poly_chromatic | ➻ one | introduction to 1960s vernacular

[Have a video, Poly! Done in a rather typical sort of videoblogger format, although the man looking into the camera doesn't seem too certain that it's recording. Instead he peers at the screen for several seconds before moving his eyes to the upper right hand corner and...]

Oh! It is on. [Whoops. Self-conscious hair smoothing fidgeting happens. Also Charles' accent is some bizarre amalgamation of Queen's English and high society New York.] Ah-heh. Anyway: hello and good evening, denizens of the City! Some of you I've spoken to already, and the majority of you I surely haven't, but I just arrived today and I wished to make certain that I am properly understanding the predicament that we are all in for the length of our stay. Thus...

[He begins to tick things off on on his fingers.]

We are all trapped within the confines of an island, in a City literally called 'The City', run by "gods" who, while not terribly creative on the naming of locations front, have other much groovier ideas, including but not limited to:
Curses, or events in which people find themselves suffering from any matter of unwitting statuses, including but not limited to rapid aging or age regression (complete with amnesia), waking up with one's body changed to the opposite gender, and being constantly followed by an animal familiar or companion.
However, the City does have several social programs and the residents, despite not coming here of their own volition, are expected to contribute to the economy by either working or opening their own business.
Along that same vein, there is a coin system here that appears to be roughly in base-5 and despite the fact that there is no guarantee a business' debtors will still be here in a month, all businesses will allow you to purchase items on credit until you do find employment.
The Academy will hire you as an instructor on as little as your own word and several, rather basic, written tests on the Sciences. [Smirk.]
Several of you have been here for quite a long while, meaning a year or more and:
Several of you are possessing superhuman or mutant abilities.
We have no control over when we leave or arrive; however we are returned to the moment that we left and may return here with partial memory of our prior stay.
Everyone who spends time alone is affected by the same aural hallucination after several hours.
The subway system induces fits of hysteria.

[Ten items, ten fingers!]

Is there anything I've missed? Other than the undead construction workers currently beyond the city limits, anyway.

Oh! Other than introducing myself, which I suspect is only polite: my name is Charles Xavier and while teaching is my calling, helping other people reach their full potential, specifically in the case of powers and abilities, is my passion.

It's nice to meet you...all. [Such a cocky smile, really.]

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[That was a LOT longer than Axl usually has the attention span to bother listening to, but the 'powers and abilities' bit catches his interest.]

You seriously worked all that out when you just got here? Freaky, man.

Well I had several hours of daylight to burn; I figured I might as well be productive.

That sweet-as, bro. It took me like ages to work all that shit out.

[Your vernacular is unfamiliar but Charles will roll with it.] If I haven't missed anything I might want to type it all up and put it in a pamphlet somewhere.

[It is a rare and far-off dialect known as 'kiwi'. It gets some taking used to.]

Yeah, someone should get on that or whatever.

Er, you said stuff about helping people with powers and whatever? Is that like, your job?

[Charles will manage.]

Or whatever, yes.

It's...not exactly a job, because that would imply someone is making me do it. [Ha-ha.] But it's something I've found an affinity for, and something that I enjoy doing, so.

Oh, sweet. There are loads of people with powers here and stuff, I bet you'll stuff to do.

One hopes! I like to keep busy.

I'm sorry, I didn't catch your name?

Oh, I'm Axl Johnson.

Nice to meet you, Mr. Johnson. How long have you been here?

Just Axl, thanks. Erm, couple of months now? Two of my brothers and my mate from home've been here about as long.

All right, Axl.

Family is good, and familiar faces are helpful I would bet. How have you found things thus far?

Pretty freaky, over all. And I'm well used to freaky.

[Axl is switching over to private now. Just in case. Because he's gotten in trouble before with spilling the beans too early from Mike and he'd rather not get lectured a bunch again.]

So are people with weird powers like a normal thing in your world?

Normal would be a misnomer; mutations that allow for superhuman abilities happen, but weren't public information back home. I knew, and some others, but normal isn't the word I would use.

Oh. Cause like, where I'm from it's kind of like that. Sort of.

Where you're from it's normal, or it happens but isn't discussed?

The second one? Me and my brothers, and some other peoples, we've got like, powers and stuff? But I don't get mine yet for lots of complicated shit.

But I take you actually know what those factors are?

I'm supposed to find someone. But she could be, like, anywhere. Or, maybe I'm not supposed to be looking for her and half to like, become my true self or something and wait for her to come to me.

And if I don't get my powers my whole family dies.

[Wow, Axl, way to live on the Jungian hero's path.]

Well...it's likely the latter. To be honest. That seems to be the way of stories like that, anyway, if that's of any help to you.

How long do you have to manage it?

[He would perhaps be comforted if he knew what that was.]

That what Kvasir said. But he was like super cryptic and shit.

If I die before I get my powers some big natural disaster takes everyone out. So, until then I guess.

[Clearly Charles will have to explain it to him! He can probably find some graphic-friendly version of the hero's path somewhere.]

Who is Kvasir? Also cryptic...tends to be how those things go. If people are given the direct route and know they'll succeed they'll never change, right?

Well. I'd say try not to die but I'm sure you know that already.

[This would be helpful. Axl isn't a big reader.]

Um... he's sort of a god. A really smelly one, but a god anyway.

[Don't worry Axl, Charles won't judge.]

Ah... [Blink, blink.] Well, there you go, I suppose.

There's a bunch of us. In New Zealand. Norse gods.

Oh, and we met Maori gods a bit ago so I dunno there may be loads more all over the place.

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