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cнarleѕ "ѕpecтacυlar ѕнιтѕнow" хavιer. ([personal profile] mentis) wrote in [community profile] kore_logs2013-06-22 01:42 pm

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

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.
dowhatisays: (pool cue)

Annoying and drunk for 200 please, Alex

[personal profile] dowhatisays 2013-06-22 02:43 pm (UTC)(link)
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.
dowhatisays: (swag)

[personal profile] dowhatisays 2013-06-22 03:20 pm (UTC)(link)
"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.
dowhatisays: (sassy)

drunk Charles how you be so sassy

[personal profile] dowhatisays 2013-06-22 05:05 pm (UTC)(link)
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?"

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blackmagus: (♒ oh really?)

[personal profile] blackmagus 2013-06-23 04:38 am (UTC)(link)
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.
blackmagus: (♒ thoughtful)

Any! <3

[personal profile] blackmagus 2013-06-23 07:13 pm (UTC)(link)
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.

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[personal profile] burnburnburn 2013-06-23 05:41 pm (UTC)(link)
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.
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[personal profile] burnburnburn 2013-06-23 07:14 pm (UTC)(link)
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."

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intelligently: (10)

creepy children pls... i mean.

[personal profile] intelligently 2013-06-23 07:29 pm (UTC)(link)
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.
intelligently: (60)

what's the diff? :D

[personal profile] intelligently 2013-06-26 06:32 pm (UTC)(link)
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?
voliere: (over the edge)

any age charles is fine c:

[personal profile] voliere 2013-06-25 11:58 pm (UTC)(link)
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.
voliere: (sheepish)

[personal profile] voliere 2013-07-02 12:37 am (UTC)(link)
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."

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servingmichael: Damani Roberts (Child: Tiny prince on his throne)

Bitty Charles!

[personal profile] servingmichael 2013-07-04 02:01 am (UTC)(link)
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.
servingmichael: Damani Roberts (child:  An angel of the Lord)

[personal profile] servingmichael 2013-07-12 02:26 am (UTC)(link)
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."

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