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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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[the smile turns wry, and he shrugs a shoulder]

Not as young as you think. [he gets what she means] After all, of the two of us, she's the one who accepted herself. I'm the one who—[screwed up, told her the wrong thing and took eleven years to fix it, and even then—] well. I'm just starting to do that.

[If that Mystique was anything like herself then her mutation showed itself young, as with many mutants who got hit hard in their teens. Yet the frustration came that for her it had only been the coloration, her powers took many more years before they had kicked in, before she was able to shift and hide away. Even more years to accept who she was and why she was this way. She had done it alone, but she had gotten there.]

The path means little once you reach that point. You'll see that once you reach it. [And if he was anything like the Beast from her world, he would.]

I hope I do. [he says it a little quietly, but it's earnest. He doesn't really have a choice here, but - maybe that's what he needs. To be forced to see that it isn't as bad as he's been building it up over the years. Kyriakos was the start of that. He could only hope that this place would continue it]

Maybe - after I get used to - er, things, we could speak again? Maybe in person?

[That was something she hadn't expected, and it took Mystique several long moments before she was able to come up with an answer.] I... suppose so. [Trying to make her voice sound more disinterested than confused or surprised.]

[he wasn't expecting her to say yes, either, and the expression on his face gives as much away. Albeit briefly, but he quickly forces his expression into something more neutral]

I - okay. I'll - contact you?

Sure. [There was no hesitation this time, more the reverse, it said quickly, almost spat out as if to get it over and done with quickly. This had not been in her plans when she first contacted him, then again she hadn't had a plan bar possibly antagonizing Hank and Charles.

If there was something else that needed to be said, Mystique wasn't ready for it. This entire thing had turned out very... bizarre. So she cut the connection, letting her side of the communication go dead.]