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excessivehubris) wrote in savevoid2014-03-12 02:04 pm
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Week 16 | Day 7 | Open
CHARACTERS: Charles Xavier (excessivehubris) and OPEN
DATE: 3/12/2014 (Week 16, Day 7)
RATING: PG-13
SUMMARY: It's been a very interesting couple of days. Time for tea, reflection and trying to fix the frikkin sling on his arm!
It had been a very eventful past couple of days and Charles had barely had time to sit down before he was up and off with one group or another, the most recent being out in the jungle having bits of cultists rain down upon him.
That required at least a couple of baths, cold water or otherwise!
The bathing had gotten his body (and hair) clean but he still had to do something about the bandages around his splint. They had once been a bed sheet and while useful to the task, there weren't the resources to simply ditch them and get fresh. So that meant washing them, which meant undoing them; not a problem in and of itself but it meant that at some point, he'd have to re-secure the arm in it's wire cage.
The wire cage that served as a splint around his broken arm was at least a step or two above using two sticks but it could do with a washing as well and so Charles took over the kitchen (cleaning out the odd stubborn vine) for a bit to do some impromptu laundry. This had the added benefit of also being close to the source of tea!
Tea, laundry and a chance to quietly consider the subject of Steve, he alternated between making notes in a book, drinking tea and shifting the washing around. It was actually not a bad way to spend the day, at least up until the point where he had to get the splint back on.
Though he had the use of his dominant hand, his left was still out of commission and unlike some who had the useful mutation of telekinesis, Charles' telepathy was fairly useless for this task. Which was why he no doubt looked utterly ridiculous, bent over his own lap, attempting to keep his left arm in place as he worked at securing knots with his teeth.
[ooc: Action or Prose, either is fine! Boggle at him attempting to tie knots with his teeth or catch him with tea and he'll be happy to share!]
excessivehubris) and OPENDATE: 3/12/2014 (Week 16, Day 7)
RATING: PG-13
SUMMARY: It's been a very interesting couple of days. Time for tea, reflection and trying to fix the frikkin sling on his arm!
It had been a very eventful past couple of days and Charles had barely had time to sit down before he was up and off with one group or another, the most recent being out in the jungle having bits of cultists rain down upon him.
That required at least a couple of baths, cold water or otherwise!
The bathing had gotten his body (and hair) clean but he still had to do something about the bandages around his splint. They had once been a bed sheet and while useful to the task, there weren't the resources to simply ditch them and get fresh. So that meant washing them, which meant undoing them; not a problem in and of itself but it meant that at some point, he'd have to re-secure the arm in it's wire cage.
The wire cage that served as a splint around his broken arm was at least a step or two above using two sticks but it could do with a washing as well and so Charles took over the kitchen (cleaning out the odd stubborn vine) for a bit to do some impromptu laundry. This had the added benefit of also being close to the source of tea!
Tea, laundry and a chance to quietly consider the subject of Steve, he alternated between making notes in a book, drinking tea and shifting the washing around. It was actually not a bad way to spend the day, at least up until the point where he had to get the splint back on.
Though he had the use of his dominant hand, his left was still out of commission and unlike some who had the useful mutation of telekinesis, Charles' telepathy was fairly useless for this task. Which was why he no doubt looked utterly ridiculous, bent over his own lap, attempting to keep his left arm in place as he worked at securing knots with his teeth.
[ooc: Action or Prose, either is fine! Boggle at him attempting to tie knots with his teeth or catch him with tea and he'll be happy to share!]
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He clearly intends to help, but the voice is permanently out of commission so he can't offer that way, and he's forgotten about the whole telepathy thing.]
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Oh! Jack, it's you. I'm sorry, I didn't hear you come in.
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He sighs, and by now he's almost used to the deep, soft rumbling sound that results.
He picks up two of the loose ties and looks at Charles pointedly. Will you let him help?]
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Dark brows came together, then the left one arched as he studied the man's face, tilting his head slightly at the sound Jack made before he looked at the man's hands.]
Yes, if you wouldn't mind. The tighter the better. Is everything alright, Jack?
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[It comes from a woman nearby, head tilted and eyes curious. She's got two working hands and would like to help, but if his pride says no...well. Caution says to keep back until he says yes.]
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Ah, hello there. [A greeting offered before he quickly glanced down at his arm and then back to her.]
I'd be a fool to refuse. If you wouldn't mind?
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[She smiles softly, but walks over and takes a seat nearby, reaching forward and starting to tie sturdy knots with ease. After a moment, however, she peers up at him.]
If you don't mind my asking, have you seen someone for this? A doctor or healer?
[Because she understands toughing injuries out, but something like this...it may require more than just patience.]
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I did have someone look at it. [He explained.] They were able to provide basic first aid and set the breaks.
[Through manual manipulation, which had been decidedly painful. But he ... heard the unasked question in her words; no he did not read her mind, just in between the lines.]
The last time I used one of our medical personnel, he gave me a painkiller without my permission. It is ... unwise for me to be under the influence of narcotics.
[There was a brief pause and then he looked up to her face and smiled, offering his hand.]
I'm Charles, by the way. Professor Charles Xavier.
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Cortana. It's nice to meet you, Professor Xavier. Even under the circumstances.
[Which is she going back to finishing, hands working quickly. All that practice lacing her boots is coming in handy now.]
Have you considering shoring this splint up? A little extra stability may aid in faster healing.
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[ Well. This is sort of an odd image. Laurie had more or less been wandering around listlessly when she'd come across the Professor. She hadn't spoken to him in a little while, and that made her feel hesitant. She stopped in the doorframe anyway. ]
Have you got it?
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Laurie, my dear! How are you?
[She’d asked a question, which would eventually sink in and he glanced at his arm before giving his head a slight shake.]
It’s coming along but please, come have a seat. Would you like some tea?
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[ She entered the kitchen fully to obtain said seat and tea, but... Not in that order. She didn't want Charles to have to get up, considering that he seemed to be doing something medical and at least slightly complicated. She started with a search for supplies, then. ]
You don't need any help with that?
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Speaking around the odd action, he nodded towards the kettle and box of tea sitting on the counter next to him.]
Please, help yourself. It's nothing fancy but a nice Earl Grey-ish.
[Probably she didn't require her Professor nerding at her about tea. Her appearance was a reminder that Julian was gone and he realized he probably should have sought her out on that subject.
Finishing with the last knot, he sat up and reached for his own mug of tea, unsure how to broach the subject. Perhaps his elder self would have some smooth, graceful way to do so but Charles was still learning how to keep his foot out of his mouth.]
I suspect you're missing Julian?
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I'm not sure if... I mean, I guess I'm not going to miss him the way people normally miss other people. We were never close or anything.
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Did you want some help with that?
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She caught him mid tug with his teeth, which was an utterly ridiculous pose and pink touched his cheeks as he released the fabric and lowered his arm.]
Hello, Sarah Jane. How have you been getting along?
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[Was anyone ever doing well here? Probably not. The best they could hope for was "not terrible"]
At least the train fit my skillset better than some things they've thrown us.
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I do not believe COMPASS had anything to do with the train situation. That appears to have been entirely the doing of some of our well meaning, if slightly misguided peers.
[Though the words might have sounded stern, the tone he delivered them in was lacked the consternation and after a sip of tea, he continued.]
Still, it is better that they attempted something, even if the severity of the results were not fully anticipated.
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[She's not thrilled with the effect it had on the new arrivals, but once it had happened they needed to make the best of it.]
Some of the best information we've gotten so far.
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You're shit at that. [At least he's straight to the point.] Let me do it.
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In that moment, he couldn't help it; Levi reminded him of Wesley and Charles smiled a little sadly. But he was quick to shake off the thought as he chuckled and gave a slight nod.]
I will have to admit that perhaps my approach was ... lacking. [Understatement and he quietly presented the limb for Levi before glancing thoughtfully at the man's face. He hadn't had a chance to speak to Levi beyond preparations for the cultist's capture.]
What brings you down here, Levi?
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I'm allergic to bad laundry. [Levi answers as he grabs one of the latter's shirts, snapping it once in the air before lying it flat on the table.] I came here to fix that before I broke into hives.
[The soldier works quickly, lining up the sleeves before folding the entire shirt until the edges are straight and crisp.]
Got any leftover tea?
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Of course hangers were few and far between in Zelien so his shirts had never seen such precise creases since he snitched them from the Gentleman's Aisle.]
Not only leftover but I believe the kettle is still hot enough to give you fresh.
[Pushing himself away from where he'd been working at retying the splint, Charles held his arm carefully against his chest as he went to fetch a mug out of the cabinets.]
Do you take anything in your tea? I don't believe we have any milk but I may be able to scrounge up a lemon and there is some sugar.
[There were other, more pertinent questions on the tip of his tongue but he bit them back for now. They were liable to lead to conversations best had over tea.]
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[It's as much of a teasing jab as it possibly can be, one he allows himself since Charles has already witnessed him at his worst after such a pathetically short time. The fact lingers as strongly as ever, and Levi's learned quickly enough that trust is something he must be willing to give to those who've proven themselves right from the start.
The prospect of fresh tea has him humming contently, and he glances up from his work when the latter begins sifting through the cabinets for a spare mug.]
Lemon will be fine.
[Setting another folded shirt aside, Levi makes his way over to inspect the mug in Charles's hand for cleanliness. Unsurprisingly, it fails with flying colors.]
Let me wash that first.
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