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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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Something like that. [he tilts her head at her reaction and smiles a bit, wry]

You don't look very surprised.

[There are half a dozen perfectly logical reasons for that.

She doesn't give him any of them, that's not her kind of dance.]

I'm not.

[no dancing is good. He's done enough of that today]

It's temporary. [he offers after a moment, taking a guess] I take it to look like - this, but it'll wear off in a few hours. And then I'll look more familiar, I'm guessing?

[Her brows furrow. Take 'it'? Take what? And would he be able to have it with him here? As Beast, his form does take up a lot of room...]

I guess we'll see.

[She hasn't seen 'her' Hank in... six years or so. But he is kind of hard to forget.]

Sorry. [he doesn't know why he says it; sorry for not being the Hank she knows? Sorry for hiding? He isn't sure how other mutants feel about that, outside of . . . really, Erik and Charles, Raven - he faintly shakes his head]

Mm. What's your name?

Rogue. [A pause, as if she was just going to leave it there. And she was, before she vaguely remembered the rules of politeness.] Nice ta meet ya.

It's nice to meet you too, Rogue. [as awkward as this all is, he's genuine. He hasn't met another mutant in a while, not since Logan and Peter] Uh - Hank. [he gestures to himself] A few people have been using my last name too, if that's - easier.

[She arched an eyebrow.]

What do you prefer?

[A name was a very personal thing. He had the right to set it.]

Hank.

[she has no idea. But he does appreciate her asking]

Alright, then. Hank.

[She wasn't going to push for much more. This was a lot on a first day.]

Thank you.

[a lot, and yet this is the easiest conversation he's had with another mutant so far] So if you know Charles and I, does that mean you're a . . . student? Or - ? [he leaves the rest open-ended; maybe she was a teacher as well, or something else]

[...she was twenty-four years old and had been in an alternate dimension for six years. She didn't really think of herself as a student anymore. So.

Or --] --or from an alternate universe.

Or that. Do you mean somewhere other than where you're originally from . . . ?

[he pauses, then winces a little] —but if that's too personal a question, tell me to shut up.

[...man, this is sad. She hadn't even had to kick him and he was already backtracking.]

I meant different than yours. A different Earth [she clarifies]. And don't worry. I've never yet seen the day when I've been incapable of tellin' someone ta mind their own business.

Ah - well that's a little obvious. [he's good at backtracking, he knows he tends to ramble and talk before he thinks]

And - good. [that's familiar, at least] I'd like to know what it's like, though? Your Earth. If you'd be willing to talk about it.

[Rogue considers that. She was not what most people would call 'open' on a good day, and this has been a pretty lousy week. This isn't really the sort of thing she'd want to talk about publicly, mostly because she was of the firm opinion that it wasn't anyone's business, and she'd learned not to trust the hard way.

But as hard as it was to imagine, looking at him as he was through the video link, he was a mutant, an X-Man. That counted for something.]

Might be, but not over the com link like this.

[that makes perfect sense to him; he's already said plenty over the comms that, given the time to think it over later, he would have rather done in person. He nods and smiles a little]

I'd like that. Even if it's just to talk. I could - let you know where I end up?

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Sure. [A bit of a shrug and a small smile.] Just give me a call once they shuffle ya out.

[he nods again, smile widening. He's genuinely looking forward to it, the nerd]

Mm, of course. Until then?

[This is very awkward. Rogue is not accustomed to think of Hank McCoy as 'adorable.' Even 'squishy.' What is this?]

Sure. I'll come by or we can meet up on the Ishkaulit or the moon.

[squishy is a new one, that's for sure]

Whatever's more convenient, really.

[A shrug.]

It's all the same to me. I'll let you decide.

[Maybe that would set him a little more at ease.]

Ah . . . hm. Maybe the Ishkaulit then? Once I - settle in and figure out the shuttles.

The augment'll take care of that. Flyin' the shuttle's like... ridin' a bike after it's been a few years. Especially if you've got other pilotin' experience.

[Her world's Hank was able to pilot the Blackbird...]

Ah - hmm, that's convenient.

[he isn't exactly comfortable with the idea of the augments doing that, but] I do have piloting experience, though.

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