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[ownassets]

Who: Moira MacTaggert + you
Broadcast: Fleetwide
Action: The Marsiva
When: Now!

( Things are silent when the broadcast first comes on - the room that Moira's woken in on display, and the confused expression on her face. This isn't the mansion - it isn't where she's supposed to be. Things had been a little quieter since Cuba - or at least there hadn't been any visitors. No one that might be able to easily whisk someone away.

The empty room sends Moira out into the corridor - searching for Charles, or someone else that she may know. Hank, even Raven - Shaw's 'friend'. The look of the corridor doesn't tell Moira much - she hasn't seen it before, and it's long with plenty of rooms. Rooms that she doesn't immediately go in, not wanting to walk into an unpleasant surprise.

But the more she walks down the corridors, and meets dead ends at turns, and no other people, have her turning back around to check out one of the rooms. Maybe she'll meet an unpleasant surprise, maybe she'll find something else - or Charles. Maybe he isn't even here, and this is just her. The first room is empty, and sparse. The second room is larger, leading to another room. Although it's a bad idea idea Moira hasn't seen anyone yet - and bad ideas might get her somewhere. Or someone )

Hello?

( She's still slowly stepping through the first room, and wondering just how many living spaces this place has. How many living spaces for no people? If only she knew that the answer was behind her - or was everywhere. If only she knew this whole thing had been broadcast )

Comments

[ownassets]

A few.

( Especially those ones that Hank hadn't wanted to answer. The reason why- that had given Moira even more questions on its own. But where did she start? She was still processing everything that Hank had told her about being here. Would asking more questions help or would it just leave her even more confused? Probably the latter )

What happened after I left?

( Why didn't - or couldn't Hank tell her what had happened? Why wasn't she in their lives - or at least in contact? )

[axiomed]

[ This should be a conversation done face to face, he mused. He doesn't like this method of communication. But she had asked and Charles owed her so much -- and even if there weren't debts to pay, Charles didn't want to be that person who kept things from her. ]

The CIA . . . [ He exhales. ] We couldn't trust the CIA. So I took Cerebro and I . . . wiped your memories so you could return there and they wouldn't take it out on you.

A lot happened. I tried my hand at schooling, but there had been another war. Now we're trying again.

[ownassets]

( That wasn't the answer that Moira expected. Or maybe it was. She couldn't blame him for not being able to trust them, not after all that had happened - the facility, Cuba. So much had changed just with learning that mutants had existed - in trusting them. But once Cuba was over-

He was right, in theory. What would happen if they'd known where they were? Except Moira would never have told them, and she hoped that he'd known that. Though a lot would be at stake - her life, their lives. He hadn't wanted her to risk everything in her life for them. She understood that much, but it still wasn't his decision to make )

I'm sorry.

( It's all she can start with. There's more - there's ten years of their lives which is more than her memories. The school- everything that he'd wanted to try, and it hadn't gone well. But he hadn't given up, she hopes that he would never give up. It's what he should do - help mutants, protect them. Teach them )

You should have your school.

[axiomed]

Don't be. It wasn't fair to you. It never was. You've never -- I've always trusted you.

[ And he had. But with the loss heavy in his limbs and only the idea that the school must be there, it must otherwise he lost everything for nothing

His tone is sharp because it was his fault. Everything that boiled down to that beach was a fluid karmic justice. He stares at his hands, clenched. ]

I'm afraid I subjected you to my own hubris.

[ Like I did with everyone else. ]

[ownassets]

Did you?

( She doesn't know - how could she, she has yet to even live this next part of her life, but Moira knows what she believes. She believes in him - has since she discovered him. At first it was just his thesis - his theories about mutation, but she'd stayed since. Helped as much as she could with his recruitment and training, and had stayed through his recovery - through a difficult time. She believed in what he could do )

You wouldn't have done it if there was another choice.

( If he trusted her as he said he wouldn't just have taken her memories. To protect himself - the school (even her?) he'd done the worst thing. But it was better than doing nothing, if there was nothing else that could be done )

You did the best thing for your students.

[axiomed]

[ And he still failed them. You abandoned us all. ]

I tried. I can't -- I don't think I succeeded all that much.

[ He stops, meeting her gaze. ] But I'll try again. And you're always welcome there.

[ownassets]

Just don't give up. They need you.

( Unless he'd personally started the war he hadn't failed, just been set back - ran into an obstacle. There were always conflicts in the world - too many of them )

You might need to remind me of that later.

( When they're gone from here )

[axiomed]

[ He manages a genuine smile. He had missed her. She had been his confidante and friend - and a precursor to cementing his beliefs. Humans and mutants could work together and Moira MacTaggert was living proof of that. ]

I will. I promise.

[ownassets]

( She- would hold him to that if she could, but Moira knows that Charles will keep his promises. She trusts him to do that )

When I'm off this ship we should catch up properly. Ten years is a long time.

( And she wants to hear more about what he's done - the school, the students that he's had. All the positive parts about this time )

[axiomed]

We have a bar. We could get drinks. I feel it should be a drinking occasion.

[ His eyes crinkle. He doesn't seem like the same person, not this tense wound up person in a wheelchair but there are flashes of warmth and good humour that have never left. ]

[ownassets]

It should. Hopefully it won't take too long to get there.

( Just a few days. What was a few days of mind numbing boring wait when you had something to look forward to )

[axiomed]

I'll be there as soon as necessary.

[ Charles, that makes you look pathetic. ]

I mean, if you want me to be. There.

[ownassets]

I have this. Apparently that's how I contact you.

( Thank Hank for that little brief introduction to communication. At least it's come easier to her with her augment )

I'll let you know when I've moved.

[axiomed]

Of course. Anything -- I am not that busy. I mean. Not too busy.

[ Smooth Operator Charles Xavier. ]