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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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[skjalf]

[ she has met aliens, an a.i. "ghost" and knows that there are those who can "magick up" anything they wish here. and nuada already shocked her appearance-wise not long after her arrival. truly, she has seen many things which the church would condemn here and which her society would expect a woman of her station to fear.

she does enjoy being defended, but not being needlessly frightened. because something is different does not make it bad. (if only she could feel this way about her magic, but alas.) and fear is easy. fear is safe. as she has thought before, this place is neither.

to be faint of heart here is to be at a tremendous disadvantage. and cost her people who might have truer and better hearts than many folk at her uncle's court do. so she smiles back at raven, finding her beautiful, and utterly singular. she is very clearly a young woman for all her bright colouring, not much older or younger than she. it helps. ]

Raven, then. We are well-met. I confess, your jest was quite—

[ she breaks off abruptly when the voice pipes up behind her, and then the camera goes haywire. elizabeth is left staring at her screen, and eventually clears her throat in order to ask as calmly as possible: ]

Ah, your pardon, but are both of you all right?

[anybodies]

Ow, [other Charles says, or at least, one of the Charleses says it-- it's probably a little confusing from Elisabeth's perspective, shaky-cam and lens spun at furniture rather than any particular speaker. Also,] Ow.

No, [he adds.] He's heavy-- there's a beer gut joke in here some--ow--


--the worst I'd wish on anyone-- [ the other Charles is muttering throughout scuffle, indignance only lending emphasis over a few syllables at being called fat.

The view suddenly goes dark, even though the video feed continues, sound dimming muffled with the mic pressed into bed sheets. ] ...ime the joke was being remarkably dense, I thought. Hold on--

[ The view wings wide, and this other Charles peers into the view, at an awkward angle. To see it transmitting, brightly blue (somewhat bloodshot eyes) widen, and he squawks-- ]

Rave--!

[ --and panic disconnects. ]