Ryuuzaki from Comms said he'd take a look at any equipment that's appeared. I figure his insight can't hurt. He also suggests keeping comms devices away from any of it until we're certain what it all is, in the event the 'virus' is present.
[ Can you detect the ??? in there Charles ]
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If the wards give you any trouble go to Lily. I've started as much as I can with dreamless sleep replacements, I'm going to try and make sure they're worked on.
[ Severus has been keeping to himself most of the jump, outside handling followup from William's near-murder of everyone on the ship and the occasional glance into whatever the fuck Smiley and "Lina" are up to. It's less social shunning and more his own way of dealing with the overload from last jump; though perhaps social shunning is how he deals with it.
Still, he's around. Evidence that he's either a.) not dead to the world entirely or b.) lost his mind: On Charles's desk today sits a cake (yes really) with some kind of glaze dumped carelessly on top, finished with a single candle jabbed into the center. ]
[Travis turns on video for this, giving him a small wave.] Hey! I'm Travis. I don't think we've met, but I'd definitely like to get to know you. [He gives him a flirty smile before continuing, his manner friendly and smooth.] Either you signed up or one of your probably least favorite friends signed you up for Octavia's dating service... thing.
Anyway, the point is, I'd love to meet you for drinks, if that's something you'd be interested in.
Van Rijn's people think there are thousands of us. If they are planning to attack us, it would be better if they didn't come prepared for 10,000, right? Or should I leave it alone?
[ CCTV type footage displays the invisible interior of a containment room of some sort, very bare. Over the course of several seconds, as displayed on a time stamp, the air seems to take on a strange, staticky quality, a visual disturbance that is difficult to describe. The room appears to brighten harshly.
Darkness stains the middle, round. A light trick in the centre, like a glint of illumination catching off cornea, a single pupil twitching about, searching.
The image folds in on itself, and the room is empty once more. ]
[ note: footage of a boggart depicting Charles Xavier's 'fear' in the form of an eye-like sentience -- impressionistic representation of a real psychic experience. ]
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