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Who: two nerds and you
Broadcast: fleetwide
Action: Marsiva
When: now!

[ The audio comes on sharply, but everything is still dark as two people discuss their situation.]

Is that the camera? Can you get it to work?

I - think so? Here, push this --

I am pushing it, Hank. I thought you knew about these from that show you keep watching. Space Trek?

It's Star Trek and that isn't exactly - you know, the same thing as this.

Right. . . . Wait, I think I see something on the side.

[ And the video flickers on, the red light glowing softly. It focuses on two men. One in a wheelchair and the other right next to him, peering curiously at the camera before they step back satisfied. ]

Well, that’s over and done with. Hello to anyone who might be out there. My name is Charles Xavier and this is Hank McCoy. Apparently we’ve been kidnapped again, by an unknown force again for some mysterious reason.

[muttered:] Again. [and louder] So if anyone would be kind enough to explain exactly what's going on, we'd appreciate it. You have our thanks in advance.

But do keep it pertinent.

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[ He's quiet. He gets that time can be different. ]

How long?

[That response actually removes one of the biggest questions Erik's had since getting here. Was he obviously missing at home? And the second, Does he think I left? follows naturally after. So while he doesn't relax, as such, it takes a load off him that he'd only half-acknowledged was there.]

A bit over a month. ...it's good to see you.

[ A month. That was longer than he expected . . . but probably not as bad as he imagined. Looking at Erik now . . . Charles can read between the lines. ]

Sorry I took so long.

[He shakes his head briefly, then switches the feed to private. He doesn't need this all over the airwaves.]

Don't be. Ideally you wouldn't be stuck here as well. [He won't say he'd rather be alone, because that's a lie. But this is a double-edged sword they know well.]

Then we'll make the most of it, as we have before.

[ Quietly. ] Are you all right?

Yes. [No. Well, better now. He can deal with that later.] But there's a lot going on here that I need to tell you about. Myself and Nightingale are not the only people who will recognise you both.

More time travelers?

[ Logan is the only other kind of person who knew Charles without Charles ever knowing him. ]

In a sense. There are different universes out there, as you know. But there are multiple mutants here from different versions of our universe.

I don't understand.

[ How does that work? ] How many versions could there even be?

I don't know. [He rubs at his face. He's not the best person to explain this, given his lack of contact with many of the X-Men here.]

But there is at least one reality where I started the X-Men.

[ The darkest timeline. ]

I'm sorry, what.

It's... a long story, and not really mine to tell. It's a version of the world where you were killed, and I took up your cause in your stead.

[ That . . . sounds plausible. To some degree. ]

I . . . am touched, I suppose.

[There is more to it, but he'll leave that to Kitty. Well, and warn Hank about his manners.]

There are others as well. None I personally know, except there are versions of Logan and Raven here. Not ours.

Not ours? Surely Raven is still . . .

[ He doesn't know how to end that. His sister? His team mate? Or at least, in some way, Charles' family? ]

She didn't seem to recognise me, Charles. Given the differences I've heard about between these worlds, I wouldn't assume anything.

[He knows, though, how difficult that may be. His own complicated situation with Raven aside, it had settled like a stone in his stomach when he realised it wasn't the same one.]

[ He swallows, a flash of sorrow in his eyes before he shutters it away. ]

Right. I'll do my best not to.

I'm sorry. [That's all he can offer.] And... well. When it comes to Hank, there's at least one reality where he's vile.

[ Dryly. ]

Yes, we've managed to pick up on that particular impression.

[He shrugs.]

I am apparently not well liked in most realities either.

[ Yes, but how is that a surprise. ]

I just find it hard to believe that Hank of all people could be . . . evil, for the lack of a better word.

[You wound him, only not because he wasn't all that surprised either.]

If she tells you more about her world, you might. [He sighs.] I didn't believe it either when it first came up. It's why I'm telling you that you can't really assume anything about these other realities. Some of them are so far removed from what we know.

. . . Then I'll have to approach them with an open mind.

[ Still, hearing about Raven and Logan was . . . depressing. ]

As much as possible.

[He changes the subject, then.] You'll be on that ship until you're assigned one of the smaller ships in the fleet. No one can get onto the Marsiva once they're off it, so the only people you'll meet there are new arrivals like yourself.

My ship is the Heron. But right now I'm on the nearby moon. You can probably see it from the viewing windows there.

I'll try and be there when I can.

[ He pauses. It's hard, being separated like this. It feels cold. Impersonal. Briefly, he rests his hand on the screen. ]

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