels. A big giveaway? Maybe not. His flippant attitude is probably the big neon sign that you weren't expecting. Wherever you meet - cafe, library, school, even the Foundation building - he's going to greet you with a sunny smile and a warm handshake, introduce himself if necessary and especially if you're a pretty brunette, he will flirt playfully while falling short with playing the caring and concerned game that Charles excels at.

He's going to be a little bit impatient, unlikely to avoid using his gifts even if you ask him to and multitasking to the max. Good luck catching all of his attention at any given time. But he's new to his powers, and easily overwhelmed.

f. for those he's interacted with before
As time goes by, he will start targeting Charles' friends and family. He'll find them at their work places or stage a random meeting elsewhere. Once or twice he'll even wander into the house in Nonah. You might find him at the kitchen having a cup of tea and leafing a genetics book, or perhaps wandering around, looking at pictures and fingering everything with curiosity. Or rolling into your workplace with a sunny smile and a suggestion to grab an early lunch.

g. wildcard
Something else you had in your mind? I'm an open book, come at me, bruh!

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b.

[turned_to_steel]

Being not as familiar with Nonah as she is with De Chima, Sansa decides to leave for the other city at least an hour before her meeting with Charles just in case it takes her awhile to find the Maria-Francis Foundation building. Luckily, it's an easier task than anticipated, so she shows up nearly twenty minutes ahead of schedule.

Dressed modestly in a pair of dove-gray slacks (because potentially flying in a skirt is awkward) and a simple white blouse, Sansa enters the front lobby with a polite smile while glancing around curiously. Despite the smile, her gaze is guarded and there is an underlying current of nerves beneath the mask that she is presenting. Not that she believes she is in any danger but past experiences have made her a wary creature with new people and experiences. As kind as the Professor seems, this is her first time meeting him face to face and so she decides time will tell where he ends up on the scale of what she is familiar with.

[aberranthubris]

Charles keeps an ear to the ground when it comes to these meetings, which is why he rolls into the lobby not long after her even if their appointment was penned down for later. He doesn't even bother mentioning it but instead approaches her at a good pace with his wheelchair and comes to a firm halt in front of her before offering her his hand and a friendly smile.

"Miss Stark, how are you today?" he asks pleasantly. "I'm glad you could make it. Shall we down to the practice area right away?" he asks and nods towards the elevator.

Charles can tell she's hesitant to trust him. He doesn't even need to read her mind for it. She looks remarkably like Jean. So much so that it's hard to keep his thoughts about his favourite student from mixing with his thoughts about Sansa.

a.

[pale_blue_arrow]

[Brendan does at least make an effort to pull himself together before he goes to Charles'. He showers, combs out the tangles of his curly hair, scrubs his mouth with his toothbrush until as much of the lingering scent of alcohol is gone as possible. Given he drank for four days straight, he has no idea if that helped any, but he tries. He looks a little worse for the wear, which is remarkable given his healing factor, but his eyes are bloodshot from the crying he did as he had a breakdown when his housemate talked to him, he still hasn't eaten - he keeps thinking about eating lunch with Emily and how she'd come over to his house for dinner when her parents were fighting, how he'd make her anything she asked for, and he just can't eat.

But he pulls himself together enough to come over at the agreed upon time. He knocks, he mentally tries to steel himself for what is probably going to be a very rough evening, and he puts his hands in his jacket pockets. Emily gave him this jacket. It's the only thing of hers he has in this world. And it may be totally unremarkable to everyone else, but to him, it's the one bit of comfort he has that he can trust.]

[aberranthubris]

[ Charles has prepared a pot of tea, a ten of biscuits and asked kindly from his housemates to give them some space. It seems like Brendan might need a bit of it.

He rolls to the door when he hears the knock and pushes the door open with a smile. ] Good day, Brendan. Do come in. [ He pulls away from the door to let Brendan inside and give him space to close the door behind him. ]

Come this way, [ he urges, leading the way into his room beyond the living room and the dining room. It's very old fashioned with four poster bed and a sturdy bookcase on one wall. In front of the window there's a table with a chessboard on it and only one chair beside it. On the board there's a game going on. Black is losing. Maybe. ]

b.

[kestreldawn]

Jyn's met with one other to look into trying to learn how to control her still somewhat newly acquired telepathy powers. His method was more abstract, which shouldn't have surprised her given how utterly ridiculous this whole power thing was to begin with, and his lessons had been useful overall. Still, this Charles Xavier stranger seemed not only sympathetic to her plight but had also been born which his similar powers. If there was anyone who could teacher how to fine tune her control, it was him.

She arrives at the coordinates of the building he'd sent her via the comm, dressed in a more relaxed sort of outfit - one that seems suitable for training, even if it'll be more mental and physical. Once inside, she glances around at the interior of the building and takes a few tentative steps inside.

"Hello?"

[aberranthubris]

Charles lowers the book he had been reading in the lobby, closing it as he sees her and lowers it onto his lap as he pushes his chair forward and meets her halfway across the lobby, then offers a hand for her in greeting.

"Jyn, it's good to meet you. I'm glad to see you could make it."

Charles wears a suit, grey on top of grey and leathery brown. He looks like a professor with his fishbone jacket and elbow patches. He rather likes the look.

He smiles as he nods towards the lift. "Shall we go down to the training facilities? We won't be interrupted there and we can settle down to talk for a bit."

b!

[clobbers]

This is good. A familiar-ish good that she wants to throw herself into and cling to for now. When her world's stopped spinning, she still is responsible for keeping herself fit enough to help make sure this one continues to. Kara spends the afternoon looking for a dogsitter for her puppy and gives up, eventually leaving her for the evening at her best friend's farm. It takes her minutes to arrive in Noah, and a bit longer to find the building. Wearing the good old red and blue makes her stick out helpfully in the lobby, as she approaches Charles with a faint smile.

"Nice to meet you in person, Professor." She offers a hand to shake, her grip sturdy and incredibly strong. "Thanks for setting this up."

It's what she's spent the past year doing with Mon-El. He might never be able to return to Earth, but she can keep going. For his sake, and hers.

"Where do I start?"

[aberranthubris]

He's a squishy little man in a wheelchair. But his grip is strong for a guy his size and built. Lifting himself up and down with his chair has made his upper body strength build up. He rubs his hands together still when she releases him and chuckles, delighted by her strong grip.

"Good evening to you, I am glad you could make it." He nods to her and then leads her towards the lift. It's spacey enough that they can both have their own sides of it easily even if he's sitting in a clunky chair.

"Come this way. I'll show you the facilities. I have to admit that I am mildly challenged by your repertoire. I would like to suggest some sparring for you. Possibly against several other people at the same time, with their powers."

B

[dendarii]

[ True to his word, Miles flutters in at right about six, his tiny wingbeats likely upsetting some of the papers that Charles has laid out. Whoops. He can help you pick that up later, he swears. ]

Hello, Professor.

[aberranthubris]

[ Charles laughs happily as Miles flutters in. He's pretty high in the building and the thought that Miles just flew in kind of makes his head spin a little but it's absolutely fantastic, isn't it? ]

Good evening, ambassador. It's good to see you. Please, [ he leaves the papers where they fell. He doesn't feel like doing some wheelchair acrobatics right now. Instead he points to a chair at the other side of his desk. ] Do take a seat.

f

[incogneto]

Hm?

[ He looks up from where he's working. ]

Oh, sure. Let me just clean up and clock out. Long day?

[aberranthubris]

[ Oh, Erik, no. It's been barely a day at all.

There's a smile, bright and happy. ]

Oh, it's been lovely. [ He picks Erik's favourite place right out of his mind and suggests they go there. It's a little far away but surely Erik can take an extra half an hour off work, right?

He also doesn't ask how Erik's day has been because he already knows. That doesn't make a good impression, though, does it? ]

Interview/Power Training.

[dejerate]

[Yuu has already been sort of adjusting, learning the ropes from Mika since he was turned. And on top of that, he does have the advantage of already having mostly been aware of what to expect. It's just adjusting to it himself, first-hand. Particularly his heightened senses. The volume of crowds. But he's managed to endure it at least for a while for a couple of bigger events of sorts he went to see.

He's not entirely sure what to expect, exactly, on what Charles might have set up in helping with this, but he's curious enough to show up to find out. Appreciative of the offer, at the least. He comes at the arranged time, hoping to the right place once he enters, looking around.]

This is the right place, isn't it?

[He does kind of stick out, to say the least, with his white vampire uniform complete with cape and boots and all.]

[aberranthubris]

[ Charles is reading at the lobby. He has a seat wherever he goes after all. He puts the book away when he hears his own name mentioned in the mental mindscape and looks for the source of it. The attire makes him quirk a brow but not say a thing as he rolls his chair towards Yuu. ]

Good evening. I'm glad you could make it.

[ He nods towards the lift. ] Shall we? The training facilities are in the basement.

f.

[dr_eldarov]

[Anatoly has been overworking himself. He volunteered for Piper's charity organization and he thinks highly enough of the man, but Hashem help him, Piper cannot organize paperwork worth a damn, and it's a mess that takes hours to sort through and file correctly. He's been trying to keep up with RISE's actions in case Sabriel needs him to heal someone. He has also taken to making her a pre-made lunch every day and making sure there's something worth eating in the fridge, which can be time-intensive when he's trying to figure out these new kitchen appliances. He's been healing people at the De Chima clinic until he's so exhausted that he has to stagger home for a few hours of rest before the actual job the government gave him.

In what little free time he has he's been marathoning medical documentaries and pouring over medical textbooks. There is so much to catch up on, so much to do, that when Charles rolls into his workplace as he's closing up, he has a satchel bag full of books and tries not to look too tired - or like he isn't absolutely planning on staying up reading instead of getting sleep or dinner.]

Charles. It's good to see you. What brings you all the way to De Chima, my friend?

[aberranthubris]

You, of course. [ There's something awfully cheerful and almost flippant in the way he talks and smiles. But it's not that different from Charles' usual optimistic attitude. Just... something is missing.

He rolls to a stop and regards Anatoly for a moment with brows curiously arched. ] I was about to ask you out for a dinner but you look awful, my friend.

f.

[liverletdie]

They had honestly only interacted briefly this time around. That was... more to Tony's taste, since... the Charles he knew had always been something of a sort to interfere, and he wasn't about to let Charles get too close. Not this time. He had far too much to do, after all. And he didn't need to deal with Charles being... well.

Charles.

Which was why he was surprised that he'd shown up, in his office -- and he'd just been about to pour a drink.

That's a shame.

"Charles! To what do I owe the pleasure?" he asked, his smile pleasant, open. No need to make an enemy of him.

[aberranthubris]

You're out of luck, Tony. Charles, the real one, definitely plans to get familiar with you.

So does the clone. Perhaps unfortunately.

He rolled into Tony's office with a smile, brilliant, sunny but not quite as warm as the one Charles used to wear.

"Mr. Stark, I hope I didn't didn't interrupt anything important." But despite his hopes, he didn't seem to be in the mood to apologise for possible disruption.

"I was in the neighbourhood," he said almost playfully and went to offer Tony his hand to be shaken. "I don't think I have visited you before. So, here I am." While Charles is safely working away at the school.

E

[drivesadesk]

Jonathan was standing in line at the café, while signs of impatience seeped through. He was taking out his communicator, checking messages manually even though he knew he could do this in his mind. Still, it felt more like he was doing something, fiddling with the actual device instead of just accessing it through his thoughts.

After a little bit of this, he put his communicator away, and started looking around, trying to distract himself, before finally turning to the person in line behind and greeting him.

"Hey, sure is busy today, isn't it?" he asked, forcing a smile on his face.

Jonathan hated waiting, but the best way to handle that was to distract himself so he didn't notice that he was waiting.

[aberranthubris]

"Good day," Charles smiled up at the man where he was sitting on his wheelchair. "It sure seems that way. But a lovely day nonetheless, don't you think?" Endless wave of positive attitude, that was what Charles the clone had inherited.

He flipped through this man's mind idly, curiously scanning his surface thoughts and then moved on.

"A little boring, though. Sadly so." He offered his hand. "Professor Charles Xavier."

b.

[thevictoriandetective]

Sherlock arrives in the lobby, displeased that he can't manage to eliminate every last bit of anxiety from himself. It's manifesting this time as bird features, and therefore he has black feathers sticking out of his coat sleeves and collar, most of the ruff around his neck is hidden by his blue scarf, and his normally blue eyes are faint yellow and wider than they'd normally be. A few black downy feathers were mixed in with his dark curls.

Still, it's remarkable that he managed this much control, as he'd spent most of the morning looking like a frazzled Molly Hooper, much to his dismay. His body reacted uncaringly to his own emotions, and he was doing his best to avoid being in other people's proximity, wanting to avoid picking up on their emotions by accident. He could sense their feelings in fits and starts, it seemed to be stronger the closer he was to people, but other than suddenly becoming a bear for five minutes as a large angry garbageman crossed his path earlier that day, he was doing better, for now.

He couldn't avoid people forever, and that would interfere with his work. Plus he'd rather get some control of this...nonsense that was plaguing him.

It was still better than the last set of powers that he'd received.

[aberranthubris]

Charles could hear the buzz of Sherlock's thoughts from a great distance away. It was a curious thing that jumped him to awareness from the thick opus of genetics that he had been digging his way through. The man wasn't even at the building yet and Charles was honing in on him like a hound, waiting with a baited breath as the man finally entered the lobby. There was something awfully sharp and attentive in this man's mind, it held Charles captive and he almost forgot to roll forward with his wheelchair.

With a sharp breath, he finally did, though, and presented a sunny smile as he offered his hand to a greeting. "It's good to meet you in person, Mr. Holmes."

He could also hear the disgruntled quality of Sherlock's thoughts, the discomfort he was experiencing and there was a calm that settled over Charles, easy and simple, readily affectionate. "Shall we get out of the crowd? That would be good, don't you think?" He nudged his head towards the lift at the other side of the lobby. "It'll be quiet down there."

ffffffffff

[jeaniegrey]

[ Coming around the corner with an empty water bottle in hand, Jean catches sight of Charles in the kitchen there with a cup- or is it spot of tea? Either way, she smiles some to the professor before she moves to the sink and begins the task of filling up her water bottle with cold, fresh water. ]

Are you not working today?

[aberranthubris]

[ Charles, the clone, follows her around with his gaze. Then suddenly his mind closes down like a clam, hard shields, nothing coming through. Charles usually doesn't bother holding her back like that, he keeps some things behind locked doors but not everything like this. Clone is finding it really hard to hold onto every shred of his focus to hold back the power that is awfully new to him. ]

Hello, Jean, [ he says with a pleasant smile, even if it fractures a little at the corners. ] Can I interest you in a cuppa tea?

Class was cancelled today. [ Riiight. ]

e.

[glassfall]

[Cinders has decided to take Charles up on his offer. Being new to her strange powers, she is certainly not going to leave them to chance. She's more or less mastered the ability she has to change clothes, even if she rarely uses her old outfits - and at least that's one less thing to worry about.

She arrives at the Foundation in the early afternoon, mostly because her job doesn't allow for Cinders to be a morning person - not that she is to begin with. Seeing Charles - without his chair, but Cinders doesn't know him well enough to notice that - the young woman politely clears her throat.]

Good afternoon. I'm glad you were able to get back to me.

[aberranthubris]

[ The clone had been snooping around in Charles' office to figure out what he was doing lately. Sadly there weren't a lot to discover because Charles hasn't yet taken much of a proper position at the Foundation.

He is about to leave when someone calls to him. He turns the chair around with a smile and scans the girl's head quickly for the details. One of Charles' little proteges then... ]

Oh, I'm so glad to see you in person. I'm sure we'll have a very productive training session ahead of us. [ He offers his hand to a greeting and then nudges his chin towards the lift. ]</Small< Shall we? The training facilities are downstairs.

f

[h2no]

[archie is sitting on a bench outside the community pool where he does swimming lessons when charles approaches him. he's exhausted, as usual, too much to really even be surprised.

he barely even greets the man. just raises his hand in a 'yo' gesture.

which... is flipping the v sign for a man from england, but england doesn't exist in archie's world. let him live.]

oh my god, i realised i never replied to our other thread..... i'm sorry!

[aberranthubris]

[ The clone rolls his chair close to the pool with a pleasant if a little hollow smile and comes to a halt by the pool. ]

Archie, [ he says sweetly, ] It's good to see you. Have you been practising?

@ f

[divaricate]

Wanda already spends a lot of time baking at her work (obviously), but she can't do all of it there. She saves the experimenting for home. Which is what she's doing today with an attempt at a very summer-y themed dessert: watermelon-flavoured cupcakes.

She's absorbed into her work with icing some of them and placing the chocolate chips carefully on top. Do you want to taste test some, Charles? Because that's what they're here for.

[aberranthubris]

He'll keep his mind carefully closed off because it'd be such a dreadful thing to let her in on his little secret now. Charles usually is much more of an open book. But the clone can't quite go there.

He approaches her in the kitchen, watching curiously the process of placing the chocolate chips on top of the cupcakes.

"Couldn't you do that with your powers more effectively?"

F

[ghoulking]

[ Kaneki has a coffee shop at Nonah. It's where he spends most of his time, in fact. it's small, barely noticeable to those who pass by it, but because he is an imPort, it's not a secret. The clone would find it very easily, really.

Unlike most coffee shops, the shop opens at 4pm (and closes at 2am, to give vampires and alike time to enjoy some blood Kaneki's shop also offers), but it's pretty quiet around that time, so when Clone!Charles comes in, it'll be very quiet ]

Charles. [ he smiles wide as he sees the man ] Come in-

sob, don't let clone fuck up everything!

[aberranthubris]

[ This boy is one of Charles' little projects. The clone has been watching for a while from the sidelines how Charles keeps gathering people around himself. It's been fascinating. He feels comfortable enough to approach Kaneki now.

He rolls in with a smile, warm and pleasant, but something about it is off. ]

Ken, it's good to see you. How are you today?

[ Charles probably frequents this cafe often enough. ]

b

[therewillbeorder]

[Today he wasn't in uniform- the last thing he wanted was to attract the attention of any rebels or Resistance fighters. The uniform stood out so today he went in plain clothes, distinctly uncomfortable in slacks and a white button-down shirt. He knew he had to do this in order to learn how to use his abilities effectively.

He arrived precisely on time, stepping into the lobby to see Charles. He expected that this would be quite a bit different than his military training but he approached it the same way, getting right to business.]

I appreciate you taking the time to meet with me today. Shall we get started?

[aberranthubris]

[ Charles offered him a hand in greeting and smiled pleasantly. ]

Good day, general. It's good to see you again.

[ But as the man was so eager to start, Charles only shook his hand briefly and waved a hand towards the lift. ]

Yes, let's get started. The training facilities are in the basement.

b

[lempereur]

[ He isn't here for training, per se, but for answers. There is much that Yusuke doesn't know, of this world and his own. Back when he was using it to fight gods and demons, he believed that the power of Persona was something exclusive to he and his friends, something they had stumbled upon within themselves and used it to save them all. End of story. But he learned very quickly after coming here that his group was not the first, and their experience was not so distinct from the others to suggest that they would be the last.

How it works within him, where it comes from, and why, are all questions he can answer easily for himself. As for how others could come across the same power in a different way, or how someone could replicate his Persona, his spirit, his true self, in such a dangerous way was a mystery to him. As hesitant as he is to put trust in some man he doesn't know, if he really has been mentoring superpowered people as long as he says, then maybe he can help.

Yusuke shows up at the training center in De Chima unannounced, which is unlike him. He usually prides himself on his punctuality, but right now, the less advertised about his location, the better. His grip on the bookbag he always carries with him, full of sketchbooks both dangerous and otherwise, is tight as he pokes his head in. ]

Professor? I apologize, but we have spoken on the network, a couple of times. My name is Yusuke Kitagawa.

[aberranthubris]

[ Charles is actually sitting upstairs in his office. But because he felt someone approaching the building with a distinct intention of meeting him, he took the time to project his mental image to the lobby. There's nothing lacking in the way he looks, perfectly assembled in his wheelchair.

He smiles but doesn't offer a hand to be shaken as a greeting because he doesn't want to access this young man's mind to do so. ] Good day, Mr. Kitagawa. My office is upstairs, perhaps we can talk there. [ He waves towards the lift that the other side of the lobby. ]

Continuing from Comm Post

[flightforfreedom]

[Continuing from here.]

Poe looked a lot worse for wear when he showed up at the Porter to wait for Charles. He was bruised basically all over, his eyes dark and shadowed, though the hair on his head was still perfect. Having a super power dedicated to that helped.

He had a vague idea of who to look out for, but he wasn't his normal grinning self.

There was a lot more at stake than there had been a few days ago.

[aberranthubris]

Charles was waiting for him, reading book while sitting on his wheelchair at the Porter. He was trying to brush up on his genetics with all this new information this world provided.

He looked up when he heard his name in the mental chatter around him and smiled and waved at Poe. But his smile slowly vanished as the man came closer.

"Good heavens, what happened to you? Are you alright?"