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CHARLES XAVIER

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[fullmoon]

Probably as long as it takes for something more or equally fascinating to turn up & keep him distracted.
He & Seraphim were close.

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[forgodssake]

[ Even later-- ]

sudden appearances of equipment/changes to space and dimension have happened before in the science department on level two
consistent also with nanite related equipment in this case
+ manticore experimentation

we'd previously kept that knowledge contained to the department pending conclusions + banning of pitchforks

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[fullmoon]

Pitchforks?

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[forgodssake]

angry village mobs and mad science
there was a good block of time I couldn't even mention genetics without someone inquiring as to my monster making credentials

hence

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[fullmoon]

Is that not what you studied? I assumed.

[ :D? :D? ]

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[forgodssake]

look

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[fullmoon]

[ Rides in on a white stallion. A sedate white stallion. Without threadjacking because unsure. ]

Maybe if you just called it the Biology Department.

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[forgodssake]

all those months of rebranding effort gone to waste

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[fullmoon]

You could have people do testimonials.
'Xenogen saved my life.'
'Xenogen saved all of your lives from me.'
'I'd be lost without Xenogen.'

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[forgodssake]

'xenogen will boot you up the arse if you delay in informing them of radical changes to their laboratories and they wind up finding out about it from your mate bragging on the network, on the off chance that happens again at all'
just to get back on point

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[fullmoon]

That isn't a very appealing advertisement at all.

[ But there's only a short pause. ]

I'm sorry.
I'll make it up to you.

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[forgodssake]

oh yeah?

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[fullmoon]

Yeah. Don't shag anyone you might be embarrassed about in your office for the time being.

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[forgodssake]

[ Too soon. ]

what's wrong with my office?

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[fullmoon]

[ RUBS SALT IN WOUND also quasimodos. ]

Nothing is wrong with your office.
Not that I can tell from here, at least. Walls still there. Desk in place.
We're just very good at mapping things that move.

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[forgodssake]

[ i refuse trash garbage ]

but you can tell if I am shagging someone in my office
this is making it up to me is it

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[fullmoon]

I won't be able to tell, because you won't be shagging anyone there. & more importantly Sirius also won't be able to tell. My gift to you.

If you walk your DUPRR friend through the laboratories sometime, let me know when. Can see if she shows up like a normal person.

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[forgodssake]

bloody hell Remus
alright will do
what would a 'normal person' look like on your map?

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[fullmoon]

Oh, don't.

We didn't do it to see who was shagging whom. We thought it might show us who/what else is here, where Ward & Resnik are, etc., & now there's no way to turn it off. But Sirius doesn't like you very much, if you're not aware, & right now all we have to stare at is your department.
& the void.
You're welcome.

Dot & name.
Proper name, whatever they know themselves as.

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[forgodssake]

Allow me to reframe my prior message and intent in better format--

[ Exaggerated awe; ] Bloody hell, Remus.

Did you want to try again too?

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[fullmoon]

Oh.

[ SO PLEASED. ]

We'll try. It's working for the parts we can see, so if we can make the whole ship display again, that should do it.

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[forgodssake]

[ A sound of acknowledgement.

He debates something like 'you know it's not my fault Sirius Black doesn't like me very much' but talking about Black beyond flippant statements highlighting his own dislike sounds super tedious. Cultivating a rivalry with a child at his age is gauche.

So-- ]

There's still tea here, if you get tired of staring into the abyss. You know what happens when you do that too much.