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[anybodies]

Hello, my dear friends and employees, or otherwise unpaid labor, of varying qualifications and levels of skill. [The woman in the video looks like a man, actually.

Specifically, a younger specimen, fair-skinned, possibly English in ancestry for those of us for whom the idea of England has not gone entirely out of style or yet to come in. He has squidgy eyes, floppy brown hair, a smirk that gets him laid, sometimes, usually only if he's using it to format a particularly nerdy pick-up line. Charles probably looks approximately as inebriated as the last time you saw him, if you saw him since Arima, but that certainly is his comm device.] This is Charles Xavier, whom you should recognize as the leadership of the recent Xenobiology undertaking in the etcetera etcetera.

[He waves, vaguely. Etcetera. From the perspective of the video, it appears that the left half of his shirt buttons has been closed up two holes too high, leaving the front obviously misaligned.]

I regret to report that I'm entirely pants at drinking, and I am in consequence quite shagged. Not in the fun way, [he reassures.] No, I reassure you in that department I remain devoutly deprived. However, I would like to encourage you all to take the day off work, as I will be nursing a hangover in the thing. [He gestures off-screen, vaguely also.] And we must lead by example. Tuhraah.

[Click.]


(OOC: Done with permission.)

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[redhotsummers]

[And well, Alex is laughing.]

He's going to kill you, Raven.

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[anybodies]

Well I would probably have to be sobuh to commit such an egregious crime against my oldest friend, [Charles responds. Charles who is, of course, actually Raven.

She gives up the half-assed ruse the next instant. Flashes a golden iris: metamorph wink, out of place in the midst of Charles' pale face.] You think?

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[redhotsummers]

Well, maybe, but I think it's pretty fucking funny.

[He's glad someone around here knows how to lighten the mood. And remind him how he used to be. He hasn't been a joker for a long time.]

[favouring]

( nuala, who hasn't seen him since arima and is increasingly concerned about it, is puzzled enough to respond in spite of the fact that she's still resting more often than she isn't, attending to work duties from the comfort of the flet and her bed. she knows about raven, and about raven's power, and that raven is here, but nevertheless it isn't her first assumption. it's always best to rule out the simplest option first. )

...did you intend this so public, dear?

( bemused. )

[anybodies]

[Confronted by the vision that is Nuala, Charles lifts his eyebrows and settles them again. It seems apparent from his display that he and Nuala are acquainted, though one suspects that Charles Xavier might be anal retentive enough to while away extra hours perusing the network and creating contacts with whom he has never spoken. At least, one would suspect, if one were not already Charles Xavier.]

Quite. Yes. I suppose. [He peers at her speculatively. Her complexion is really lovely.] If I might ask, with due awareness of the public nature of this communique-quay, how far along would you say our flirtation has gone?

[favouring]

( raven don't cockblock your brother. his game isn't running laps around your impression of it and he's so close to making it with elf royalty. )

--Charles.

( taken aback!!! ...not disputing that they have one??? )

[darkart]

Thrilled as I am at your apparent miraculous recovery from near-debilitating exhaustion and probable head injury, I have just now made an executive decision to extend your recovery leave until further notice, to be determined by myself, under criteria involving extreme sobriety.

[anybodies]

Groovy.

do you reckon we might discoures some time abou tour experiences on arima though? I think idb enefit from expositon pip pip

[darkart]

Which experiences, the bank heist or our torrid affair?

[ The jig might be up. ]

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[skjalf]

[ what is going on here? she has absolutely no idea, only that she is supposed to be broody and sad. no one could really blame her after being given an earful of her future.

but somehow, she finds this funny enough to smile a little. ]

I.. believe this colloquialism is new. Pants at drinking.

[anybodies]

Newish, [the man equivocates, squinting.

(Inwardly, Mystique wonders at this girl. Her smile is so very small.)] I'm usually pants at other things. Like ice-skating. And confining my signature to allotted space. You should have a go now, it's a very useful colloquialism.

[skjalf]

How new? [ she will indulge this man and his humour.

it keeps her thoughts from straying too far into sad territory. which is why her smile is so small to begin with. it broadens a very little bit. ]

I have never heard of ice skating before, but I believe I am quite pants at gardening.

locked; anon but it's video so

[lostsoldier]

[ And lo, the screen flicks on in response, to four metal fingers curled into a fist perpendicular to a table-top, and the fifth—

A thumbs up. :) ]

[anybodies]

[Xavier squints.]

Are we friends now. The distinction is all sixes and sevens even when I'm sobuh.

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[askedtobe]

Never thought you were much of the take a day off work kinda guy. [ This is oh so wrong, but oh so amusing. ]

[anybodies]

[Charles nods sympathetically.]

It's difficult to predict how outrageously cool I am.

[askedtobe]

[ okay, i'm sorry but that's crack the fuck up worthy. ]

Nah, it's difficult to predict when you're gonna have an outright personality change.

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[ex_agoodsoldier468]

Something tells me you're more than a little "shagged." [ Obvious, much, but it's not like Jason's so skilled as to be able to just pick out a shapeshifter at the drop of a hat. ]

[anybodies]

I would definitely know if I were more than a little shagged, [the mutant retorts, standing a little bit straighter, even though you can't really notice the [negligible] increase in height on close-up video,] seeing as I know everything, good sir.

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[sorrycharles]

[ Flat affect. Erik is clean and clean-shaven over coffee, button down and jacket foregone in favor of turtleneck and leather. ]

Tuhraah, [ he echoes.

He sounds like he still has soot in his pipes. ]

[anybodies]

You can't start a video with good-byes, Erik, [Charles informs him, helpfully. By now, he's speaking from bed, his hair starfished out on the flat of a standard-issue Tranquility pillow.

He does not seem bothered by the number of departmentally-unrelated individuals who have responded to his missive.]

[kutte]

Shit, Chuckie. You weren't kidding when you talked about casual Fridays.

[ is it friday? who knows ]

dw will u post this gd comment

[anybodies]

I'm only ever facetious about grave injuries and true love, [Charles replies, grandly.] And only my own.

[A beat. His left eyebrow twitches.]

Did you just call me Chuckie.

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Huh. ]

[anybodies]

Wwwwell helllllo, lovely bird.

[ 8) damn son. ]


How are you and your MC1R proteins this evening!