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[beathach]

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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[neversets]

[ Apollo can hear the voices clearly at this sort of distance, in an enclosed space. He follows them back to the source, pausing in the doorway to watch the men.

He did wait until the stopped playing with the communicator, at least. ]

Hi.

[axiomed]

[ Charles carefully maneuvers his chair to face the newcomer, with a polite smile. ]

Hello. I take it that you're in a similar situation.

[neversets]

[ Apollo nods, hair falling forward as he does so until he tucks it behind one ear. ]

Yeah. Woke up on board, no memory of being brought here. I'm Apollo.

[axiomed]

Charles.

[ He holds his hand out. ]

That can be pretty normal. Just be glad you still have your memories intact.

[neversets]

[ Apollo steps forward to shake his hand and then bursts out laughing. It clearly comes naturally to him. ]

As intact as they ever are, yeah.

[axiomed]

You'd be surprised.

[ Charles lost his memories. Twice. At this point, he's grateful he even knows his name. ]

[neversets]

I don't have memories from before, um... she's six, year with Sparks, year in civilian life, four before that, twelve years ago or so.

[axiomed]

[ He nods. ]

Some of these . . . places I've been to, like to mess with people's memories and timelines. It's part of the norm, I'm afraid.

[neversets]

Ugh.

[ He pulls a face and rubs a hand through his hair. ]

Right. Okay, so we're already on better levels of kidnapping. No memory loss, no torture, we're both already up on previous times.

[axiomed]

Sadly, it's not a high goal to reach. I am grateful to hear that things are not as bad as they seem, though.

[ Charles may not have Erik's fatalistic mindset, but he's been through enough that his faith is often askew. ]

[neversets]

Yeah, likewise.

[ Apollo gestures his head slightly at a chair, indicating he's going to move to sit down. He doesn't want to spook either of them if they've had bad experiences. ]

[axiomed]

[ They're not easily spooked. Still, sitting in a chair makes it easier for Charles to keep eye contact. He considers briefly looking into Apollo's mind, but dismisses it. There was no need for that yet and it was only his latent paranoia speaking. ]

What else have you heard?

[neversets]

[ That was part of the consideration for sitting down. Apollo's a big guy, most people have to look up at him even standing.

He seats himself, sprawling comfortably in the chair. ]

Not much. I've spoken to a couple of people by video and I read through the communication logs people have made. There's another person on this ship, the Marsiva, guy called Maglor. He's never heard of space before, and he's from a place called something on Tuna, so I'm guessing he's not from an Earth.

[beathach]

[oh, another person. Hank lifts a hand, giving an awkward little wave, though he doesn't stray at all from his spot behind Charles' chair]

Hi. I guess we aren't the only ones who just got here?

[neversets]

There's no real day night cycle, but I'm pretty sure I arrived about thirty six hours ago.

[beathach]

Ah, so you beat us. [he says, with the weakest joking tone]

What's your name?

[neversets]

Yay. Do I get a prize? Kiss from the runner up?

[ He smiles warmly. ]

Apollo.

[beathach]

[Hank just stares him down.

Why this] Uh . . . no, sorry.

[he clears his throat]

I'm Hank, it's nice to meet you, Apollo.

[neversets]

[ Apollo laughs at the expression the poor young thing makes. ]

I'm joking, it's okay. You're far too young for me, Hank.

[beathach]

I'm - er.

[no, no he won't make any corrections] Right. Uh. [he clears his throat again, and smoothly changes the subject immediately] I assume you've heard what all of this is about, then?

[neversets]

Yeah, basically. I did some research when I woke up, there's a network on the communicator and people chat a lot.

Plus, you know, this.

[ He sweeps his hair aside and twists to show where there's a couple of perfect circles of liquid looking silver behind his ear. ]

[beathach]

[Hank takes a step forward to squint at the circles, nodding slowly]

Is that the augment people keep mentioning?

[neversets]

Yeah, I think so. I don't know if everyone's is visible, but mine is. I could feel it, on the skin, when I was pulling my hair up. It's unyielding, but almost feels like it's stuck on top of the skin, rather than embedded, like I know it is.

You can touch if you want.

[ Not a come on, just an offer for someone obviously curious. ]

[beathach]

[well, since he's offering - Hank reaches out to poke it, light and curious, once, twice, before he pulls his hand back with a curious frown]

Strange . . .

[neversets]

[ Apollo's skin is incredibly warm. Not feverish, just warm.

He lets his hair drape back over the visible sign of the augment. ]

It's a cooking augment. Which is funny, because I'm not much of a cook, usually.