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Who: Charles Xavier (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
axiomed) & you
What: fixing up cures, institute business, etc
When: The month of October
Where: The Simwe Institute, around
Warning(s): N/A so far. Please remember to use Charles' permission post for telepathy.
[ 1. lecture hall ]
[ The best way to deal with paranoia and fear is through knowledge. Charles' calm and steady demeanor does not change when he offers lessons and lectures at the Institute. Basic knowledge, like how to deal with emergencies. How to disinfect wounds and handle unknown illnesses. They rarely last longer than an hour, but Charles keeps them going through out the month and informs them at the end that people are more than welcome to approach him during his off hours if they need help or support or simply someone to listen to.
The crowds disperse, but the mood is still heavy. He sighs, seeing people approach him but puts on a warm smile. ]
Can I help you?
[ 2. the labs. ]
[ Whatever spare time he has is devoted to working on the cures. He directs any volunteers to the ingredients and a set of directions, even allowing them to deviate and try different variations, in hopes that they might reach a potential cure that might help everyone. He then stores and counts the samples every day. It was tiring him out, but it was good work, work that could save lives and Charles couldn't rest easy knowing there was just so much that needed doing.
At least, he has managed to create a temporary cure for the rising temperatures, but it needed to be managed carefully. Visitors, helpers, volunteers are all welcome here, whether they know Charles or not. He won't turn anyone away. ]
[ CLOSED TO JEAN GREY ]
[ While Charles had appreciated Mercy's level-headedness as his room-mate and the ease in which they navigated around their lives, it was clear that Charles was going to move once Jean was here. Thankfully, he didn't have much in the way of personal items. A few clothes, notes and his device were packed in his duffel bag. He turns the strange glowstick he had received, wondering if it was worth keeping or whether he should simply pass it on to Jean or John. It changes colour when ill intent was nearby. For now, he puts it inside the bag before turning to Jean. ]
Do you have everything you need? It's not far.
[ CLOSED TO CASSANDRA CAIN ]
[ Teaching was still Charles' driving motivator and having a student again, even one not from his school was enough to ease some of the tension in his life. Though he's not entirely sure where to start. He gathers up his materials, clearing out his desk in a fit of nervousness. He never thought he'd teach again, once the school was gone. That was it, the end, even as Charles told others he would keep going. The loss still hangs heavy in his heart and he struggles to move past it.
But he would continue to try.
A knock on the door. Charles straightens. ]
It's open. Come in.
[ CLOSED TOBRUCE WAYNE ALAN FOSTER ]
[ They meet up every few weeks or so at the cafe where they had their first talk. Purely business for the most part. After Charles' confession, he had been careful not to do or say much else. It's always a tentative period, trying to figure out where he might stand. Or how quickly that might change. Because it could always change. Still, Charles isn't going to let his fear rule his ability to move forward so he makes time for Bruce whenever he can. ]
It's been some time since we met in person. How are you?
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axiomed) & youWhat: fixing up cures, institute business, etc
When: The month of October
Where: The Simwe Institute, around
Warning(s): N/A so far. Please remember to use Charles' permission post for telepathy.
[ 1. lecture hall ]
[ The best way to deal with paranoia and fear is through knowledge. Charles' calm and steady demeanor does not change when he offers lessons and lectures at the Institute. Basic knowledge, like how to deal with emergencies. How to disinfect wounds and handle unknown illnesses. They rarely last longer than an hour, but Charles keeps them going through out the month and informs them at the end that people are more than welcome to approach him during his off hours if they need help or support or simply someone to listen to.
The crowds disperse, but the mood is still heavy. He sighs, seeing people approach him but puts on a warm smile. ]
Can I help you?
[ 2. the labs. ]
[ Whatever spare time he has is devoted to working on the cures. He directs any volunteers to the ingredients and a set of directions, even allowing them to deviate and try different variations, in hopes that they might reach a potential cure that might help everyone. He then stores and counts the samples every day. It was tiring him out, but it was good work, work that could save lives and Charles couldn't rest easy knowing there was just so much that needed doing.
At least, he has managed to create a temporary cure for the rising temperatures, but it needed to be managed carefully. Visitors, helpers, volunteers are all welcome here, whether they know Charles or not. He won't turn anyone away. ]
[ CLOSED TO JEAN GREY ]
[ While Charles had appreciated Mercy's level-headedness as his room-mate and the ease in which they navigated around their lives, it was clear that Charles was going to move once Jean was here. Thankfully, he didn't have much in the way of personal items. A few clothes, notes and his device were packed in his duffel bag. He turns the strange glowstick he had received, wondering if it was worth keeping or whether he should simply pass it on to Jean or John. It changes colour when ill intent was nearby. For now, he puts it inside the bag before turning to Jean. ]
Do you have everything you need? It's not far.
[ CLOSED TO CASSANDRA CAIN ]
[ Teaching was still Charles' driving motivator and having a student again, even one not from his school was enough to ease some of the tension in his life. Though he's not entirely sure where to start. He gathers up his materials, clearing out his desk in a fit of nervousness. He never thought he'd teach again, once the school was gone. That was it, the end, even as Charles told others he would keep going. The loss still hangs heavy in his heart and he struggles to move past it.
But he would continue to try.
A knock on the door. Charles straightens. ]
It's open. Come in.
[ CLOSED TO
[ They meet up every few weeks or so at the cafe where they had their first talk. Purely business for the most part. After Charles' confession, he had been careful not to do or say much else. It's always a tentative period, trying to figure out where he might stand. Or how quickly that might change. Because it could always change. Still, Charles isn't going to let his fear rule his ability to move forward so he makes time for Bruce whenever he can. ]
It's been some time since we met in person. How are you?
[ wildcard! If you have an idea, you're welcome to PM this journal or contact me via
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[he's not sure how to explain]
We cannot... go to the stars, where I come from. Or even fly. Most of our transports are horse-drawn, and where there is electricity it is mostly used for lights... it has been an adjustment.
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Well, you're only a few steps behind myself. While we have cars and electricity, we certainly can't travel beyond the stars. Though we went to the moon three decades before. But our progress can be slow, impeded by politics.
I'm sure you will catch up, either way.
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[he isn't sure, quite, how politics would get in the way. But then his country was very small.]
I don't know about a few steps. It is certainly a learning curve.
...what are cars?
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[ He beams a little. ]
Cars are metal vehicles that can be used to travel greater distances. They can house up to four people at a time and anyone can operate them after some lessons and a license.
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[that sounds pretty advanced really, compared...]
Like a carriage, do you mean...?
[that is the only equivalent he has really, from his own world, but now all he can imagine is a carriage moving without horses. A slightly troubling mental image, to be sure...]
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Like a carriage, but it is driven by horses but a machine that gives the wheels power to move.
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[then his mental image is about right - but no less strange]
And-- yes, medicines where I came from were more... like herb-lore? There were drops for pains and coughs that one could get from a druggists, of course, but we didn't use them over-much.
[the kinds of medicines that are regulated in the modern world, for good reason]
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We still use herb-lore. It is still the basis for all our medical knowledge. We've merely fine-tuned our techniques and equipment. I'm sure what you know about it is still valuable to all of us.
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[and it was one thing when he knew the gardens he helped tend but here it is like starting from zero again. For every plant he recognises there must be at least five he does not.]
They're getting worse, I fear. The fevers are beginning to take their toll.
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Well, I have something for the fevers if it'll help. But you have to be careful with the dosage.
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[he doesn't quite understand how the medicines that go into patents' arms work, only that they do]
You've brought this to the attention of the other doctors...?
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[ Charles wheels himself around his desk. ]
Would you like to see it?
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[he doesn't know how many of these things work, but if they help...?]
What did you mean, to be careful of the dosage...?
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You can't afford to give too little or too much. Any change in the amount can have dire effects.
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[following with him, a furrow of gentle concern in his brow-]
Is there any way to do that, at all?
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Three drops on the tongue. That should keep their temperatures normal for twenty four hours.
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[it will be enough for them to get some rest, though, he hopes. And it would be the first step toward a cure?]
Is there more of it?
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I'm afraid not. I'm trying to create a few variations, but I haven't had much success yet. I have quite a few, at least, if anyone needs some urgently.
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[though it may be that the doctors will prefer to administer it - Linneus isn't sure, but having more people who know will certainly help]
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[ Charles eyes him thoughtfully. ]
It's a hard feeling, helplessness. But everyone can do a small part to make it better.
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[he is helping, in the small ways that he can - they all are]
...but I am trying to work on it.
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[ There are always smarter, wiser people who will refuse to budge. Charles would never be one of them, but he's met enough to know how egregious it is. ]
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[and what he doesn't know how to, he can learn.]
Forgive me, we talked so long and I never offered my name. I am Linneus.
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[ Charles holds his hand out politely. ]
I am Charles Xavier. It's a pleasure.
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[his handshake is gentle but not weak as he returns it. He has been the type to convey his warmth through his touches, always.]
Will you have more of these talks in the future?
[he is keen to learn more - learning, he hopes, will be his best antidote to helplessness]
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