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driftfleet2016-09-03 10:12 am
exothermia) wrote in driftfleet2016-09-03 10:12 am
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Who: Erik, Charles, and those aboard the Heron
Broadcast: No
Action: The Heron
When: Now
[Erik feels groggy when he wakes. How long had he slept for? Time didn’t hold the same structure that it used to for him, not when he was off alone, but he was certain he had slept before midnight… Shifting in the bed, he automatically casts his arm over the person sleeping next to him, a habit that usually leaves him bereft when it comes up empty. He cracks open his eyes, something nagging at the back of his mind even before he sees--
Charles. He jerks his hand back, confusion taking over. Charles shouldn’t be here, not in Poland. He’d left the mansion weeks ago. A rapid glance around the room (metal walls, a locker, that odd-looking hovering chair they’d spent so long building--) only serves to disorient him further. Where was he? Erik sits up, pressing a hand to his eyes as he tries to think. He had been in Poland. Somewhere remote, an abandoned house in the woods somewhere (not his house, he had already gone there and left again) on his road east, and… information rises out his whirling thoughts. A ship. This was that spaceship. He could feel it now, extending out through his senses. But that had been years ago. This wasn’t right. Something was terribly wrong.
He pulls his hand away from his face and stares at it, jaw tight. On his pointer finger was a slightly irregular silver ring. On his ring finger was his wedding band.
He remembers that his heart is broken. He remembers why he went back to Poland to begin with, why this is the wrong place. He remembers.
Something shakes apart inside him, and the Heron does the same.]
[Days ago, the two mutants on the Heron fell asleep and didn’t wake up. A few days later, their appearance started to change, Erik’s hair growing scruffier and the odd few silver threads starting to creep in, while Charles’s simply disappeared altogether. Anyone paying attention would notice they had grown noticeably older in just a few days. Now, it seems like they’re waking up. And Erik’s return to consciousness stands to shake everyone else to attention whether they like it or not.
It starts as a vibration, humming through the metal surfaces of the ship. It increases rapidly, getting noisier and more violent, until everything is rattling. Loose metal items begin to lift off from wherever they lie, floating jerkily into the air. Those closer to the walls around the edges of the ship will find less of a disturbance, though the floor still does its best to mimic an earthquake.
And then, just as abruptly, it stops. Most of it. Those vibrations are still shivering through everything, screws and spoons spinning drunkenly on the floor. Strange... should anyone investigate that closed bedroom, the culprit is easy to find.]
Broadcast: No
Action: The Heron
When: Now
[Erik feels groggy when he wakes. How long had he slept for? Time didn’t hold the same structure that it used to for him, not when he was off alone, but he was certain he had slept before midnight… Shifting in the bed, he automatically casts his arm over the person sleeping next to him, a habit that usually leaves him bereft when it comes up empty. He cracks open his eyes, something nagging at the back of his mind even before he sees--
Charles. He jerks his hand back, confusion taking over. Charles shouldn’t be here, not in Poland. He’d left the mansion weeks ago. A rapid glance around the room (metal walls, a locker, that odd-looking hovering chair they’d spent so long building--) only serves to disorient him further. Where was he? Erik sits up, pressing a hand to his eyes as he tries to think. He had been in Poland. Somewhere remote, an abandoned house in the woods somewhere (not his house, he had already gone there and left again) on his road east, and… information rises out his whirling thoughts. A ship. This was that spaceship. He could feel it now, extending out through his senses. But that had been years ago. This wasn’t right. Something was terribly wrong.
He pulls his hand away from his face and stares at it, jaw tight. On his pointer finger was a slightly irregular silver ring. On his ring finger was his wedding band.
He remembers that his heart is broken. He remembers why he went back to Poland to begin with, why this is the wrong place. He remembers.
Something shakes apart inside him, and the Heron does the same.]
[Days ago, the two mutants on the Heron fell asleep and didn’t wake up. A few days later, their appearance started to change, Erik’s hair growing scruffier and the odd few silver threads starting to creep in, while Charles’s simply disappeared altogether. Anyone paying attention would notice they had grown noticeably older in just a few days. Now, it seems like they’re waking up. And Erik’s return to consciousness stands to shake everyone else to attention whether they like it or not.
It starts as a vibration, humming through the metal surfaces of the ship. It increases rapidly, getting noisier and more violent, until everything is rattling. Loose metal items begin to lift off from wherever they lie, floating jerkily into the air. Those closer to the walls around the edges of the ship will find less of a disturbance, though the floor still does its best to mimic an earthquake.
And then, just as abruptly, it stops. Most of it. Those vibrations are still shivering through everything, screws and spoons spinning drunkenly on the floor. Strange... should anyone investigate that closed bedroom, the culprit is easy to find.]
don't rock the boat
Winter.
[ It takes him a second to realize why he was here and he continues smoothly. ]
I take it all is well with the ship?
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Bald. Charles is bald. That must have been some stressful glitch.. |8 ]
Still in one piece. Are you-- [ bald. ] okay?
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[ He touches the back of his neck, vaguely self-conscious. His appearance had not been his concern, not after everything that had happened in Cairo, but Charles realizes now that he'll have to field a lot of awkward questions. ]
I'm all right. Really.
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Physically uninjured. Mentally?
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I -- I don't know if I should tell you. Since you're familiar with the experience itself.
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You don't have to.
[ As long as you're okay, it's fine. ]
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I know.
[ He exhales, trying to put it into simple words, words that keep it bare. Empty. ]
Someone tried to take over my mind. They wanted my powers to invade every mind in the world.
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Tried. So they failed. Hmm.. Is everything taken care of?
[ If it hasn't been resolved and they were thrown back, that adds another level of stress. He'll help how he can. ]
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[ His tone is curt and short. Charles winces at it, but he had no empathy for En-Sabah-Nur. ]
Everything is . . . fine.
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[ Fine. He raises an eyebrow at Charles, and he's tempted to bite his tongue on the situation, but.. ]
Does it have to be fine?
[ Bet you're eating those words now, huh? ]
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[ He sighs. ] It's complicated in a different manner. But I am fine on my part. I just need to change my expectations.
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[ He shoulders enough of Bucky's problems, he can damn well help carry Charles' burdens. ]
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[ Charles isn't sure how to talk about it. Especially with Bucky and Erik, who have suffered under people like En-Sabah-Nur for far longer than Charles ever did. ]
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[ Even if he never comes to talk about it, Bucky's not going to hold it against him. There's always going to be something to talk about between them. ]
My door's open.
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Thank you.
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[ He notices, but doesn't comment. Instead, he give's Charles' shoulder a gentle squeeze on his way out. ]
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