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[ 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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[Now this, this was funny. Mystique was far too amused by the appearance of these rather young versions, and less blue in Hank's case, of the two men. So much that she couldn't ignore a little dig at them, even if they weren't the same men from the world she came from. Not bothering to hide her true form, she hit the video option as she spoke from her space on the SS Golden.] It won't help you, not really, otherwise none of us would be here, now would we? [Her tone was amused, but not helpful in the least, more as if they were the punchline to her joke.]

[ Raven.

But it's not her. He doesn't need telepathy to tell him that, but seeing someone else looking like her was so jarring that for a few minutes, he doesn't reply. In a dry, even tone. ]

We all have to start somewhere.

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[During the immediate silence Mystique's lips shifted enough to hint at a smile, and not a nice one, carefully studying his reaction to her video and his current silence in regards to her appearance.]

Apparently. I assume you are getting more than enough information from others who have contacted you so far, [After all the X-Men couldn't be far off wanting to cling to his coattails, if they haven't already. He did have a way of attracting weak minds. No wonder he and Erik use to be friends, both had a manner to them that forced people to follow them.] But I will add that so far it seems pointless. No one knows anything for sure, most are as ignorant as the day they arrived here.

Everyone has been very helpful.

[ His voice is firm on that point. ]

But I certainly do not expect certainty in a place like this. It can only be experienced.

[She shouldn't laugh, she really shouldn't, being someone who tried to limit what emotions she allowed to be seen and expose to others. It was so much easier to just be the cold, distant, and angry figure, to have others fear her and not even think about questioning her. Yet that comment, it was so in character for him.] I see no matter your age you still spout out that bull. I shouldn't be surprised.

[ He finds his hackles rising. It's not her, he tells himself. ]

I'm not quite the Charles Xavier you're familiar with.

No, you're not, but there is enough there to be the same man, no matter the form you are in. I shouldn't be surprised. [Or maybe she should a little, after all, the Kitty and Kurt she had met here from another universe were not like those form her world. Especially Kurt.]

I wish the same could be said for you.

[ It hurts. It has never stopped hurting, even though they parted amicably. Raven will never be a part of his life again and he has himself to blame there. ]

[Oh, was that so? While interesting, Mystique had no desire to find out what the version of 'her' was like for him.] No you don't. I don't know what the Mystique from your world is like or what your relationship is with her, but I am not her. I am myself, so don't expect any form of special treatment just because you see similarities between us.

[ He raises an eyebrow at that. ]

Is this what you've chosen? To be alone, regardless of connections?

[But she wasn't alone, not in the grand scheme of things. She had a purpose, a reason for still going, a person who meant more than her own life, a cause. Yet here, where her own children were against her, where she was trapped away from her mission, it hadn't sunk in yet. She was still expecting to leave, to be back and ready to move onto the next step. This wasn't yet reality in Mystique's mind, just a bump in the road.]

And what connections would those be?

[ He hesitates. ]

Personal connections. Familial ones, perhaps.

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[he knows he's staring, but even if it isn't the Raven they knew, she's still - he quickly shakes himself out of it. He lifts a hand to rub at his face, under the glasses, and looks away for a moment while he takes a deep breath]

Yes, well - [he clears his throat] It helps to know what everyone else does.

Shared knowledge and all that, [The tone was serious, but the look on her face was one of amusement, as if she was teasing him in saying those words.] Very important.

[Yet Mystique was unable to help herself for too long.] You look a little different from the last time I saw 'you'.

It is important. [he immediately counters, because, well. It is.

And he was hoping to avoid that - foolishly hoping, but - he mentally braces himself for - . . . he isn't sure] I . . . could say the same thing about "you", too.

Yes, but it doesn't really hold the same weight with me, now does it? I'm suppose to be able to change.

I do hope this wasn't a choice of yours, McCoy, because I can't say it's an improvement. [Then again, this came from a woman who was violently proud of her mutation, and willing to tear the throat out of anyone who said otherwise about her.]

[this isn't his Raven and yet - and yet]

Of course it was my choice. But it isn't - it's temporary. Give it a few hours and I'll look more familiar. [or it'll be sooner, depending on how all this goes. He sighs out, slow] So, is it Raven or Mystique?

Playing around with chemicals again? Hardly the right thing to be teaching your students, is it? That you can only be accepted if you are a certain way? As long as you look 'normal'?

Mystique, although I suppose I should give you some allowance for the fact you asked and didn't just assume. [Like others had so far. She did not like the idea of being compared to anyone, even other versions of herself.]

Isn't it a little rude to make assumptions? [he scowls, briefly, before he forces his expression into something more neutral] I don't have students at the moment, but I wouldn't teach them that. My own - issues with it are completely separate.

[he shrugs a shoulder, and gives her a long look] You're not her. I'm not so stupid as to automatically assume you are.

Yes, because I'm nothing but the picture of manners and common decency. [There was a little smile to go along with that, clearly back to teasing his choice of words again and making them sound ill chosen.]

[his eyes narrow a little; unfortunately, this Hank McCoy comes with a little bit of brattiness]

I wouldn't know. But surely you're capable of going five minutes without trying to insult me in some way. Especially considering I'm not the Hank McCoy you're familiar with.

[And this Mystique had a tendency to not care what damage she did to others, provided it aided her mission.]

The Hank McCoy and X-Men from my world serve only the purpose to distract Erik and his teams. They may contribute some benefit to mutantkind, but it's small minded and over all ineffective. [It was said as if it was a matter of fact, no room for argument either way.]

From your world. [he repeats it, firmly, emphasizing the difference]

It isn't my place to say what Raven's doing back home, so you'll excuse me if I don't use your own tactic against you. But there's none of that for us - it's just me and Charles, trying to get his school open again. [he shrugs] It's only 1973, if that helps put a bigger emphasis on the differences.

[Ignoring the little gripe he attempted to make, Mystique instead raised a brow at the date given.] '73? Interesting, and explains a lot. [Especially his appearance. Then again, she was getting use to the idea of how many differences there were between these different universes.]