April System Mingle

[thespaceopera]

Who: Everyone!
Broadcast: Possibly!
Action: April System
When: Month of April!


[Welcome to the Belt, a huge asteroid belt that's been terraformed for life. Here you can explore the different asteroids, become a rock star, race on some ATVs, enjoy not being underwater.

In other words, it's a mingle! Get in everyone!

> System Info ]

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[axiomed]

Oh.

[ He hesitates before putting it forward. ]

Some people on the Fleet got together and we might put together a few courses. Nothing like a school, but . . . a start.

[ He grimaces slightly. ] Another start, I should say.

[exothermia]

[Erik raises his eyebrows, surprised to hear that others have put forward an effort on classes. Charles had, he knows. He brushes his thumb over Charles's knuckles, considering.]

That's good news, isn't it?

[axiomed]

It is. I'm glad there is initiative for it.

[ He huffs. ] It's just a little . . . galling, I suppose. Not that it matters. My students are gone.

[ And it won't be the same. Not that Charles expects it to be, but he misses his students. The ones that wanted to be around him, the ones he tucked into bed and passed in the hallways. ]

[exothermia]

Your students-- [And he emphasises this.] --are exactly where you left them.

And I imagine it is. You're used to being in charge. These people might not have been around when you offered the first time.

[axiomed]

They come from another world. With powers and superheroes.

[ Charles can't help the note of slight disdain. He's never been too fond of the superhero idealism and lifestyle. He may have his own ideals, but they've never been naive. At least, not anymore. Also the idea of running around in spandex, righting wrongs seems a bit much. He turns to look up at Erik. ]

I am very appreciative that people want this. And are willing to put in time for it.

[exothermia]

['Superheroes' has him rolling his eyes slightly. They're the subject of Saturday morning cartoons, not real life. Heroism isn't as effective when it comes to politics and prejudice.

Erik moves his hand up to Charles's shoulder.]

Yes. But you were here first. And you'll hold them to account, since you have experience in the matter.

[axiomed]

[ Instinctively, Charles leans his head against Erik's hand. ]

My experience isn't more or less than anyone else's simply because I run a school. Who knows? If that many people have powers, I could learn a lot. Do better by my students when I go back.

[exothermia]

[He shifts his position to cup Charles's face, fingers warm against his neck.]

It's a unique experience, much like anyone else's will be. There are advantages in having different types of expertise. Like a broader scope.

[axiomed]

[ He moves to kiss the tips of Erik's fingers. ]

I know. I am looking forward to it. I can't help myself.

[exothermia]

[Erik's lips quirk.]

I bet you already have half a dozen lesson plans ready.

[axiomed]

[ Charles shifts in his chair. ]

I may have a few left over . . .

[exothermia]

[That makes him laugh, and he pats Charles's shoulder.]

Of course.

[axiomed]

[ His expression warms over, hearing Erik laugh, despite feeling a little chagrined. ]

It seemed like the best use of my time . . . at the time.

[exothermia]

Well, it will always be useful, planning ahead.

[He turns off the path a little, and moves to sit on a bench nestled between more glowing formations. With a tilt of his head, he watches Charles in the soft light.]

What kind of plans have you already written?

[axiomed]

Oh! Well, I thought I'd work on some peer-to-peer interaction first. Let the students meet each other, get to know each other. Sometimes, that's more important than the teacher because students who can support each other make the difference.

After that, I might introduce some guided questions. Consider different applications of powers in our daily lives.

[ He'll keep going, you realize. ]

[exothermia]

[Erik knows that full well. But he can interject when necessary.]

So asking them to think outside of the box?

[axiomed]

Mm, yes. The idea of the school was to dispel the notion that . . . [ He pauses briefly. ] That we're alone in what we are. In what we can do. Our powers may be different, but our feelings, our desires — they don't set us apart.

[ You're not alone. Of course that would be Charles' philosophy, the backbone of his work. ]

[exothermia]

[He has to smile at that. It isn't as though he's never known the reason. It was that same feeling that convinced Erik to stay all those years ago, when he was about to leave the CIA and Charles came after him. Regardless of his own belief that mutants are apart from humans, what Charles is fostering among the younger generation will only make them stronger.

It's a lesson worth learning.]

[axiomed]

[ Feeling a little self-conscious, he touches the back of his neck and clears his throat. ]

Anyway, nothing is quite set in stone. These aren't mutants and it will be very different. I'll have to adjust a lot of my thinking.

[exothermia]

As you said, it could give you new ideas for the future too.

[axiomed]

That's my hope.

[ But now that they're on the topic. ]

What about you?

[exothermia]

What do you mean?

[axiomed]

You're coming back to the school. Do you ever think about what you plan to do there?

[ Charles avoids mentioning himself in that statement. ]

[exothermia]

[Erik falls silent for a moment, and his first impulse is to avoid the question. Thinking ahead isn't something Erik engages in often, for fear of the regret it tends to bring. Sometimes it's hard enough thinking about the present. Coming back to the school was his plan for the future... or it had been in the weeks before he made that commitment.

After a moment, he shuts his eyes and makes himself consider it properly. He looks at Charles again.]

Not often. [He rubs at his knuckles absently.] Do you have anyone to manage the gardens?

[axiomed]

[ He blinks before lapsing into a more thoughtful mood. Not often. Was Erik already having second thoughts? ]

I have a part time gardener who comes in every few weeks or so.