on wanting to play charles at a game again

[mentis]

Really darling, once bitten, twice shy? You're sounding more and more like Erik. [ Actually he's more once bitten, now murderous and all consuming rage but that comment just gets a small hmph! for it's effort. ]

You'll figure something or somewhere out, I'm sure. Now how about you leave a poor sod to his nap, hm? I was having a rather splendid dream about these two twins from Essex ...

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[darkholme]

[ everything is fine up until that last bit- ]

Eugh.

[mentis]

[ Wow Raven. ]

What?

[darkholme]

Let's maybe not share anymore about your nap dreams, okay? Nobody wants to hear about that, Charles. Nobody.

[mentis]

I beg to differ. I think you'll find the populace finds me quite handsome and that sort of thing is in now. Threesomes and the like.

[ He should probably get drunk now. ] Fifty shades of pornography or whatever it is that's hip.

[darkholme]

Oh, my God.

[ hands up in the air, just noping so hard right now. ]

You can't just- go around telling people about threesomes you may or may not have been in. Or want to be in. You're a professor, and professors get fired for that sort of thing. [ nevermind that he doesn't have a job from which he can get fired nevermind that ] The only 'hip' that you need to ever worry about is the genetic somethingorothers that causes people to have. hips. Listen, just-

[ she's so flustered and traumatized good lord ]

please never say anything like that again, promise me.

[mentis]

[ HE IS TRYING NOT TO LAUGH. ]

Raven, we've talked about this. When a man and his beer love each other very much than some things happen. [ Is she going to faint? Kill him? ANYTHING? ]

[zwischen]

[ What exactly is he overhearing. ]

And the like. [ Do tell, Charles. ]

[darkholme]

Erik. No.

[ do NOT tell, charles. ]

You stop.

[ she's trying to just sound stern and veryserious but really she's panicked that he might actually start talking about this and no ]

[kittysdragon]

[Euw. Prof is supposed to be in charge and old and bald and not fancy girls that way. Scottish Doctors excepted. Actually now Lockheed thinks of it he's also supposed to be dead by Dark Phoenix. Not that that sort of thing is regularly undoable back in Lockheed's neck of the woods.]

[mentis]

Hello. [ No, he's totally handsome and sexually interested in many things. It's totally okay. ] Who do we have here then?

[kittysdragon]

Hey... ah, Prof. [Fair enough, it is cool to have the Prof be all young and fun for a change.] I'm Lockheed! Kinda 'now you in the 'uture. Or in 'nother universe, not 'ure 'hich.

[mentis]

[ He thinks you'll find the word is g r o o v y. ] Well, if my future includes charming talking dragons then that's fine by me.

[kittysdragon]

[Well Kitty hasn't versed Lockheed in the lingo of the Sixties. Though Lockheed would consider the Prof the ever loving greatest, daddy-o.] Charmin'? Thanks, I 'hink. Me an'... well, me best friend are folks yeh know when yeh older. [And balder. And wheelchairer.] I'm from outta space. Don't worry, won't exterminate yeh... or 'ave yeh lot 'een Doctor Who yet?

[tinmanator]

Is dreaming your favourite hobby?

[mentis]

It has been said. Usually by my sister. Usually at high volume. I don't see anything harmful in dreaming.

I apologize for my character. He has issues.

[nowherebound]

Typical mutant pervert.

ahhahaah that's okay.

[mentis]

[ Immediately his whole dememour changes, the jovial friendly professor drops away into something more serious, more severe. ]

I beg your pardon?

[nowherebound]

It's bad enough this place is continually crawling with mutants, but now we're getting more. How fantastic. At this rate there'll be more mutants than actual people here.

[mentis]

Thankfully not all as ignorant as you. [ Charles' smile is gun-shot bright and disappears quite as easily as it appeared. ] You're working under the assumption that mutants aren't people. It must be terrible to be so backward.

[nowherebound]

We're not people. People don't do the horrible, laws-of-physics breaking things we can do. They don't have our instability. They act on less instinct. Humans are people. Mutants are not.

[wizard_redfive]

[Dairine was drawn the prospect of having a mutant around the castle again. It really has been too long. And having another telepath to chat with would always be nice. But then he added that last bit and her nose scrunches up.]

Ugh, TMI.

[mentis]

I'm sorry, I'm not entirely sure what TMI means. Is it a cartoon? [ He's so sorry, he's a terrible person. ]

[wizard_redfive]

Man, you must not be from around here. It's a contraction for "too much information."

[mentis]

I'm not really certain how any of this is too much information. [ So sweetly innocent. ] Maybe the meaning of my statement is being misconstrued.

[ Or maybe not Charles, you're a slag. ]

[wizard_redfive]

Uh huh. [She does not believe that for a minute.] Just keep the dreams to yourself, if you don't mind. I have enough going on in my mind without it.

[In other words, no projecting your dreams. She has enough telepathic calls without unintended messages...which she wouldn't want to see ever.]