003; video

[beathach]

Who: Charles and Hank + You Losers
Broadcast: Video
Action: SS Blameless
When: Right Now

[two old nerds appear on screen, unboxing a large colouring create with "Congratulations On Your One Year Anniversary!" written on the side in big, bold letters. Inside appears to be plushies of DNA, antibodies, and other related paraphernalia.

Of course, while doing this they're sharing the popular "rumors" about them out loud, for their own amusement. Or bemusement, either or]

Let’s see . . . 'Aliens stole Charles' hair.' I can’t say that’s wrong.

In a manner of speaking, sure.

What else . . . 'Hank is a beast in bed'. Hank, you sly devil.

—No comment.

Hmm. 'Hank and Charles are the perfect couple'. I think our students got a hold of this one.

Huh. I just read one lamenting our divorce.

Hold on, what’s this?

[ Charles pulls out a business card ]

Well now . . . I guess I’ll be keeping this.

[Hank's response is to burst into laughter. What a helper]

Comments

[musicalhost]

[A resemblance but none of the Dax's have met him before, so she lets it stay a passing thought when she gets to the Iskaulit and finds him.]

Hope I didn't keep you waiting. Shuttles here are a bit different than home.

[axiomed]

Ah, no worries. It certainly took me some time to get used to it.

[ Technology-wise and for the fact that it takes him longer to get anywhere. ]

[musicalhost]

I really can't blame anyone for having trouble. I'm lucky enough to have Starfleet training behind me, so it's just learning a different system.

[At least injuries like his aren't exactly rare where she comes from?]

I'm Ezri, Ezri Dax.

[axiomed]

A pleasure. I'm Professor Charles Xavier.

[ He holds his hand out politely. There's something strange about her mind . . . it was like a cacophony of sound. ]

[musicalhost]

[She gives his hand a firm shake, and a smile.]

Pleased to meet you, Professor Xavier.

[Unfortunately, it's nothing she can really quiet.]

[axiomed]

[ He barely manages to suppress a wince. ]

Please help yourself to our haul. We have plenty to spare.

[musicalhost]

[And sadly, counselors tend to be observant.]

I can't be that strong. [That's what it was, right?]

I'll probably just take the one. I'm sure you're getting all sorts of requests. Or will.

[axiomed]

[ His smile is deeply apologetic. ]

No. It's my telepathy. I think it's acting up.

[ Rubbing his forehead, he tries to pinpoint it but the noise blocks him further. So many thoughts all merged together. ]

[musicalhost]

Telepathy?

[She thinks of Vulcans but theirs is by touch. He doesn't look or act Vulcan. Or Romulan.]

Are you going to be alright?

[axiomed]

I'll be fine. My telepathy is powerful but this is a sensation I'm not used to.

(taking bets on how long it takes her to figure it out)

[musicalhost]

I've actually never met anyone with telepathy before. Barring the Vulcans. You probably know how to deal better anyway.

[She does pick up a plus though.]

Maybe I should go, let you take it easy.

<3

[axiomed]

Ah, my kind of telepathy is quite rare.

[ And he shakes his head. ]

I appreciate that, but it's something I should get used to. I wouldn't want anyone to move away for my sake.

[musicalhost]

I can imagine that makes it difficult to master.

[She feels a little guilty.]

Someone distracting you would make it harder though, wouldn't it?

[axiomed]

I've had it for a very long time and trust me, this is mild compared to the range I'm used to.

[ But he pauses. ]

But perhaps you won't mind a few questions? I'm curious as to why I'm hearing so many thoughts at once.

[musicalhost]

I'm glad to hear that.

[She blinks in confusions.]

Uh, sure? [And finally it dawns on her. 'so many thoughts'

She lets out a long breath.] Oh...

[axiomed]

If you feel comfortable discussing it. Your mind is your own and I respect that.

[musicalhost]

No. It's not that, it's not really a secret. I'm just used to being the only one dealing with this. [And only part of it's hers anymore, really.]

Ask away. Starfleet thrives on learning new things, I'd be a hypocrite if I denied someone answers.

[axiomed]

Is it hurting you in some way?

[ Charles wonders if he should offer his help. It's difficult to do so though. Charles never knows if it might be taken badly. ]

[musicalhost]

Not really. It's just confusing sometimes. It was a lot worse when I was first joined.

[Some Trill tried helping her? As best they could.]

[axiomed]

[ His smile is wry. ]

I can imagine.

[musicalhost]

Mm. [She doesn't disagree. And the guilt hits again.]

I can't be making things easy. Three-hundred and fifty seven years of memories rattling around in one head.

[axiomed]

That's quite a bit.

But my range is the entire planet when my powers are magnified.

[musicalhost]

Oh jeez-

That's a lot. [She can't even imagine. And she's not sure she wants to try.]

That can't be easy at all.

[axiomed]

It's not, but I seem to manage.

[musicalhost]

You're obviously very skilled. I don't think I know anyone who would be able to do something like that.

Does being here make that any easier? [Wait, wasn't he the curious one?]