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[forgodssake]

Good evening, Tranquility. I have two queries, unrelated.

With regards to the science department, I'd like to be directed towards any appointed leaders in this structure, as I have some general questions that might save me a bit of reading. Both in regards to whether I can be of assistance, and what has happened previously. I refer, of course, to the laboratories.

My second question pertains to the red-worded Smiley character. I think it wants this Charlotte person harmed, as opposed to simply found. As much as I too find her posting rather concerning, I'm moved to wonder what it could possibly gain from her being stopped. Or silenced.

I realise neither of those possess a single question mark. You'll have to humour me. You're welcome to use the picture/sound communications if that's easier.


Cheers,
Prof. Charles Xavier

Addendum: A third question, for those with technological and/or magic skill. Apropos of nothing, is there a means of securing a posting against one individual?

Comments

[forgodssake]

What a fantastic bit of reasoning that is.

[ He can't help it. This thought slashes knifeish and frustrated through their communication, but Charles forces himself to stomp it down.

It isn't the time. ]

What's it like in there?

[redhotsummers]

[Well that gets a spike, a flare of anger crashing though him.]

Smiley saved my life, repeatedly. I may be his guinea-pig but it's better than going blindly into a fucking control room.

It's none of your business.

[Alex is reacting badly to those words, Charles. Very badly.]

[forgodssake]

[ Too bad Alex can't hear the s i g h on the other end of this line. ]

I'm sorry, Alex, I'm just worried. We can fuss about the details another time, because this is everyone's business.

Describe to me what's happened to engineering.

[ His tone is gentler, urgent, bordering on paternal -- he can see, through Alex's eyes, in strained glimpses, but he's never been to engineering before. ]

[redhotsummers]

The whole place is fucked. That woman tore it up from the inside.

I--I know nothing about this stuff, but my friends are here, that do.

[Josias is here; and he's going to do whatever it takes to help him. Charles probably would feel the burst of feeling at the thought. Pretty damn close to love, there. Even if Alex won't admit it.]

I can help. We're going to make sure the ship doesn't blow.