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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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Considering everything, you think I would learn to prepare for that.

[it comes out a little dry, because he's so done with this kidnapping bullshit. Done in an exasperated kind of way]

I should have lined my clothes with cigarettes. Live and learn.

[This is strange. She's talking to him like a person. It doesn't feel right, but neither did holding him on trial for crimes a different man committed.]

Mm, live and learn. [he sighs out, and as relaxed as things are starting to become . . . he's still going to fidget, especially now that he knows he only has a matter of hours before he'll likely go into hiding. He takes off his glasses, idly fiddling with them for a moment before cleaning them on his shirt]

How many . . . [he pauses, frowns down at his glasses, then continues] How many others are from - your world?

One other. [And it's probably worth being nervous about.]

...I told Erik I wouldn't hurt you.

Ah. [don't worry, he's very nervous about it]

Uh - thanks. I - appreciate it. [he puts his glasses back on] Like I said . . . I wouldn't have blamed you if you had. [a shrug]

If you're as innocent as they say I would have blamed herself eventually. [But the very thing that makes her more keen to listen to Erik is what makes it so hard to be okay with Hank. And it was only days ago she was telling Sam you can't blame one world's version for something another world's did. Funny how that works.]

But we're not hanging out and braiding each other's hair anytime soon.

My hair's too short for that anyway. [it comes out a little deadpanned, but there's relief in there, too. It would be awkward if anyone attacked him - especially now, where he wouldn't be sure whether to defend himself or let them do what they want]

We really dodged a bullet there. [You should probably always defend, but she's not going to tell you that.] I'll leave you to the more welcoming welcomers. [She's still tense from all this and doesn't want to be unnecessarily abusive, but also doesn't want to be friendly at the moment.]

Ah . . . right, sure. [unless someone else comes along to yell at him, but] I'll - . . . [saying "see you around" doesn't seem like a good idea, and he ends up floundering on what to say before he just gestures with a hand] I'll leave you alone.

[There's a nod of acknowledgement before she ends the feed. She doesn't feel good about any of this.]

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