➻ one | introduction to 1960s vernacular

[unwheeled]

[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.]

Comments

permavideo; I look FORWARD to it :D

[unwheeled]

I'm...going to assume Gryffindor is some sort of sports...team of some sort and Chuck Norris is likely a person.

Which is to say I have no idea what the details of your compliment [RIGHT?!] were, but. Thank you.

[studmuffin]

[ He just grins. At least he doesn't have to explain Harry Potter yet. He'll leave that to Ginny Weasley. ]

Totally a compliment. [ If he could, he would have total anime eyes right now because hell yes Professor Xavier. ] It took me weeks to figure out most of that stuff.

[unwheeled]

Then yes [Much less confused, much more emphatic smile goes here] thank you very much! I had time and no where else to be. Here, anyway.

What's your name?

[studmuffin]

[ If Scott were here they'd probably both be following him around like ducklings already. ]

Stiles. And no seriously, seriously, curse weekend and you've got it all covered. There should be an award. Or like a, here your sanity is gone, have this cookie kind of deal.

[unwheeled]

[Charles would be disturbed and amused by turns.]

So status altering curses only happen on the weekend? [Charles actually looks a little offended.] I'm not sure what flavor cookie that would be, but as long as it's not raisin posing as chocolate chips, I'll take it.

[studmuffin]

[ Good life choices. ]

Sometimes there are like weekends of all these different ones, like there's no playbook to read from. I don't know why. Curses can happen any time though, usually they're only twenty four hours but weekends like this they can be the whole time.

And the zombie thing lasted forever.

[unwheeled]

That would explain what's happening now, wouldn't it? It is Saturday, someone confirmed that for me earlier. [Still, Charles nods, clearly committing this all to memory before he grimaces because ZOMBIES, no.] However being...weeks? A week? A month?

[You're a teenager, he's not expecting literal speech.]

[studmuffin]

A couple of weeks. Which was totally unexpected and nobody was prepared at all.

[ Huffing a breath. ] Usually there's a way to figure this crap out pretty fast? But the ghoul-zombie thing kind of ended up a clusterfuck. Nobody could figure out why they wouldn't stay dead once you killed them.

[unwheeled]

[Everything you're saying Stiles is both horrifying and fascinating.] Someone else mentioned that certain raised undead had to be struck down by certain individuals with connections to their past.

Is that what you mean? Or were they all just...self-reviving?

[studmuffin]

Yeah, to get rid of them it had to be the person they were haunting. Like a seriously cruel anchor thing.

[ He thinks of Derek having to kill Laura and his expression changes. ] That's the thing about the City. It plays a crappy game.

[unwheeled]

[Charles nods.] I am still very thankful I missed it. Though I'm sorry for whatever distress it caused.

[studmuffin]

Don't worry, you'll probably get stuck with some bad magic soon. [ He grins. ]

But the people here are cool. There's that.

[unwheeled]

Being hit with bad magic isn't the goal, but I see your point.

There's a consensus with that. Everyone has friends.

[studmuffin]

[ Well, apart from Derek who doesn't need friends. ]

Yeah, and people you never thought you'd be cool with.

[unwheeled]

That's how life tends to work out. Some of the best friends are the unexpected ones.

[studmuffin]

[ Like revenge ridden german sealife. ]

Totally. With the curses people try to band together.

[unwheeled]

[Yes, Stiles, thank you.]

Seems like a good idea as any, and somewhat human nature besides.

[studmuffin]

[ It's okay. He ships you. ]

Yeah. And sometimes you're cursed into thinking total strangers are your new family so it gets passed that awkward getting to know you stage.

[unwheeled]

[If you ever actually say that to Charles, he'll probably literally headdesk in front of you.]

I have to admit that just sounds...ridiculously awkward.

[studmuffin]

[ ... Worth it. ]

Yeah, pretty much. Like the dozen or so curses I've been hit with have all been hideous. Like there was this one where a bird told everyone I liked ... someone's ass.

[unwheeled]

[Dear God Stiles why do you want to drive Charles insane?]

It would seem that most residents take these things in stride, however. I doubt anyone held you to that opinion.

[studmuffin]

[ It's how he makes friends, ok? ]

Nope, they totally did. It was rude.

[unwheeled]

[This is how people become alcoholics, Stiles. YOUR TYPE OF FRIENDSHIP.

Ok that's not really fair.]

They were likely teasing, you do realize that don't you?

[Charles, this boy is not yours to parent.]

[studmuffin]

[ But he could be. It's like winning the teenager lottery! ]

Well, yeah. But they're still jerks.

[unwheeled]

[Some lottery. :P]

Not everyone is...kind to their friends as a way of showing affection.