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[mistyday]

Who: Everybody who hates this moon! And a few that don't!
Broadcast: Nope
Action: The Good Ship Iskaulit
When: Throughout the Toxic Moon event

[Y'all, Misty can't be the only one who hates this place, so let's all gather on the Iskaulit, safe from all that dark and rot down on the polluted moon and have ourselves a good time!

(Or at least, a pollution-free time).

A list of establishments on the Iskaulit can be found here!]

Comments

[axiomed]

[ A - The Library ]

[ To be honest, once he heard there was a library, Charles had to visit. He felt a brief pang of sadness for the books he had to leave behind in Kyriakos (and the knowledge that no one was looking after them anymore). Still, the existence of more knowledge, especially knowledge of space was far too great to ignore. Once he was shuffled off and things had been settled, he spends most of his time there.

And if he took an impromptu nap here and there, a book on his lap . . . he's old, no one would mind. ]

[ B - Wildcard ]

B

[grandstanding]

[When Charles's call comes in, Erik had been prepared to leap in a shuttle immediately. Only the tone of the other man's voice and the information he relayed in a clipped tone gave him pause. This... well. This wouldn't work for a reunion. So Erik abandoned his original plan of heading to Charles's ship, and told him to take a shuttle over to the Iskaulit instead.

It's about the same as driving a car, only fewer pedals, he'd explained quickly, trusting Charles to work out the controls.

Of course Erik still gets there first, more familiar with the process. He's waiting in the dock, arms folded, watching the doors.]

[axiomed]

[ He manages decently enough, save for some abrupt stops. He rubs his palms on his pants, finding them oddly clammy. He's fine. He knows he is. Erik is here, Hank is here --

Of something that doesn't concern you..

He swallows, composing himself. Erik was the one he should be reassuring, being here for a month, not sure if he was missed or noticed or worse. It's not about him. He smiles, as he spots Erik's face, carefully inching his wheelchair along. ]

[grandstanding]

[He was already at the exit of the shuttle before Charles even opened it. Jumping the gun a bit, maybe; it could have been someone else's shuttle. But he knows the feeling of a wheelchair, even if it had been muted by distance until now. And now that he's in range, Charles will feel him too, that familiar sharpness leavened with relief, real relief. It hasn't been that long, but every minute of it left its mark on him.

Erik smiles himself and extends a hand for him to take when Charles makes his way down the ramp. He'll find less resistance against the wheels, a smoother path.]

[axiomed]

[ He reaches out for it, squeezing gently, his eyes only for Erik. ]

This is quite the reception.

[grandstanding]

[He chuckles a bit, bending down a bit closer. He's keeping hold of that hand.]

I prefer to leave the confetti to the authorities.

[axiomed]

And they would be?

[ He leans to brush a kiss against Erik's cheek. ]

[grandstanding]

[It strikes him warmly, as it always does, and he mutters this next into Charles's ear.]

Some faceless beings or other.

[He's decided he doesn't care that they're in a dock on a commonly used ship. Circling his other arm around Charles's shoulders, he closes the rest of the distance and pulls him close, well-practiced at the awkward angle. Opening his mind up, he lets the thought fly out, carrying the weight of everything with it that just plain doesn't translate over a video on a tiny screen.]

I missed you.

A

[theoniongirl]

[After the purely electronic selection at the space station's datary, it's reassuring to be in a place with actual books. The augment and her own excitement with the strange and wondrous helped her to adjust, but she's still a 70s girl at heart (1970s, that is). This whole computer-centered thing felt almost too cold and distant, a lot of the time.

Though she'd decided to take the day off from her projects, she hadn't managed to fully scrub out all the paint-speckles that had managed to end up in her dark curls, and there were rainbow-bright stains on her cuticles and worked into the fibers of her oversized clothes that were mostly a lost cause. Her hands are clean, though, and she handles the books with the respect of a true bookworm, fingertips dancing along spines as she reads the titles and slowly gathers a small stack to work through.

Later she'll swing by Málum to visit Crowley, but for now she settles in a chair with a small pile of books, tucks her feet up under her, and starts to read with a happy sigh.]

Re: A

[axiomed]

[ Unfortunately, there is no real "off" button for telepathy. At the most, he can restrain it well enough so he doesn't pick up anyone's wayward thoughts, but he's unable to stop sensing them nearby. Especially if it was a stranger. Other minds that he was familiar with didn't pose that kind of alertness.

He rouses himself carefully, picking up the book once more. The girl seemed to be in her own little world, and Charles shouldn't disturb her. ]

[theoniongirl]

[she's comfortable, and it would be like her to get fully immersed in her reading, but she'd only just started...and she's too aware of her surroundings not to notice the slight sounds of stirring as he straightens and picks up his book.

Eyes flicking up from her page, she gives him a quick smile, though the furrow of her brow is from genuine concern]

Sorry...I didn't mean to wake you.

[axiomed]

[ He waves it off. ]

It's fine.

[ It wouldn't have mattered how quiet someone was, after all. ]

Do you come by here often?

A;;

[reconstitution]

[ Winter doesn't make it to the library as often as he used to before, but he really needs to swap out his book. It's been sitting on his bedside table for a few weeks, but he's been otherwise preoccupied. After returning it, he browses the shelves slowly, taking his time picking his next one.

He happens to spot Charles nearby, giving him a quick once-over. Winter's still not sure how he feels about him. ]

Re: A;;

[axiomed]

[ The subtle hum of someone's mind is enough to rouse him. He's become fairly sensitive to changes when he's alone. The pros of paranoia and suspicion. Charles briefly rubs at his face, before pushing his hair back from his face. Then he spots Winter and his eyes light up briefly. ]

Here to read?

A;;

[reconstitution]

[ Winter feels you on the paranoia and suspicion, Charles. He glances around the library, pulling another book from the shelf. ]

I finished my old book.

Re: A;;

[axiomed]

What was it?

[ He pushes his wheelchair closer. ]

A;;

[reconstitution]

Anna Karenina. The author is Leo Tolstoy. I'm..trying to catch up.

[ Things that he misses. Things he doesn't remember, and everything in between. He's been able to read a lot, but there's still so much catching up. It's been hard recently to find the time or the want to even read. ]

Re: A;;

[axiomed]

Ah, Tolstoy. I remember reading War and Peace in my youth. Have you ever tried Guy De Maupassant? His style is fairly close to Tolstoy.

[ He doesn't comment on the catching up part. There are many reasons, and all of them are personal. ]

A;;

[reconstitution]

I haven't.

[ Oh. Okay, he can talk books. This is so much easier. ]

I'll take him into consideration...any other suggestions?

A

[passingthrough]

[Just about every day that passes has Kitty doing a couple of things on the Iskaulit. One is training in the gym and the other is bringing back the book she's finished and finding a new one. After things fell apart the way they did at home she did a lot of self teaching along with the directed studies the other X-Men set up for her between training her and trying to save the world. The practices stuck. She reads all kinds of things, but often gravitates toward non-fiction science books, so she'll be heading directly for that section.]

[axiomed]

[ Already roused by people coming into the library, he peruses his book on particle physics. It is a passing interest, not one he's that invested in, unlike Hank. Still, being in space means he needed to brush up on that knowledge. Everything here was years ahead of his time. ]

[passingthrough]

[She reaches for a book before noticing him at the end of the row. She leaves the book where it is and walks over to him.]

Made it off the Marsiva I see. [Not that it's any kind of surprise. She already ran into Hank a couple of days ago.]

[axiomed]

It wasn't going to take that long.

[ He shuts the book, greeting her with a smile. ]

[passingthrough]

[He gets an easy smile in return. Partially because smiles begat smiles and partially a leftover response from the Charles Xavier she knew in the prison. Regardless, she's much, much more relaxed than she was when they met.]

They can't have you eating the good food forever. So where'd they stash you?

[axiomed]

The Golden.

[ He wonders if the others are aware that it's Mystique's ship. Probably. ]

Though I'm looking to transfer onto the Heron.