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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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[She recognizes one voice immediately, but her eyes widen in surprise as she takes in the familiar face with longer hair, a beard, and a wheelchair. She ignores the other man for the moment. He's not familiar to her at all, but before she can even get to the point of wondering if it's Charles or even an older Leto or someone else entirely she's hearing the names. One of confirmation and one that sets her teeth on edge.

The part where Hank McCoy is not as beastly as his codename would imply mollifies her just slightly. He's obviously not the one from her world, but as she said to Erik already she can't believe that monster isn't already inside him. You don't experiment on people that gleefully unless you're seriously wrong inside. But since she can't get to the Marsiva to phase him into a wall right this second anyway, she'll do her best to focus on the one she is glad to see.

This is a lot to take in and feel and if Charles is lucky he can't sense it from there. She turns the feed on and stares a steely, unwavering stare at McCoy, while addressing Charles. He does get a glance to at least prove she's not confused about who she's speaking to.]

Going for a Jesus vibe now, Charles? [This is pertinent, right?]

[ Well. That was new. He glances at Hank before addressing her. ]

I would never be so dramatic.

[ Filthy lies. ]

I just haven't gotten around to shaving just yet.

[She watches the other man like she's waiting for him to try and stab Charles in the back.]

I'm guessing you don't remember me. [But once upon a time she was sure she'd never see anyone from her world and Kurt appeared. Maybe someone else from the prison would show up too. Still, she'd expect a different reception if he was the Charles she'd known. Then again, so would he. More smiles and less glaring daggers at his friend.] But I don't even know if you're the same version I met last time either. [There are some obvious differences.]

[ He's not sure he follows all of that. He considers Logan, the brief time traveler who spoke to him about his future students. Was she one of them? ]

A name might help, if you're from the future.

Kitty Pryde. I'm from when I'm from. [Sorry, she's not usually this...just this. She does shift her gaze to focus on him though and it relaxes a little when she does. This anger and distrust isn't for you.]

I didn't meet you at home. You died before I was born. [Which might make her sound like she's from further in his future than he is. Also, that's not how she would have said that under different circumstances. Not how she'd be doing any of this.]

[ Kitty . . . Logan hadn't mentioned her, but there had been other things on Logan's mind. Charles vaguely recalls a girl, in the future when he had reached out . . . ]

The . . . ability to phase through objects.

[ He realized how vague that sounded. ] My apologies. We never met personally, but I knew - I envisioned the future.

[It would be stranger if she didn't expect him to read minds, but she realizes that's not where this is coming from.] That's me or a version of me anyway.

I didn't know you were a precog too.

I'm not. It was . . . an unusual experience. Logan was from the future and through his link, I was able to reach into it.

You should be careful with that. Time travel is dangerous. [You can end up dooming an entire timeline.

She doesn't like this. She'd prefer to speak more candidly with him, but she's tense with McCoy so close. She tries something she hasn't done for awhile, clearing her mind of stray thoughts as best she can and focusing on the words.]

Can you hear me?

[ He frowns, as if he's picking something up but he shakes his head. ]

The metal around the ships makes it difficult to read thoughts, I'm afraid. I assume that's what you were trying to do.

Guilty. [So much for that. She looks disappointed.] I don't suppose you want to explore the ship on your own. [Another glance at McCoy.]

Give me a minute.

[ After a few words exchanged with Hank, reassuring that this will be fine, Charles finds a small corner to continue this conversation. ]

Right. Ready to continue this conversation?

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