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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[ 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.

[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.

[ ... 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.

[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.

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

Nope, they totally did. It was rude.

[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.]

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

Well, yeah. But they're still jerks.

[Some lottery. :P]

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

[ Stop talking about your boyfriend, Charles. God. >D ]

Relationships built on mutual dislike and sarcasm are also epic.

[LOOK HERE CHILD. >{ I'LL TALK ABOUT WHOMEVER I LIKE.]

If by epic you mean rather long and drawn out and full of fighting, I suppose so.

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[ He'll tell you all your hair's going to fall out. ]

Makes things exciting.

[Miles and Loki beat you to it.]

You have a fascinating concept of exciting, Stiles, I'll say that much.

Stick around and you'll see how exciting, dude.

[ Goddamnit. ]

[And now Charles just...starts laughing because he has no idea where you are GOING WITH THIS but there's clearly something there.]

What do you do with your time, Stiles?

[ Harass the City's populace. ]

Not much. A couple of weeks ago I was living in the woods and helping a fr - [ No wait, they're not friends. ] helping Derek fix up his shack. Now I spend my time at the youth center. It's boring, so boring you almost wish you were cursed.

[And call them Gryphon's Doors. Don't think he hasn't forgotten you didn't explain.

Also he catches that slip.]

What does the Youth Center do?

It gives kids a place to stay, like a lot of us come here without our families, so. Kind of like a boarding school without the actual school.

...so you're in an orphanage.

[He doesn't sound too thrilled by that idea.]

Wow. No.

[ Shaking his head. ] My dad's very much alive, he's just not here.

But you're in a children's home that is not a school.

[What is the difference, that's the implied question.]

Don't call it an orphanage.

[ OVER PROTECTIVE OF HIS DAD, OKAY? ] Also, there isn't really a school. Or if there is one, I've never been told to go to it.

All right, I won't.

[That's perfectly fine and Charles will leave it.]

There is an academy but it is about as accessible as the library. [Which is to say that it's about as straightforward as a labyrinth.]

Huh.

I knew about the library but that's pretty much the first time I've heard of an Academy. I'm just sort of assuming this is like a giant vacation. Plus how do you generalise everyone's education? You can't.

[The management truly wishes that Charles had a lawn so that the following could happen:

→ Stiles camps out on said lawn in a chair
→ Charles asks what in Heaven's name is he doing, get off the lawn
→ Stiles laughs for hours at Charles thus causing endless confusion on Charles' end]

Considering I was offered a job and told that I would be an instructor on call, it may be less functional and more just...existing.

[ Charles, get a lawn. Get a lawn right now. Or Stiles will have to be on the hallway outside of his apartment. ]

Oh. Oh. Awesome. What are you going to teach?

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ooc; Charles is in the coffeeshop and staring at you, Stiles

he's not that perculiar. alsosorry for the late replies, work got on top of me ;;

"his mind is rather like a ball bearing in a double-paned glass jar" charles re:stiles

dfghjkl; oh my god.

he just. HOW DO YOU COPE WITH ALL THAT ENERGY IN YOUR HEAD charles doesn't understand

i have a constant headache, it's a cross i choose to bear.

charles is totally going to try to help stiles manage his attention disorder you do realize this

charles can be his yoda. and not get any of his jokes.

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