→ it's so quiet here and i feel so cold,

[mentis]

Who: Charles Xavier & you!
What: You guessed it - tiny mutant running around trying to teach you all the ways of the world and how Einstein is cooler than everyone. Also this is a recurring dream because neglect makes you like that. a/n: If you feel like running in to Charles at any other age too then that's fine, he'll be haunting his house. Just back from boarding school? Go for it. Annoying and drunk and just like his mother? Sure. Twenty-seven and lusting over Erik worrying about his newly adopted children? I am all set for all things but let's just focus on how the mansion is terrible yes. Just let me know.
When: Day 83 - 88
Where: Xavier Mansion, big and dark and creepy.
Warnings: The most adorable little telepath ( after River, obviously ) that you will ever meet.



Kitchen. Living room. Foyer. Library. Grounds. Choose your own adventure.

Comments

Annoying and drunk for 200 please, Alex

[dowhatisays]

Charlie is fairly certain he's never even seen a mansion this big before, and he knows some of the seriously high-ups on the food chain. But maybe bootleggers are more into the transitory accommodations.

Certain as he knows anything, Charlie knows he's supposed to go inside. He stubs out his cigarette and wanders inside, making his way to a sitting room with an impressively full drinks cabinet, pouring himself a scotch. Damn. That's some good stuff. Ain't had anything this pure since before 1920. He settles himself in, waiting. He knows he's waiting for someone. He'll probably know who once they show up.

[mentis]

He hates Westchester with a passion unknown to man. The very walls teem with a seething kind of dispirit that sinks into his skin. Every time he comes back the same thing happens all over again. This time though, Raven has escaped the ire of his mother by staying in London to work, and so it is just Charles who has to deal with her.

After a spectacular screaming match and the exhaustion of a quarter bottle of whiskey, Charles escapes the minute he knows she's asleep, restlessly making his way to the sitting room. He's drunk, but not enough, and so he all but storms into the room and shuts the door before he realises he's not alone.

Staring at Charlie for a minute before he speaks,

"Should you be in here?"

[dowhatisays]

"You tell me. It's your fucking house."

Which he knows, as soon as the other man walks in, sure as he knows which room he was supposed to go into. He remembers Charles Xavier, vaguely, from their few interactions. But he looks younger here, and based on the slight sway to his walk, more than a little intoxicated. Can't blame him, booze as good as this on offer.

[mentis]

Charles is decidedly too drunk to even successfully navigate his own mutation so he doesn't try, just sways slightly on his feet and hums a little. Telepathy makes it much easier to communicate but right now he's as pissed as a fart and doesn't care.

"I doubt my mother pays you to drink her booze, she does well with that on her own."

And he does too, clearly. He moves to the cabinet, leaning heavily as he cracks open a bottle of scotch and hastily pours it into a glass. It spills slightly but that doesn't stop him from lifting it to his mouth anyway.

drunk Charles how you be so sassy

[dowhatisays]

Charlie raises a slightly skeptical eyebrow. "Weren't aware I was on the fucking payroll heres." He'd say something like 'are you sure you've had enough' if it wasn't fucking hypocritical. Or if he gave a shit. So instead he goes for, "What's got you all fucking wound up?"

[blackmagus]

It's not that big houses are a strange thing to her, as she's lived in one for sixteen years — but ordinarily she does dream of hers, and it's usually not pleasant. This is simply a big, dark... possibly empty house. Jazz pads along at her feet as she moves around cautiously, disturbed the sheer level of control of herself that she has. It's a lot more difficult, most of the time.

"Hello?" she calls softly, drawing her coat firmly around her against the evening chill.

which version of charles do you want madam?

[mentis]

To her right there is an ajar door and the sound of movement drifting from it. It doesn't come across as particularly sinister, just as though there is someone within the quiet house who is moving something about. It's a big house, but there's is only a little noise coming from one person.

When she speaks though, the noise ceases as though whoever is responsible is listening out.

Any! <3

[blackmagus]

Fortescue pauses, listening hard as the house grows even quieter. Beside her, Jazz does the exact same thing, tail swishing idly behind him. In the dark, he's little more than a shadow with two reflective eyes. It's hard not to feel nervous, and so she proceeds forward — carefully, keeping her eyes peeled for movement, hands at her side but ready to act.

[mentis]

"You have a cat."

After moments of quiet, there's the sound of small footsteps. Charles appears at the door to the room, a child and utterly curious. Perhaps he should be a little bit more concerned about the woman in his house but Jazz has seemingly brought that to secondary concern. "I didn't think cats liked sitting on shoulders. That would be parrots."

[burnburnburn]

Dilandau's wandering through the library of the mansion, pulling books off of shelves in search of clues as to where he is. He recognises some of the letters as the script of the Mystic Moon, but as with dreams nothing is readable. He drops them on the floor in disgust each time he realises the words aren't staying still.

[mentis]

A younger Charles is the one who greets Dilandau in this dream. He's barely twenty, a blazer jacket slung over his shoulder and a smile on his face as he enters the library. But he stops when he sees the figure, a confused expression over his face.

"Hello? Should you be in here?"

[burnburnburn]

He drops the book he's holding, as now the answer has become clear. He approaches with a scowl.

"No, I shouldn't be in here. I don't want to be here either, you bastard, but I'm trapped. Wake up."

[mentis]

His eyes widen a little as he takes a step back, his shoulder knocking against the wood of the door. "I'm sorry? I haven't the first clue what you're talking about."

He eyes him up, curious and cautious all at once, "Does my mother know you're in here?"

creepy children pls... i mean.

[intelligently]

Lydia didn't know where she was. It was a long corridor that looked even longer the more that she walked down it - which, due to dream mechanics, seemed really slow. Really slow. It was a little unnerving, the place, the feeling, and the darkness, and that unnerving would slowly lead to creepy. Great. Another Peter Hale situation, just what she wanted?

Lydia stopped walking for a moment, turning to look at the corridor behind her. Nothing. At least nothing that she was able to see, anyway. Where were the lights, or even a nicely placed candle or sconce? She sighed, and against better judgement called out. Someone had to be here, right? (And even if she'd had better judgement she was dreaming - you called out in dreams)

"Is anybody there?" She couldn't decide which answer she'd want from that - it had good and bad choices either way.

he's adorable, not creepy ok.

[mentis]

A door opens to her right, light spilling out into the corridor and illuminating the corridor all save for the shadow of a small boy. Charles peeks out at her from the side of the door, a baseball bat clutched well and truly into his little hand as though he's prepared for a threat. When he sees the girl though he holds it behind him with an embarrassed flush of his cheeks.

"Hello."

He's in his pajamas, a blue flannel nightgown over them and he knows he shouldn't be out of his room but he'd heard someone and had to go and investigate. "Are you one of mother's friends? You shouldn't be up here. She usually entertains guests on the first floor."

Wordy for an eleven year old, wouldn't you think?

what's the diff? :D

[intelligently]

Very wordy. It sounds a little strange at first but what he says, and the question he poses is far more important than that.

"I'm not." And that possibly sounds bad, and dangerous considering he has a baseball bat, even if he is a small child, but she'll explain. "I don't actually know where I am, or how I got here." And she does look equally confused to go with that. What kind of creepy place was this?

[mentis]

"Oh."

He puts the bat down almost immediately, leans it against the wall and smiles at her. Charles is a polite boy, he knows how to speak to people. And the fear seeps off her in waves. "You're in Westchester, New York."

A little furrow creasing his forehead, "I don't know how you could have gotten here without realising. It's a long way to sleep walk. We have a lot of grounds."

any age charles is fine c:

[voliere]

The library is beautiful. Elizabeth found herself here what seems like hours ago and she can't pull herself away, running her fingers along the spines of old books and practically skipping her way down the aisles. This is something she feels like she's only dreamed of. Excusing the pun.

But that's where she'll be, in an aisle surrounded by books stacked up around her like a fort, reading quietly and occasionally humming softly to herself as she turns the pages.

[mentis]

Charles has always thought of the library as his. After his father died he was the only one who ever really inhabited it. His mother left it well enough alone as long as he didn't make too much of a fuss over it and kept it the same way it had always been. It's unlikely he would want to change it either way. It reminds him of better times, and of the promise of brighter things. The books are an escape.

So he doesn't expect anyone to be in here when he slips inside, quiet as a dormouse because he's at that age where he simply wants to be left alone. Not so much sullen teenager as his sister but a very private one. What he doesn't expect is the girl to be there. He looks to the books and then to her, confusion across his face. He didn't even feel her mind outside the door.

"Hello."

[voliere]

She jumps slightly when he speaks up - she's not sure why she wasn't expecting anybody to come in here, but she isn't. Either way, she slowly lowers the book she's got ready to smack whatever comes up behind her and offers a little bit of a sheepish smile.

"Ah - hello. Is this your library? I'm sorry, I didn't mean to intrude."

[mentis]

Charles doesn't like people panicking around him. Too many people do that already. Each time he comes home his mother has new staff or new friends and they all treat him like he's either a child to be coddled or someone to be feared. The latter hurts more than the former, simply because he is not his mother and will never be.

"Yes, but that's all right. I just didn't expect anyone to be in here, that's all."

Bitty Charles!

[servingmichael]

Raphael can tell there is a child here, somewhere, so he shifts to something less likely to frighten him, and leaned against a railing around the stairs, waiting for Charles to circle around.

[mentis]

Circle round he does, his baseball bat clutched in one hand as he does a circuit of the house. His mother is out and he is the sole person responsible for everything, the servants, himself. He has to protect the house. So he's surprised when he runs into Rapheal. There's nothing coming off his mind and Charles isn't used to that. The silence is almost alarming.

"Who are you?"

[servingmichael]

There's silence but if Charles is talented enough to dig a little, there's an echo of storms to Raphael's mind, and it's colored green.

"Hello. My name is Raphael." His voice is calm, almost serene. "I wandered inside."

[mentis]

"The gates are locked."

It's like radio static for a moment, a frown appearing between his eyes and a look of concentration that could not be hid. He's a child, he hasn't yet learnt smoke and mirror tricks.