➻ 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

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

[unwheeled]

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

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

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

[studmuffin]

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.

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

[unwheeled]

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.]

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

[studmuffin]

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.

[unwheeled]

[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.

[studmuffin]

[ 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?