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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.

Comments

[beathach]

That's true . . . maybe it's different for everyone?

[neversets]

People are all different. Me? I want Jenny to never know I've gone. I have to be the rock she can trust to be there.

What about you?

[beathach]

Me? Well . . . it would be more convenient if time didn't continue while we were gone. But most of the people I'd worry about are already here. Ironically.

[neversets]

Yeah? I don't know if I should lucky you that they're here or unlucky for all of you that you are.

[beathach]

Honestly, it'd be a little bit of both.

[neversets]

Hm. Yeah. Guess so. I sort of wish I knew anyone here. I mean, I like to think I'm fairly friendly, but it's not the same as having people you know.

Actually... I can think of quite a few people I know that I'd not want to run into ever again. I think I'm good as is.

[beathach]

[his lips quirk in a wry grin]

It's not, no. But I don't think you'll have any problems making friends. So far, everyone seems . . . nice? Friendly? [for the most part]

[neversets]

I usually don't have problems making friends. I'm outgoing and sunny.

[ He gives a grin, as if that phrase is particularly amusing to him. ]

Plus I'm going to provide food. Everyone likes food.

[beathach]

Providing food is a good way to make friends.

[neversets]

Obviously, that's why I have the cook augment, to compliment by friendly personality.

[beathach]

That's one way to look at it. I'm finding that the augments tend to suit people - either their skills or - personalities.

[neversets]

[ Oh Hank, just wait until you meet a few others... ]

I don't know what options there are, but given that I don't need to eat and rarely cook, it wasn't what I'd think was first choice for me. But apparently it was.

[beathach]

[that's just what he thinks so far! he knows he'll be proven wrong, eventually]

Ah. I guess I lucked out - they gave me lab support, which is . . . essentially what I did for a while anyway.

[neversets]

I was a full time superhero. And single father.

[ He shrugs. ]

I can learn.

[beathach]

I imagine cooking is a lot easier than being a superhero. Or a father.

[neversets]

Well, I was custom made for superheroing, so that comes pretty easily to me. Cooking less so.

Being a father is, without a doubt, the hardest thing and easiest thing I have ever done at once.

[beathach]

. . . really?

[he's honestly curious; the closest he's gotten to fatherhood is briefly having students and even then he knows that isn't anything close to being the same]

[neversets]

Really on which? Because both are very true.

[beathach]

Oh, the - father part. Huh.

[neversets]

Being a father is terrifying, and difficult and... so incredibly easy. You love them. You love them more than you thought you could love anyone or anything and so long as you do that... you're not doing too bad.

[beathach]

Heh. [he can't help but smile]

That's a nice way to put it.

[neversets]

It's how it feels to me. I didn't want to be a father. I didn't think I could do it.

[beathach]

Ah . . . I can't say I've ever given it much thought.

[neversets]

Neither had I! Just suddenly, we have this tiny newborn who is the spirit of a new age and she's orphaned and we have to protect her and see she gets raised and Midnighter announces that we're keeping her and raising her and suddenly I'm faced with being a dad.

Hell, I don't think gay couples were even allowed to adopt officially in most countries at that stage.

[beathach]

[he. He's staring, but it's because he suddenly went off rambling and Hank is trying to keep up]

That's - not what I was expecting, but it - it seems as though it turned out alright?