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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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So, while it had been her first taste of Independent Adult Life, Jean was glad she was getting to move in with Charles. She had lived with him several years of her life and moving back in with him as comforting as getting some distance from the city center.
Everything she had fitted into one bag so she had both hands free to carry anything he needed her to. Giving a nod, her smile is small but one of the few she's felt like giving since before the attack. ]
Yep. Not much but it's mine.
Do you need me to carry anything?
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I can dump everything on my lap and I'll be right as rain.
[ It is a little sad that neither of them have much in way of personal possessions. He finds himself missing the mansion. His office, his large chess set . . . They were all material possessions and will never compare to a life, but he can't help the loss all the same. ]
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The thought creeps up on her again and she sighs through her nose, nodding, ]
Guess we better get going then.
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We will rebuild.
[ Even if Charles isn't sure what form it will take. The school was lost again and the idea of restarting was a wedge in his path. Nevertheless, a solution will present itself. He has time. ]
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Maybe. I don't really know what to expect here.
[ Literally a brave new world with such people in it. ]
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[ Which has its benefits and problems. Everyone is scrambling for some kind of normality, even though it keeps changing on them. ]
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And you're not worried about... possibly never having that again?
[ 'That' being their home and all the people that had lived in it. ]
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I think right now, we don't have the ability to focus on it. Or the means.
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You're right.
[ This time she does head for the front door, whenever he follows, she'll be there, holding it open for him. ]
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One thing at a time. We haven't lost our way. Or forgotten it.
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I know. There's still a chance.
[ A beat, ]
It's just hard to be optimistic sometimes.
[ Something Jean has struggled with long before now. ]
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[ His reply is soft before Charles steels himself. He cannot afford that slide back into apathy and grief. It was far too easy and far too cloying. Raven and Erik, Hank and the others, his students . . . they may never wake up. And that is a possibility that Charles confronts and puts aside every morning. ]
It's hard for you. Especially with the school gone.