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poly_chromatic2013-01-26 04:51 pm
unwheeled) wrote in poly_chromatic2013-01-26 04:51 pm
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➻ 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.]
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.]
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.
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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Yeah, someone should get on that or whatever.
Er, you said stuff about helping people with powers and whatever? Is that like, your job?
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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.
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I'm sorry, I didn't catch your name?
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Family is good, and familiar faces are helpful I would bet. How have you found things thus far?
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[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?
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And if I don't get my powers my whole family dies.
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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?
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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.
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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.
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Um... he's sort of a god. A really smelly one, but a god anyway.
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Ah... [Blink, blink.] Well, there you go, I suppose.
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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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