( one ) mirror

[romanticism]

[The mirror begins showing a view of Tyke, somewhere in the jungle, a frown of consideration pinching her brow as she looks down at the surface. After a moment, sure that it's "on", she turns to the side, image wobbling violently as the mirror is passed - possibly a little forcefully. There's a very blurred view of more jungle, a brief glimpse of Charles Xavier, and then the image finally settles on Oxford.

Who, for the record, is wearing a somewhat amused but unimpressed smile. Making the new(ish) boy do all the talking, hm? It’s hard work, being the prettiest face for camera. Since, yes, that’s what they based the decision on for who was doing the talking.]

Good day — [What, fellow stranded jungle dwellers? Oxford tries not to wear his most corporate, people-pleasing smile. This isn’t a generic business speech, this matters, and as a result, his expression is faintly grim.] I’m Oxford, most of you will know Tyke and Charles. Some of you will also know we recently went on something of an adventure, and that’s what I’m here to talk about.

The long and short of it is that we appear to be stuck within a particular territory. A sizeable territory, admittedly, but still something of a limitation in the grand scheme of things, I’m sure you agree. [There is a possibility someone here is either giving him a look or a pinch that says get on with it. Oxford laughs mildly, gesturing with a vague hand in a vague direction.] Once you hit a certain distance out there, you start getting nosebleeds, headaches, and my strong recommendation is not to keep going. Please.

[And people using themselves as living test subjects, which he keeps to himself but adds a light note of strain to his voice.]

While we don’t know exactly what it is, we have our suspicions that it’s something to do with the… consciousness that Charles discovered before, that we’re still connected to it. Tethered, if you will. We realise it doesn’t seem like much information, but if you have any further questions, we’ll try to answer them to the best of our advantage. Take care out there, everyone. Don’t push your luck with the perimeter, if you happen to reach it. [He pulls a sudden grin, seemingly out of nowhere.] And now I’m done talking in my daft teacher-voice, you’ll be glad to know.

( ooc: replies are likely to come from oxford, tyke and charles! post is backdated to a couple of days after the stampede. )

Comments

mirror

[throwsdown]

[Ah...]

What's a - consci-ousness? What's that? Is it like the ship, 'cus of how it made people hurt?

[Or maybe it's like the strange man that almost choked him. In the jump room.]

mirror

[puppydogeyes]

He means the thing in the ship that was doing all that-- [Don't say shit to the kid, Taylor.] stuff to us, yeah. But consciousness just means being able to perceive, like everyone has. Hurting people is a choice.

mirror

[throwsdown]

Oooh. Like the thing in the ship!

[He thinks he understands! Resnik talked about it before.]

Like what it did to the man who looked like Mr. Ned the pie man, when the ship needed to jump far.

What's percieve mean? Does that mean the ship's really like a person? Like me and you?

mirror

[puppydogeyes]

[Talking to kids is not her strong suit, sense of half of what he'd said eluding her. So she sticks to what she can.]

If it was like that they'd have a better word for it. [The telepaths.] It means it's something aware, but it's not like us. Not like anything we know.

mirror

[throwsdown]

[It's okay Miss Tyke, you'll get it one of these days.

He does keep the strange battle in mind — actually, it'd been such a mess lately, he had never gotten the chance to talk to anyone about it. Since Heather'd... Anyway, he hasn't gotten the chance to talk to anyone about it.

He leans on his palms, making a thoughtful sound.]

Is it the kinda' aware stuff that makes people do bad things...? It makes them make bad choices?

mirror | there have one more person

[ontheline]

Ahaaaa. I didn't travel as far out, but I've heard it's not so good.

[So they're still caged, in a sense. Great.]

Considering the ship still seems capable enough to cause jumps, I'm not surprised we have limits even still.

[forgodssake]

[ Charles looks rough and underslept and dirtier than he likes to be. It's evident where rain and fingers have made patterns in the film of grit on his face. His mirror shows him, and the canopy above. ]

I wouldn't want to assign motive to this thing too quickly. The jumps its causing are clearly much weaker than the ones we've experienced previously. It could be a passive effect, something we can overthrow given time and practice.

1/2

[ontheline]

I wouldn't say motive — just that it's still capable of impacting us despite being a giant sinking scrap city. [He hums thoughtfully, though.] Considering what I've been noticing about this planet so far, maybe staying close is a better idea anyway.

[ontheline]

...

You look awful, by the way! Take a few naps.

Unless you just need some angelic motivation!

[forgodssake]

[ That gets a wry (tired) smile. ]

I can't wait for a few naps. Precisely seven of them might just about do the trick. [ He rubs his hand against his cheek, clearing away from dirt. Ugh. ] What've you been noticing about the planet?

[ontheline]

[Ha haaaaaaaaaaa.]

Between the strange crypt full of skeletons, the small bursts of missing supplies, and the spears lodged in those creature's sides?

Nothing at all.

[SASSY TODAY.

But you get his point.

We're not alone. And that's probably not good.]

[altercate]

So whatever it was that had hold on us before still has hold of us.

[ awesome. ]

Can Tyke talk?

[ the most awkward request. ]

[romanticism]

[ oh. look who it is. ]

Apparently we're just too good to resist. Even without regular showers.

[ and john's expression is perhaps an unusually enthusiastic grin. ]

She could, and I will pass you along to her shortly, but — Derek, isn't it?

[altercate]

[ this isn't tyke!! ]

Surprisingly.

[ derek's nose objects to the lack of regular showering :c ]

Right. Derek Hale. [ whaaat's happening ] Is that relevant?

[romanticism]

Immensely so! Well, to me perhaps.

[ casting a glance away from the mirror (towards tyke, let's be honest), his grin does not falter for a moment. he's like the worst embarrassing parent in the world, unwilling to say anything obvious but act like a total idiot. delightful, really. ]

I've heard about you from Tyke, but not had the opportunity to actually introduce myself properly, so it's a pleasure to meet you.

[altercate]

[ derek could not look more skeptical about this turn of events WHERE'S TYKE ]

Likewise. [ dryly ] She's told you about me?

[ WHAT EXACTLY HAVE YOU HEARD IT'S ALL LIES maybe ]

[kutte]

You guys missed a stampede.

[ heyyyyyyyy folks ]

[puppydogeyes]

[What is that face Jax.]

A stampede of what.

[kutte]

Don't think Lensherr's named 'em yet.

[puppydogeyes]

He shouldn't be in charge of naming anything anyway.

[kutte]

I suggested he put it up to a vote, but that didn't fly.

[ a beat, then-- ]

Something caused them to stampede. There were spears stuck in a couple of them.

mirror;

[suddenlycaptain]

And that 'certain distance' is...?

mirror;

[puppydogeyes]

Twenty-four clicks from the ship, approximately. [A beat.] You're back.

mirror;

[suddenlycaptain]

[ A nod. ] Jump before last. I heard it's been- a while.

And I still don't have a clear picture of what the hell happened while I was gone, but I've heard no one can really remember.

mirror;

[puppydogeyes]

Yeah? [Slightly surprised.] My head got clear a while back. But there was a lot of shit going on.