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CHARLES XAVIER

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[forgodssake]

[ He mutes the microphone of his own device to explain-- ]

Post-crash passenger. I think.

[ --and clicks it back on, not quite having the mental wherewithal to address everything she is saying, but he does glance towards Erik when she mentions the prospect of a convention with their new found neighbours. Then back at the device in a manner that is increasingly perplexed around accusations as to whether he should be doing things.

He's learned a lot since the first time he spilled out of a grav couch. One of such lesson includes that he can't control what people do without making himself insane. ]

I doubt they'll do any prancing, and there isn't a lot I can do from here. I suggest you sit tightly and keep an eye on the ones who've returned, and Dr Brandt will be there soon. No one will decide anything too quickly -- we do so like to debate things, around here.

[hairrands]

[AJ's busy watching said debate, and Charles gets a completely exasperated snort for his wry observation.]

They're playing sharesies with church-camp craft-fair feather necklaces to decide who gets to make first fucking contact; how did I get marooned with these fucking idiots?

[Oh, never mind, that must have been rhetorical. She's just cut the connection.]