001 ♕ Video ⊗ "The Best thing for being sad is to learn something."

[butwedonot]

[ The feed begins with a tired but kindly looking countenance splayed across Charles' features. The faintest crook at the corner of his mouth and the lift of one inquisitive brow. It's taken him a bit to learn to make a broadcast of his own, but fortunately he's adept enough to make a quick study. He addresses those whom might, or might not be viewing, directly. ]

Hello, Charles Xavier-- I've just arrived, amongst a few others I assume, and have two requests:

First, I've been alerted to the basic information of my situation and that of this ship, as it were; though I find it a bit... lacking. If anyone can provide me with more information I would be grateful. I've discovered a few things in a simple assessment of what I've seen thus far through these telecommunication based devices-- and of course in simple observance of the parts of the ship I've seen-- however nothing near a proper assessment of the current status of the ship and those aboard it.

Secondly, I've a request of a more personal nature-- more akin to a favor if you will--. As it stands my mobility is a bit challenged with the chair I've been provided; and it's inclined to make a horrid squeaking noise. [ He winces a bit at the recollection. ] Which, even on it's own, is quite impressive and entirely irritating. Essentially, I need a grease or lubricant of some sort. I've not got much to offer in return, unless you're fond of a glass of scotch.

[ He folds his hands at his waist leaning back a bit, ] Anyhow, excuse the intrusion, thank you for the moment of your time.

Comments

video; 1/3

[darkholme]

You're back! [blurted out yes because wow, is she glad to see him. she feels dizzy with it, like a head rush - unexpected but very welcome. ]

I didn't think--

video;

[darkholme]

Why are-


Why are you in a chair?

video;

[darkholme]

Where are you, are you okay? Did something happen during the jump? I don't-- I've never-

Where are you?

video;

[butwedonot]

[ He's thrown understandably off kilter by the sudden exuberance of Raven and it takes him several seconds to adjust to that but she's already changing in expression and he has to follow the logical path of her words. The lack of understanding. What does she mean what happened--? ]

You were there Raven I-- [ He staggers for a moment with his words because this is hardly something she'd forget; which makes the situation far more complex than he had first assumed. ]

I'm in my room-- ah, [ A bit of hand-waved directions here, ] I fear something might be terribly amiss.

video;

[agtcarter]

Hello, Mr. Xavier. I'm Peggy Carter. [There's an air of professionalism about her but she's smiling and looks friendly.]

I think I would be able to get you something for the chair.

video;

[butwedonot]

Pleasure Miss Carter. [ It's always nice to see someone who come across as amicable enough, also her appearance dissuades a few notions he's had about the ship in all it's oddities. ]

I would be quite in your debt if you could.

video;

[agtcarter]

A pleasure to meet you as well. [Peggy had no reason not to be amiable and it wasn't different in this case. ]

Oh, I wouldn't expect anything in return. You need help and I am willing to do what I can.

action;

[doomhoops]

[ Alex moves from inspecting the various things in Charles room to peering over his shoulder at the comm device he'd just been talking into curiously. ]

I can go look for stuff if you need me to.

action;

[butwedonot]

[ He offers a bit of a smile toward Alex, as helpful as he's been already and good intentioned Charles would rather not have either of them wandering around the sip just yet. It's far easier once one can gauge the others whom they're currently interned. ]

Perhaps if it has to be done, but for now I'm not sure that's entirely wise. [ A beat, ] But thank you Alex.

action;

[doomhoops]

[ It makes sense, though Alex thinks he could probably handle it on his own (spoilers: Alex thinks he can handle everything on his own), but he nods, sitting back on one of the beds. ]

Haven't seen Sean or Hank. [ He pauses for a second, glancing around. ] You think they made it, or... [ There are a million other 'or's there and none of them seem very good to Alex right now. ]

video;

[wont]

[ A young woman with dark brown hair, the color of burnt wood, answers. Her tone is politely curious and, if Charles is so inclined to notice, her style of dress and hair is more than its fair share of anachronistic, as is her manner of speech. ]

—a chair, you say?

video;

[butwedonot]

A chair indeed. [ There is a pause on his end as he presses his lips together, not irritated so much as wondering on how he should elaborate or reply. IT seemed she lacked the knowledge of a wheelchair-- for whatever reason, he wasn't yet ready to guess. ]

My legs don't work properly, it helps me get around.

video;

[wont]

[ A dozen questions bloom in Alayne' mind. Was it an accident? Had he been born a cripple? Did they have wheeled chairs in his world as well? Were they as easy to use as the others had claimed them to be? Sansa Stark's brother Bran now used a chair, though with a certain amount of difficulty, and so Alayne's curiosity blooms at the prospect of meeting someone else who used one as well. ]

A wheeled chair, is it not? Forgive me, please, I am only newly acquainted with such things. Though necessity has required that I become familiar and quick.

text

[syllogism]

Sounds like you're a new addition to the paraplegia club with which I'm becoming acquainted
Since I can offer assistance through prosthetics or robotic mechanisms.
If you're willing to pursue either of those options,
I could offer more than simple lubricants for the wheels on your chair.
Sup.

text

[butwedonot]

Fairly new, yes.

I don't think a prosthetic would work properly, as I've got very little movement below the point of fracture. It's kind of you to offer, however. [ Sixties tech is not entirely advanced and the best they could offer him was entirely unable to give him any more mobility than a wheelchair. ]

Sup? What is a sup?

text

[syllogism]

Welcome aboard the space ship Tranquility.
Have you met anyone on board who's from the same place you're from?
At this point, you've likely observed that there's an assortment of passengers from different places and times.
Seems like many of us have come from different worlds or universes
With varying degrees of technological advancement.
Therefore, in the event you undergo medical assessment
And are cleared for prosthetics or robotic implements, my offer still stands.
"Sup" is an abbreviated way of saying "What's up?" or "How is it going?" or "How do you do?"
It's commonly used to open or segue into conversation, but it can also be used as a greeting.
Sup, Charles Xavier.
Any specific way you'd prefer to be addressed?
By the way, my name is Dirk Strider.
I'm good with Strider, DStrider, Di-Stri, and so on,
Or we could keep it short and sweet with just Dirk.

anon text; locked

[target]

room number?

text;

[butwedonot]

[ There is a long pause where Charles debates giving his room number to some sort of anonymous messenger before his curiosity gets the better of him. ]

....forty-two?

anon text;

[target]

[It's another twenty minutes before Wesley replies again. He's taken a brief trek back to leave a screwtop jar outside Charles' door, containing a slightly limited amount of grease meant for keeping weapons in check. But it should do the same job.]

knock knock

voice.

[swagneto]

[ There's a delay in between Erik reading this and Erik replying, and it's not just because of the uncertainty underlying their current status; things may have been put off between them, because they no longer know where they stand, and Alex wasn't helping with his issues over what Erik had done, something he had no choice, but to defend what he believed in.

In spite of that argument, if it could be called as such, Erik had walked away feeling far more defeated than he had on the shores of Cuba that day, when Charles had spoken words deliberately setting them apart, and even now he felt relegated to that role, a vulnerability Erik has never allowed himself. The helmet set apart in the privacy of his room, and he trusts Charles will at least respect that mentality they established months ago. That sort of vulnerability had never been allowed from him, exposed now and needless to say, it was the sort of thing he hadn't anticipated. ]

Information someone like you should have picked up instead of asking. [ Perhaps said a bit harshly given what they've been through together, but possession works in odd ways, feeding on the inner resentment that Erik harbored, tucking it away. To an extent, he simply expected Charles to have picked up on the information, though he'd never concede it willingly - until the words left his own lips. So much for tact, Erik, unfortunately it's not something he'll regain. ]

voice;

[butwedonot]

Erik. [ And his tone is low, not confessional but a bit devoid of the boastful sort of hue that usually coils around his words. ] I'm not above common decency. [ It's a quiet moment as he's assured he ought to be offended by what's being said-- even if he knows why it's being said. Charles knows that he hasn't exactly had the best track record with staying out of others minds but they had discussed this; he had given respect afterward to Erik's privacy and had stayed out of Raven's some time before... everything had happened. For a long period there's silence on his end of the line as if he's entirely unsure how to react to what's been said to him-- the first instinct to get upset overridden by confusion and perhaps a bit of hurt. ]

Besides, I see no real harm in asking; finding out what sort of people are here, how they communicate and things such as that.

voice;

[swagneto]

[ Charles should be upset, and were it an entirely different affair and Erik had control over himself, he wouldn't have ever said this, wouldn't have made any of the callous remarks he'd be saying. But when their history runs deeper than anything Erik has known, it's a vulnerability he had allowed himself, and far too late to change anything that's been said and done. Erik is the perfect target, not just in history, but the passion he carries, and the care he offers Charles that's so easily defiled. ]

Like you were ever one for asking, Charles. Always managed to get things your way, didn't you? [ Erik has every intention of pushing till Charles gets hurt, deliberately instigating comments he knows will have such an effect, anything to make his stay within Erik that much more secure, offer up that much more of a result for the other demons. ]

[video]

[wolfdreamer]

[Alayne has asked of the wheeled chair already--and some part of Bran thinks that he does not want to speak with anyone else who uses these chairs, does not want to think more on broken things--but even so, this person catches his interest--]

There are other wheeled chairs that might be used. We saw several waiting for someone to lay claim to them. [He hesitates, and adds:] Who provided the chair of your complaint?

video;

[butwedonot]

A-- [ Friend? Was that what Erik was still? Charles found an ache in the fact he was unsure of what to call him, and so he corrects himself. ] Someone I know-- it was probably just the first available; hardly anything to worry about I'd think.

IF I can't fix it then I'll probably attempt to make my way back down to replace it; thank you for the information.

video;

[wolfdreamer]

But it is not yours. It did not come with you, I mean.

[It's a small but rather important distinction, and Bran nods, confirming it to himself as fact even as he is half-asking the question. The nod, too, is toward the thanks.]