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[walkinthruwalls]

▶ WHO: Kitty Pryde + powered people mingle
▶ DATE: July 10, sunset
▶ WARNINGS: It's power time!!
▶ SUMMARY: Kitty wanted a non human/powered people meet and greet so they could make sure they were all okay. Someone gotta look out for them

( With the pieces of paper floating around it isn't hard to grab a sheet and a marker pen to make the sign for the door, commandeering one of the labs for the meeting. Kitty had waited until it had gotten dark before putting the sign on the door. Hopefully someone else would turn up - would see either the sign or her post it note. There were three people that Kitty at least knew knew of it. N, and two strangers.

Waiting Kitty took to looking around the lab, more making room and pulling out chairs than looking around. Although they'd probably have to clear them away again for any displays. Like running.

When the door to the lab opens Kitty is quick to turn around, a smile ready for whoever walks through the door. This is exciting. It has to be a good thing, right? Solidarity in unfamiliar and unnatural situations. Safety in numbers - and knowing that they're all safe. That maybe they could do something to help )

Hey. I'm Kitty.

( Well that was out of the way. Did they wait for others or just get on with it? )

Comments

this is fine!

[sigillum]

[Ollie's head cocks to the side like a curious dog at Charles' offer, before it registers that he means, oh, mind-witch.

Except not a mind-witch, because men can't be witches, and she wonders if he's like Wanda, who is a witch but says she isn't. Or if he's like Black Bolt, who's something else completely.

All these new rules are very confusing.]

Do you know sign?

[She figures, if he doesn't, he'll read the question in her mind as well, but having a conversation in her head is one thing with Wanda (who is a witch even if she says she isn't), but it's a little stranger with a man who definitely isn't a witch.]

[mentalisolate]

[He shakes his head, looking apologetic.]

I'm afraid I don't, although I'm sure I could pick up the meaning if you used enough of it. Or I could... [He twiddles his fingers again briefly.] ...learn it from you. None of those options are really particularly different, are they. [A brief laugh, a breathed out amused huff.] Anyway, no, I'm not a witch, I don't think. I'm a mutant.

[sigillum]

[It takes her a second to figure out what all that means, but then she associates the gesture he's making means telepathy and realizes that yes, he is a mind-witch who isn't a mind-witch.

So she stops bothering to sign and just focuses her thoughts on what she wants him to "hear".

A mutant, with superpowers?

Clint mentioned them.]