catchall for x-family

[aberranthubris]

WHO: Erik Lehnsherr, Jean Grey, Charles Xavier & You?
WHERE: Their house and everywhere else.
WHEN: Stretching over June.
WHAT: A catchall log for everything housemates get up to, but also for anyone who wants to visit them or meet them, etc. Look at individual toplevels for more.
WARNINGS: TBA

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Charles Xavier

[aberranthubris]

1. HOME (Nonah)
When Charles isn't teaching at Madam Ellington's school for young ladies and gentlemen, he mostly stays home, trying to piece together his own history in this world and comparing notes with the pile of library books he rolled at home with first thing after settling down. He spends hours just pouring through the pile with a pot of tea and an ignored tin of biscuits. Come, give him an excuse to put the books down for a moment?

2. COFFEE SHOP
You can also find him in a coffee shop not that far away from his house. Especially if you have a date settled with him. He picked this coffee shop because there's plenty of room to manoeuvre with a wheelchair and the waiting staff is friendly but not least of all because they serve a proper cup of tea that has been steeped well enough. Come sit down with him, let's talk about anything at all.

3. LIBRARY
He haunts the local library frequently, pouring over various sections of genetics and science as well as culture and history. Sometimes you can find him outside the building, reading in the sun. Give him a nudge if you'd be so inclined?

4. WILDCARD
Maybe you'd like something else instead?

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[incogneto]

Charles, come help me with this.

[ He nods towards the kitchen, where he's got a full bag of fresh groceries from the farmer's market in town. He washes some carrots and then puts them on a board and hands Charles a knife. ]

[aberranthubris]

[ Not that Charles is absolutely useless in the kitchen but it's not far from it.

He rolls his way to the counter - after putting his book away - and locks the chair against it, leaning forward in an awkward angle to pick up the knife. Even if the counters are lowered for him, they can't be lowered so much that no one else can work on them, which means they're still uncomfortably high for him to do any work on them. There's probably some cutting board at a more comfortable height that Erik should show him.

For now, Charles just starts with the first carrot, cutting off the head and tail before starting to chop it into uneven pieces. ]

What are we making?

[incogneto]

[ He looks at Charles with a discerning eye, and then looks inside his bag. ]

We were going to make a tagine, but we'll make a soup instead.

[ No problem in a soup if the carrots are unevenly cooked and mushy... ]

Can you try dicing those a more uniform size?

[ Seriously Charles, some of these look like they could eat some of the other ones. ]

1

[dr_eldarov]

Anatoly has been busy with his own addiction to books resurfacing since he got here. It does not help that history here doesn't match up with his world's history, so he has a lot more to catch up on than most people. But he knows that spreading himself too thin isn't going to do anyone any good, especially not when there's a whole new world out there to experience outside of books and the internet. Once he figures out his new schedule in this world, he makes his way to Charles' place for some human company that won't side-eye him for being Russian.

While it's traditional and polite to bring food over to someone's house when going there for the first time, Anatoly has many reservations regarding the high-tech kitchen in his new home and has no desire to try to transport food from De Chima to Nonah. He got enough startled looks on the way over for the accent and the outfit (modern clothes continue to be baffling) as is. So when he knocks on Charles' door, he can't help but feel slightly out of place, although the sight of a squirrel in a nearby tree makes him smile slightly, remembering their conversation.

[aberranthubris]

Charles had been expecting him to stop by. But they hadn't actually agreed upon any time or date, so it's still a surprise. The buzz of unfamiliar thoughts behind his door makes him put the book down and stare at the front door across the house until he hears the knock.

He gives himself a permission to peek just enough to identify the visitor. But then he's smiling and rolling his chair across the even floors to the front door and pushes it open.

"Anatoly, it's good to see you in person, too," he says and offers his hand to the man first of all, shaking it firmly when the greeting is hopefully returned. Then he'll back away from the door, urging Anatoly to follow him. "Welcome. Come in, come in. Would you care for a cup of tea?"

[dr_eldarov]

Anatoly's thoughts are a bit all over the place. There's a lot of information he's taken in and is still processing about the future, or more accurately this world's future, along with the technology and the general culture here. There's a lot to take in and he hopes Charles, at least, is dealing with it better than he is, since Charles isn't from an era so far removed from this place's present.

He smiles, taking Charles' hand and ignoring that it's bad manners in Russia to shake hands before coming in - it apparently isn't in this culture and he's learning to follow people's leads when it comes to manners, here. "Likewise; it was worth it to make the trip, lost as I got at points." At least people are kind to imPorts seeking directions. He follows Charles' lead, looking around the house with mild interest. "Tea would be wonderful, thank you, assuming it isn't an imposition. How have you been?"

2

[pale_blue_arrow]

[Brendan manages to show up three minutes early, which given he has virtually no idea about the layout of Nonah is pretty good, all things considered. He hasn't had a lot of incentive to leave Heropa lately, or, if he's being honest, hasn't gotten much reason to leave the house. He spent months back home with his nose in a book and his head down, ear to the ground to keep track of people's movements. Now, here, he does much the same, to diminishing effects with all the wild cards this world likes to throw into the mix.

He adjusts his glasses, gets a coffee Americano because he still has no idea what the appeal of fancy coffee is, and side-eyes Charles. He looks nice, a sort of Mr. Rogers with psychic powers that puts Brendan on edge because nice people, while very useful if they actually are in fact what they appear, do the most damage if they turn out to be playing the long game. Anyone who's come and gone to this place a couple of times probably isn't all right in the head, anyway, but Brendan's self-aware enough to know the same could be said of him, so he takes a seat and tries to keep an open mind about this possible bad idea.]

Hey. Sorry if I was a bit negative when we were texting. In my defense: most guys are not gonna be in a great mood after getting a road dropped on them and then hearing nobody's getting real punishments in return.

[aberranthubris]

[ Charles has been there for a while. He arrived early too. Plenty early if you judge by the way he's managed to drink two cups of tea already and finish several chapters of the Origin of Genome Architecture.

He smiles a little owlishly when Brendan sits down and closes the book in hopes of keeping it out of his mind. ]

Hello. And that is understandable, no harm done. I don't think--

[ He is interrupted by a young waitress pausing beside their table with a pot of tea and she asks him if he wants a refill. Delighted, Charles offers his cup up to be refilled. ]

She keeps doing that, [ he says with a smile when she's gone. They don't serve to tables here but she's been kind enough to give him a little bit of extra attention because it still is a task to manoeuvre himself to the register and back with his chair. ]</small< Ah, I was going to say I don't think you ever mentioned your name.

[pale_blue_arrow]

[When Brendan glances at the book's title, his first thought is that he'll never get to the point in his science scores at school where that book would be even remotely readable. Then the waitress comes by and Brendan quirks an eyebrow at Charles.]

Brendan. Brendan Frye. And if I'm interrupting your flirting, hey, I can make myself scarce. She's cute.

[The smirk on his face indicates he's at least half-kidding, but honestly he just likes poking at people to get their reactions sometimes. He's not about to pass up the opportunity since, well, otherwise there's not a whole lot of jokes he can make about a guy in a wheelchair without feeling guilty. He's an asshole but there are limits.]

Wildcard

[dirtyredneck]

Daryl was nervous about this meeting. But the sandwich shop a few blocks from the center in De Chima was a familiar haunt and the tea good enough to draw him back now that Mako was gone. Sure he knew how to make his own because of her, but he never could get it quite right. The shop was a decent substitute. And being there would help his nerves.

He waited at the table Charles always seemed to like. Had moved one of the chairs to the side to clear room for the wheelchair and ordered a cup of tea for the other man. It was one he remembered him liking. He hoped that hadn't changed. Daryl had a much more mild tea for himself.

[aberranthubris]

It was easy to see that Daryl had been sitting here with Charles before. The chair being moved out of the way was the first sign that made Charles smile. The second would be the strong tea that he definitely preferred instead of coffee or mild tea.

He came in a few minutes late, having been stuck on a sidewalk for a moment. The cracks in there weren't exactly pleasant to roll over. He had had to dip into a lot of minds on his way to find this place as well. But it seemed like he had found the right place. Someone held a door open for him and he rolled right to the table with the chair moved aside, because he he took it as a sign.

"Daryl?" he asked as he offered his hand. "Charles Xavier. I'm glad to meet you in person."

[dirtyredneck]

Daryl stood and leaned across the table to take Charles' hand and give it a single, firm shake. He sat down as he nodded, lips pressed together to keep himself from saying 'yeah, I remember'. Because even if he did know the man, or who the man was supposed to be... Charles didn't know him. They were meeting again. For the first time. It was more than a little weird.

"Used to uh, come here a lot," he replied instead. "Best tea in the city or somethin' like it."

2

[therewillbeorder]

[This was a terrible idea but he didn't see what choice he had. The last thing he wanted to do was ask Kylo Ren for help with these new abilities he had but if he was going to use them to his advantage, he knew he needed some help.

It was a distasteful thought, he didn't trust anyone else here but the other man seemed to understand the need for discretion. He was able to find the coffee shop fairly easily, glancing around before his eyes fell on Charles. He took a seat opposite of him, clasping his hands on the table in front of him.]

I take it you are Charles Xavier. I appreciate you taking the time to meet with me today.

[aberranthubris]

[ Charles looked up from a heavy looking book about genetics and then took a breath, this must be the person who had been sending him text messages.

He smiled and offered his hand after he had closed the book and moved it aside. ]

Yes, I am. And I am pleased to meet you. I don't think you ever gave me your name.

[ He wondered why the secrecy surely, but he didn't question it for now. Neither did he take it upon himself to peek. ]

[therewillbeorder]

Hux.

[He reached over to shake Charles's hand, glancing over at the title of the book, a bit surprised to see someone who was familiar with magical abilities interested in anything related to science.]

I'm curious how this training would work. I normally don't associate with anything like magical abilities and the such.

Madam Ellington's - After class

[lightinside]

As promised Laurel is here after her shift. Well, outside the school really. She didn't think she would be allowed in because she wasn't a teacher nor did she have a child at the school. She's sitting on a bench a few feet away from the entrance, sipping on an ice cold lemonade - it's almost done by now because Laurel had been waiting for about fifteen minutes and it was fairly warm outside.

She was looking forward to catching up with the Professor and hopefully talk about her abilities again. Having someone who understood was incredibly helpful to her.

sorry for the delay!

[aberranthubris]

Charles finished with his day usually around three or four in the afternoon. He took his teaching materials and rolled out of the school followed by pleasant goodbyes and until tomorrows from the other staff.

He spotted her almost immediately, mostly because she had himself in her mind. It tended to send a loud whisper through his powers.

"Good afternoon," he said as he guided his chair to her and paused on the sidewalk with a pleasant smile.

1

[compressions]

Richard shows up in his usual ensemble - a loose fitting long sleeves shirt, jeans, and a bland grey hoodie. He's a bit nervous about this whole training business (he was a college dropout, after all, and wasn't always great at being a student even though he seemed like the typical studious nerd), and meeting new people face-to-face made him a bit antsy in general.

But, hey, he had been invited, so it wasn't like he was asking for help out of the blue, at least. He knocks on the door a couple times...and then a couple more times, with a bit more force, just in case his first few gentle knocks were too quiet.

[aberranthubris]

Knocking was completely unnecessary. Charles can hear the buzz of his thoughts even behind his shields. He keeps them propped up tightly because he doesn't want to be rude and wheels himself across the house. It takes a little bit more time than it usually would for most people. The house is easily accessible for him, though. There are no thresholds or stair. But he had to set aside his books at first and then move to the door to prop it open.

"Good evening," he says pleasantly as he rolls his wheelchair backward to give Richard room to enter. "Come in, come in." Once they're both inside the house, he offers a hand in a greeting. "I'm pleased to meet you in person."

Jean Grey

[jeaniegrey]

( A ) Home, girls just wanna have fun
[ Adjusting around here hasn't been too bad of a thing in all honesty and, besides, it's not like she isn't used to moving in somewhere else what with the school and all back in their world. She's settled in rather well, Erik even doing up a room for her (thankfully he didn't really take to decorating it... much) which she appreciates and has found some privacy within when she needs it. Plus? No nightmares to the point of shaking the place up or even melting the paint off the walls, so, it's progress and it makes her feel content here.

Who would have thought content and Erik would ever be used in the same sentence together.

So what's a girl to do with the day off and nothing at all planned whatsoever for the day? Well, listen to music and chill of course. The music is so very 80's (Cyndi Lauper's Girls Just Wanna Have Fun to be specific) and can easily be heard coming from the telepath's room where she may or may not (she totally is) be dancing in the middle of her room with various items in her room dancing about with her on their own. Telekinetics, honestly.

Visitors who happen to hear the 80's tunes coming from her room... you wouldn't embarrass her, would you? Join in? Wonder just how all those things are dancing along with her? Careful if you scare her lest you get smacked upside the head with a shoe by accident. ]

( B ) is for Bakery
[ Jean's out at the nearest bakery to collect some dinner rolls for whatever it is that Erik seems to be cooking up with the help of Charles. It's not that she had been requested to pick them up but, upon snooping before she headed out, she figured she'd contribute to dinner somehow and, so, dinner rolls it is... maybe something for dessert, too. The tarts look really nice, especially the ones with fruits on top but then she eyes the individual cheesecakes and small round mousse cakes that are on display in the pastry case. She figures she'll get a fruit tart for the professor, mousse cake for herself and cheesecake for Erik and is in the process of pulling out her wallet so that she can ask for one of each when...

...she discovers she doesn't really have all the money for that. Somehow. She really needs to get a better job.

Chewing on her lower lip, she tucks a few strands of red hair behind an ear and sighs. Well, so much for dessert then.

Maybe you notice the redhead heaving a sigh at the dessert display? Or maybe you're about five seconds away from getting smacked with a bag of dinner rolls as she grabs them with a swing of her arm. Heads up if so? ]

( C ) At the park
[ Ok, maybe getting out and not spending the day inside is a pretty good idea. Plus, she was wanting to grab a few things for her room anyways, like scented candles and maybe a couple more records. You know, stuff to make the room feel more like hers.

But rather than head back home so soon after getting what she wanted, she stops by the park and decides to feed the ducks in the water beneath the small bridge she stands on. She smiles as she tears off pieces of bread from her hot dog and drops them down, watching as the feathered fellas gobble it up and look up to her expectantly. Jean just huffs a little under her breath. ]

You guys sure are greedy, huh?

[ But with the way they're looking up to her, ruffling their feathers and honking away, she smiles and tosses a few more pieces down into the water until she has no more to throw. Of course, try telling that to the ducks. ]

Hey, you cleaned me out. I don't have any more, see?

[ She holds up her hands as if that might somehow convince them but she's only met with more of those stares and a couple more honks at her which, of course, causes Jean to raise a brow to them. No one else happens to have some bread or something for them, do they? Or maybe you want to tell her that's what you get for feeding the ducks? ]

WILDCARD
( if you want to find her somewhere else, go for it! )

a

[incogneto]

[ He might be cheating by turning his telepathic readability dial to zero.

He was going to come up anyway, and see if she needed more pillows or towels; he'd installed a new linen closet upstairs and was going to point it out to her, which is why he's standing in the doorway.

Standing in the doorway, waiting for her to notice.

And then, um: ]

Could I just interrupt for one moment?

[jeaniegrey]

[ The second Jean hears Erik's voice, everything that's been dancing in the bedroom flies across the room and a shoe just might be directly aiming for the other mutant's head... not at all on purpose of course.

Startled, red hair swings over her shoulder as she spins to look to Erik, the music cutting off almost instantly as she... well... stands there. Awkwardly. ]

Erik, I... I didn't hear you.

[ Chewing on her lower lip, she clasps her hands behind her back, trying to act natural as it were. ]

What's up?

a.

[aberranthubris]

[ Charles rather likes that song. And it makes him feel actually like at home. Something that hasn't happened a lot here. It's been a little hard to adjust to this place, to be completely honest.

It's the first time he's ventured upstairs on his own. The elevator still makes him feel a little claustrophobic. But he's looking around in the rooms and finally comes to her door, knocking politely. ]

Jean, may I come in?

[jeaniegrey]

[ At least someone does.

Like her music and knock.

Charles is one who never really needs to knock, though, Jean somehow always aware of his presence and it being the reason why it had bothered her so when she had suddenly felt it lost from her.

Thankfully, it's back and she turns when she hears the professor's voice. ]

Oh, yeah, sure.

[ It's then that the music cuts and the various items drop to the floor, Jean crouching down to pick some of them up as the door gently opens. ]

What's up, professor?