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thisavrou_log2016-09-26 08:08 pm
notthemaniwas) wrote in thisavrou_log2016-09-26 08:08 pm
You decide every moment of every day... (CLOSED)
Who: Charles (Daisy, Jean, Tex, Peter)
When: The day Charles wakes up from Cryo
Where: Medical, Moro deck, kipos garden, bow observation deck
What: Charles has been in cryo for a few months and he's waking up to a few changes. And people.
Warnings: Nooooone?
[A]
He was just... sleeping. Charles could remember sleeping a lot back in New York. Usually he slept off his hangovers, that wasn't what this was. For one, he hadn't been drinking prior to this that he could remember. Second, he didn't sleep completely naked. Or in medical in a cryo unit. After taking a moment to gather his thoughts, he pulled himself out of the unit, looking around for something to cover himself. And then hopefully his uniform. He wasn't going to wander around in nothing but a towel, after all.
His clothes had to be stored nearby right? Whoever had put him here wouldn't have carried him naked from... where ever he'd been. He had to have been stripped down here, it only made sense. Once found, he wasted no time changing. Better to wear the ships uniform than nothing at all.
[B]
He made his way to his room when he could, sure (hoping) his things hadn't been tampered with by his roommates. The first thing he really wanted to do was grab a glass and some of the whiskey he'd bought on the planet they'd visited when the Ingress had first brought him here. And then he'd think of what else he should do, where else he should go.
The rooms were still strange looking in his opinion (what was wrong with regular beds, why did these have to hang from the ceiling?) but he'd gotten used to them. And the room he was assigned was large enough that his belongings wouldn't have been in the way while he slept.
[C]
He never had visited the garden before, what he was starting to think of it as, his coma. It seemed relaxing though, or relaxing enough, and he could use that. When he found the tree and all the candles, it wasn't just the compulsion to do so that had him lighting a candle. It was clearly some kind of tradition, and something to be respected. And he would do just that.
The glass sculpture he found left him unsettled. He knew what he looked like: fuzz on his face and long unkempt hair. He needed to work on that a bit. But when he looked into it, for a moment he glimpse himself when he had first met Erik, another moment showed him when he'd been twelve. And another showed him an older, bald, man. That wasn't going to happen. He was quite fond of his hair, thank you very much.
[D]
Looking at the stars from the observation deck was nice. He hadn't studied it before, it didn't interest him like it did Hank, but he had to admit that it was fascinating. Mostly that they could travel space at all, that he was far into the future. That wasn't quite so odd considering Logan had traveled to the past but still, it was fascinating. And he hoped that coming to the bow meant he wouldn't be disturbed quite as much as he would elsewhere.
When: The day Charles wakes up from Cryo
Where: Medical, Moro deck, kipos garden, bow observation deck
What: Charles has been in cryo for a few months and he's waking up to a few changes. And people.
Warnings: Nooooone?
[A]
He was just... sleeping. Charles could remember sleeping a lot back in New York. Usually he slept off his hangovers, that wasn't what this was. For one, he hadn't been drinking prior to this that he could remember. Second, he didn't sleep completely naked. Or in medical in a cryo unit. After taking a moment to gather his thoughts, he pulled himself out of the unit, looking around for something to cover himself. And then hopefully his uniform. He wasn't going to wander around in nothing but a towel, after all.
His clothes had to be stored nearby right? Whoever had put him here wouldn't have carried him naked from... where ever he'd been. He had to have been stripped down here, it only made sense. Once found, he wasted no time changing. Better to wear the ships uniform than nothing at all.
[B]
He made his way to his room when he could, sure (hoping) his things hadn't been tampered with by his roommates. The first thing he really wanted to do was grab a glass and some of the whiskey he'd bought on the planet they'd visited when the Ingress had first brought him here. And then he'd think of what else he should do, where else he should go.
The rooms were still strange looking in his opinion (what was wrong with regular beds, why did these have to hang from the ceiling?) but he'd gotten used to them. And the room he was assigned was large enough that his belongings wouldn't have been in the way while he slept.
[C]
He never had visited the garden before, what he was starting to think of it as, his coma. It seemed relaxing though, or relaxing enough, and he could use that. When he found the tree and all the candles, it wasn't just the compulsion to do so that had him lighting a candle. It was clearly some kind of tradition, and something to be respected. And he would do just that.
The glass sculpture he found left him unsettled. He knew what he looked like: fuzz on his face and long unkempt hair. He needed to work on that a bit. But when he looked into it, for a moment he glimpse himself when he had first met Erik, another moment showed him when he'd been twelve. And another showed him an older, bald, man. That wasn't going to happen. He was quite fond of his hair, thank you very much.
[D]
Looking at the stars from the observation deck was nice. He hadn't studied it before, it didn't interest him like it did Hank, but he had to admit that it was fascinating. Mostly that they could travel space at all, that he was far into the future. That wasn't quite so odd considering Logan had traveled to the past but still, it was fascinating. And he hoped that coming to the bow meant he wouldn't be disturbed quite as much as he would elsewhere.
Jeeeeeeeeeean <3
"Yes?" He noticed the shock, maybe she did know him. Logan and Erik had been surprised about him walking as well. He just wished he could place her. Then again, Peter seemed to be from the future.
This ship was ridiculous.
"I'm very sorry, have we met?"
:')
The step back happens without her realizing it but she stays where she is, swallowing the lump in her throat and trying to force a smile, "I guess not. I seem to be from too far ahead." For him, for Peter.
Even when she wasn't alone, she was.
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"I- I'm so sorry." And he was. This wasn't fair to either of them but especially for her. However much he wanted to bury the teacher, the nurturing guardian, that ran a school for gifted youngsters, this broke right through to it.
"We'll get to know each other all again though."
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"I know. It's just... not the same."
A beat, as she forces out, her voice tighter, "You're not the same." She doesn't feel it. His powers. That link they had. And that cut right through her.
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"And no, I'm not. The man you know, I imagine he's very different if he was taking on students again." He couldn't even imagine opening the school, again, not for a long time. He didn't have the willpower or confidence to take on students again.
And, before he could talk himself out of it, he took a step forward and pulled her into a hug.
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But it's not him.
She steps back, pulling away from him, shaking her head. Her voice cracks, "I'm sorry. I can't."
She honestly thought she could do this.
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"Don't be. What can I do to help?"
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"Hank made a serum to treat my spine but a slightly higher dose of it suppresses my mutated DNA and makes me... more human."