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[It has taken him a couple of days to sort himself out, to wrap his head around the idea that there had been a duplicate version of himself here on the ship, a man who was now gone. To also wrap his head around the idea of there being two versions of Alex Summers aboard the ship, as well as Erik who did not have any of Charles' memories and of course, Raven.

Raven, whom he had not seen in over seven months. How, exactly, do you even begin to try to explain all of that, let alone wrap your head around a ship like Tranquility?

It was a hell of a learning curve, that was for certain but now it was time to get out there and get to work.

So he switched on the video, device pointed towards himself where he sat on his bed in the room he now shared with Erik. His smile was polite, perhaps a little more reserved than usual but hopefully welcoming enough.]

Ah, right then, hello.

Some of you may recognize me, as I have been informed that I have most recently been here up until the latest, 'jump' I believe it is known as. My name is Charles Xavier and I am, genetically speaking, the same man who was here before the jump.

However, in the same breath I am not that same man.

For example. [He sets the device back and then stands up from where he had been sitting on his bed. Taking a couple of steps, he turns around, obviously completely ambulatory before coming back to sit down on the bed.] There are also some other differences but those are not important at the moment.

What is important is that I am afraid I do not have any prior memories of this ship or what has occurred during the time my other self was here. [Though Erik had given him access to his communication device to catch up on prior events, though for now Charles kept that bit of information to himself.]

Raven? Alex, Angel and Havok? I know this must be rather confusing but if possible I would very much like a chance to talk with each of you. I am sharing a room with Erik, if you would like to speak face to face. I am uncertain about the level of privacy we can assume across these devices.

In a similar vein, if there is anyone else, who knew me before and would like to speak with me now, I am of course more than willing to make myself available. Though I understand that this might not be the most comfortable set of circumstances.

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[ She did not know the previous Charles, but she does know Erik (she knows him quite well, in fact, given the circumstances of their friendship and her subsequent murder as a result). But her thoughts of him are not tinged with unhappiness, though there is that sliver of shadow that always comes with death. In fact, she seems endlessly happy to know that Erik has someone he trusts well enough to live with. ]

You are acquainted with Erik? [ She smiles slightly. ] Are the two of you— friends?

[Of course he does not recognize her, unfortunately but when she mentions Erik he smiles with warm politeness and nods.][He chuckles softly at her second question and his smile is obviously fond.]

A fair enough definition for the moment, yes. Yes, I would count us friends. And yourself?

[ She knows that Erik has made enemies across the Network — sometimes his rhetoric chafes and his philosophies do not always sit well with others. She is glad that they are not only acquantences, but friends.

A nod. ] I am uncertain as to whether he would be so generous with his words, but yes— he and I are friends.

And if you and he keep close council, I will endeavor so that we may be friends as well. [ A beat and she dips (a curtsey). ] If it please you, Charles Xavier.

I would certainly rather call a person a friend, than an enemy. [Charles returned, bowing his head in response to her curtsy.] So such would be my wish as well.

Though it would help if I may have the honor of your name?

[He asks the question with a warm and welcoming smile.]

If only more people shared your outlook. Perhaps there would be far less strife in this world. [ Though her tone remains generous and kind there is something in her eyes that says she knows more of hardship than a girl her age should, that her words are not simply empty platitudes, but perhaps are a true and genuine wish.

Another curtsey. ] I forget my manner, forgive me. I am Alayne Stone, daughter of Lord Petyr Baelish. And I welcome you to the Tranquility and offer whatever aid I may provide.

It is certainly an ideal worth striving towards. [He will agree, even as a part of his heart sinks on the almost near certainty that this ship is not going to make such an outlook easy.

Shaking off his unease, he'll smile, warmly, instead.]

It is a pleasure to meet you, Miss Stone. Have you been on the Tranquility long then?

[ In truth, Alayne knows that such ideals often die along with the men that hold them. Goodness is sometimes met with goodness but oftentimes met with cruelty from those who would look to abuse it and twist it to their own ends. Still, she keeps those thoughts to herself, nodding instead. ]

This is counted as the seventh jump and I have been here since the third. It has taken me a long time to grow accustomed to the ship. [ Sheepishly, she ducks her head. ] Perhaps it is obvious to you that I am from a place quite different.

[ Her hair is done up elaborately above her head, braids and buns and knotwork. She wears also a dress native to Westeros and at her throat wears the sigil of House Baelish — a mockingbird. ]

That sounds like quite some time.

[He says with a sober expression.] And I can only imagine. I would be a great deal more lost than I am, were it not for the fact that I have spent some months away from my dimension or origin. Even with those experiences, I am finding this ship to already be a steep learning curve.

[The truth was, he would have kept quiet for awhile longer, worked hard at gathering what information he could before reaching out across the network. However, with certain events, he felt the need to touch base with his team as well as those who had known Charles and it seemed, knew Erik.]

If you will forgive me the question, may I ask where and when you come from?

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[ He is quite courteous and thoughtful, Alayne thinks — quite appropriate company for a man like Erik. Again, it pleases Alayne in a private way. Erik strikes her as a man very much on his own, sometimes; it is good that he should have that solitude tempered. ] Consider the question forgiven; this place gives birth to many, both of the ship and those around us. I could not hold your curiosity against you and hope you will forgive any of my own.

I come from a place called the Fingers, in the eastern most kingdom of Westeros — known as the Vale. And, by last accounts, it was the 300th year following Aegon's Landing. No doubt the name is unfamiliar to you, as it was unfamiliar to Erik as well.

[Charles listens, attentively to her explanation of her own origin. He has met people from worlds other than Earth so that does not come as quite a shock, though he is just as quick to look incredibly curious.]

An entirely differently world, yes indeed! I would love to hear more about it, at some time if you would be willing?

[Sorry Alayne but you are talking to a bonafide nerd when it comes to people and cultures.]

I sound incredibly rude there, don't I? I'm sorry, it is just that the idea of being able to talk to humanoid species and I don't mean that to sound as gauche as it does, is not something I ever expected to experience in my life.

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