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▶ 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? )

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Kitty

[Charles reads through the notes and knows there's a mutant out there looking for solidarity. That, or someone trying to make sure all the mutants here end up in one place, but he's making the effort towards optimism now. There is hope, and practically, he should be there whether it's a trap or not. He can read the intentions of 'K', and help mutants, however that might best be done.

There's a tangential familiarity about K, when he finds the right room. An echo of something he knows somehow. He doesn't sense anything jarring, or not in earnest, though, and Peter (as he'd correctly assumed) is there as well, and fine. He moves his hand from his temple to the doorknob, and enters.]

Kitty.

[An acknowledgement of her name. But he does know after all, he realises. A vision of her among happy students from his older self, her presence by Logan's head, sending him back in time. He's stunned for a moment before he rallies, levels his most professorial smile at her. It's a little undermined by looking like an unshaven hippie.]

This...may prove difficult to believe, but I'm Charles Xavier.

Everyone else

[After speaking with Kitty, he moves about the room, introducing himself, doing his best to encourage people to tell him of their powers. He's rusty at this, true, but he'll have to learn his way with it again if he wants things to be as they were. He tells people he's a mutant, at least. That's important. He's not as immediately forthcoming as to the nature of his powers, but he'll tell anyone who asks.]

((If he's trying for encouragement, he'll probably run into the one boy who's barely speaking unless spoken too, and even then, not sharing much. Nico's sitting in a corner instead, attention focused on the different things cluttering the lab benches. Being in a science lab is pretty foreign to him, after all.

When Charles approaches, he'll barely glance away from the beakers and pipettes he's toying with.)) Nico. Demigod. We should've made "hello, my name is" stickers.

Those defeat the purpose of having a mingle a bit, don't they? Boiling everything down to reading stickers?

[He might as well just read everyone and plant the information of his name into their mind, Charles thinks. If there's to be an introduction, then it should be more than pertinent information on a list.]

Are there any other demigods here? [Because you look very young and he's concerned, Nico.]

I thought the point was to learn of everyone's powers so that we can coordinate our scouting and defense efforts better. ((Trust him - if this had been billed as a social gathering, Nico wouldn't have come.))

There are a few others. ((But Nico is deceivingly powerful, for how young (and short) he is.)) My powers are probably most applicable for other people to know.

Ah...well. [Very blunt. Very straightforward. Erik would probably like this kid, honestly.] I find that groups tend to work better when there's a human element involved along with the solely tactical consideration. [It might make it hurt more, sometimes, but it's definitely more effective. He feels like he's proved that multiple times.

Anyway, he only asked because he hoped you have friends with you but alright. Charles supposes that will have to be good enough.] I hope they know they're just as welcome to this little group, however relevant their powers.

[Ollie still isn't sure about this whole thing, but she's here and has been eavesdropping on conversations because that's the best way to get a feel for people. There are no witches, not real ones, aside from Regina so far, and that's disappointing, but... she can deal with people alone.

When Charles approaches her, she signs:]

O-l-l-i-e

[But with the look of someone who doesn't expect to be understood.]

[Charles can't read sign language but he can read intent with his telepathy. It takes him a moment to determine why she's using it, to know how to respond, but she's not deaf, which makes things easiest.]

A pleasure to meet you, Ollie. [He hesitates a moment, then. It would be kindest and easiest for Ollie if he explained, probably, but not the easiest for him... She'll have to learn sooner or later, he supposes. Everyone will. He might as well get it out of the way.]

You can just speak to me up here [a flicker of fingers demonstratively by his temple] if you want, rather than signing. Whatever's easiest for you.

[ooc: let me know if her magic would defend against his telepathy and I'll edit if necessary]

[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.]

[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.

[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.]

( Before the man speaks Kitty can't help but find a little familiarity about the man. The way he moves, his manner as he says her name. It's a funny feeling, because she doesn't think she's ever seen him before. But then the name gets her attention. Charles Xavier.

Knowing what they were going to do and actually meeting the man from the past- except she hadn't gone to the past, not by the sign on the door. Well, not as much in the past as when he was from. Actually having Xavier here? Any form of him? It was always a spirit booster - Kitty would always believe in him )

Not that difficult. ( Although since he was from the past- would he know about the future? Had he met Logan yet and learned all of that? She hadn't done anything yet so she didn't expect it ) It's good to see you again Professor.

( Again, for the first time- it makes her smile at least )

[Charles still isn't certain how being called 'Professor' again makes him feel. It's always only been as true as he allows it to be, anyway, and if Kitty wants him to be Professor X, he thinks he can manage it. Even if it's a bit odd--they can't be that far apart in age--but that's nothing too new either.]

And you. [Even though it really had been only "seeing".] I doubt I'll have another chance like this one--thank you for everything, truly. I can't tell you whether or not everything has worked out, especially not while we're stuck here, but at the very least you've helped Raven and me.

I'm glad it's going to go well. I mean I'd been talking about the idea to you- older you but we hadn't started yet.

( Which made this even weirder than her being able to meet a man from the past. The fact that he knew of something that, for her, hadn't happened yet - and he was in the past. She knew that playing with time was confusing from when she'd done it before but this was the weirdest it came )

It sucks that we got pulled here instead of getting to figure it all out though.

[It's especially odd, he realises, because possibly, where he's situated, this Kitty no longer exists. He's not sure how he feels about that. Do alternate historical outcomes cease to exist, or will this Kitty end up trapped in the horrific future he saw from Logan's mind? Too much to consider for the moment, when there's the current issue to be dealt with.]

All I hope is that when we return [the "when" is a purposeful choice, he has to think in term of whens and not ifs] we find ourselves precisely where we left, and when. I don't like to think what might happen if time progresses without us.

[He shakes his head slightly, as if it will shake free the idea, and smiles again, instead.]

This meeting you've organised: it's a very good idea. Uniting us, here. [Being what he should be, when he can't.]

[ There's someone over in the corner of the room, watching Xavier. The man is familiar to Black Bolt, in a way he can't quite place... until he overhears some introduction. Then it clicks into place, and a look of almost-relief comes to his serious face. The stern expression gets a little lighter, anyway.

He waits for some time Xavier is alone before he approaches, and of course he doesn't make a sound on his way over. But he does keep a thought at the forefront of his mind, an obvious presentation to anyone that might happen to be using telepathy: Hello, professor. ]

[Really, despite his brief experience running a school for and with people who knew his power, Charles isn't accustomed to people working with him, directly sending purposeful conversation without his initiation. So his expression is full of surprise when he turns towards Black Bolt, and he initially does the telepathic equivalent of whispering back to someone with laryngitis.]

Hello.

[Shortly after, he realises that's ridiculous, the man is walking toward him. This clearly isn't a secret conversation.]

Erh. Hello. Do we...I'm sorry, I'm not sure I've met you before.

[ He stops not far away — a conversational distance, really. He's clearly done this sort of thing before, holding a half verbal and half telepathic conversation, and doesn't seem to feel at all awkward. He holds his next thought just as clearly as the first for Xavier. ]

I didn't think you would recognize me. The Xavier I know is older. [ More bald, too. But weird temporal shit happens all the time, right? This is fine. ] My name is Black Bolt.

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