Yes Charles, the Law of Inertia is still in effect. [OPEN!]
Characters: Charles Xavier [AU] excessivehubris and OPEN!
When: Tuesday, any time really
Where: The Park down by the lake.
What: Poking at creepy things with a side of ice shenanigans.
Open or Closed? Open to any and all!!
Rating/Warnings PG for language, maybe?
[A week ago, the tree and the lake surrounding it were bad news, really bad news, as in stay the hell away bad news.
Which is part of why Charles is now down there, poking around!
Well actually there are a couple of reasons he’s down here poking around. First, he’s picked up on the fact that the presence he’s used to feeling on the trains, seems to be back on the trains. Second, he’s curious about the tree and what Castiel said about their being a presence to it, though he can’t feel anything, no matter how open he reaches.
Third, it makes logical sense that if his twin and the people who assisted had managed to work on the ice without losing their minds, that whatever had affected people earlier was gone. Fourth, his conversation with the woman who asked about the park was niggling at him. An unknown factor was disquieting, especially as it did seem to be a piece of the over all puzzle.
And finally, it was quiet. After all, who in their right mind comes down to an area that had been screwing up peoples’ heads less than a week ago? It was nice and quiet and part of the puzzle he used to anchor himself into his own thoughts and away from those of the city, thus like catnip to an overloaded telepath.
For the record, it took him about four hours of careful approach, pacing around the banks and peering before he actually put his feet onto the ice. Scooting a little bit, Charles inched further and further out on the surface of the lake, looking for any semblance of the glowing lights but finding nothing. However!
At one point he took a few slightly quicker steps and found himself sliding, arms pinwheeling as he caught his balance and steadied himself without ending up on his ass. For a moment, he stood there, catching his breath as the adrenaline pushed through his veins and stirred a very old memory. He and Raven on one of the frozen ponds back in Westchester, scampering around like fools, holding each other up.
Lips twitching into something resembling a smile, Charles cautiously took a few quick skitter steps and then let himself slide. It had been easier when he was a child but once again, he managed not to end up on his ass. The smile slowly grew, as the memory with Raven intensified and Charles scampered a little further and slide even farther this time. That elicited an actual laugh out of him as he bent down to trail his fingers on the ice, keeping his balance.
For the first time since waking up in the morgue, Charles found himself laughing as he scooted and slid about on the ice.]
[Have a light and by now possibly familiar tap to your shields, Charles. However, unlike last time, this time its tinged with very soft laughter and a sense of fun. Though the message isn’t really that fun but as he was scampering around on the ice, Charles just happened to remember he needs to tell you something.
Charles? You need to stay away from a man who looks like Erik but has tattoos and a heavy Irish brogue. His name is Burke and he is utterly insane.
[This from the man who is currently chuckling as he nearly pitches face first into a snowbank. Whoops, almost overshot the bank there!]
[ooc: Some silly with a side of our regular horror? Truly, open to all. Please feel free to threadjack or to grab Charles for more serious conversations, he's just distracted by the concept of inertia.]
When: Tuesday, any time really
Where: The Park down by the lake.
What: Poking at creepy things with a side of ice shenanigans.
Open or Closed? Open to any and all!!
Rating/Warnings PG for language, maybe?
[A week ago, the tree and the lake surrounding it were bad news, really bad news, as in stay the hell away bad news.
Which is part of why Charles is now down there, poking around!
Well actually there are a couple of reasons he’s down here poking around. First, he’s picked up on the fact that the presence he’s used to feeling on the trains, seems to be back on the trains. Second, he’s curious about the tree and what Castiel said about their being a presence to it, though he can’t feel anything, no matter how open he reaches.
Third, it makes logical sense that if his twin and the people who assisted had managed to work on the ice without losing their minds, that whatever had affected people earlier was gone. Fourth, his conversation with the woman who asked about the park was niggling at him. An unknown factor was disquieting, especially as it did seem to be a piece of the over all puzzle.
And finally, it was quiet. After all, who in their right mind comes down to an area that had been screwing up peoples’ heads less than a week ago? It was nice and quiet and part of the puzzle he used to anchor himself into his own thoughts and away from those of the city, thus like catnip to an overloaded telepath.
For the record, it took him about four hours of careful approach, pacing around the banks and peering before he actually put his feet onto the ice. Scooting a little bit, Charles inched further and further out on the surface of the lake, looking for any semblance of the glowing lights but finding nothing. However!
At one point he took a few slightly quicker steps and found himself sliding, arms pinwheeling as he caught his balance and steadied himself without ending up on his ass. For a moment, he stood there, catching his breath as the adrenaline pushed through his veins and stirred a very old memory. He and Raven on one of the frozen ponds back in Westchester, scampering around like fools, holding each other up.
Lips twitching into something resembling a smile, Charles cautiously took a few quick skitter steps and then let himself slide. It had been easier when he was a child but once again, he managed not to end up on his ass. The smile slowly grew, as the memory with Raven intensified and Charles scampered a little further and slide even farther this time. That elicited an actual laugh out of him as he bent down to trail his fingers on the ice, keeping his balance.
For the first time since waking up in the morgue, Charles found himself laughing as he scooted and slid about on the ice.]
[Have a light and by now possibly familiar tap to your shields, Charles. However, unlike last time, this time its tinged with very soft laughter and a sense of fun. Though the message isn’t really that fun but as he was scampering around on the ice, Charles just happened to remember he needs to tell you something.
Charles? You need to stay away from a man who looks like Erik but has tattoos and a heavy Irish brogue. His name is Burke and he is utterly insane.
[This from the man who is currently chuckling as he nearly pitches face first into a snowbank. Whoops, almost overshot the bank there!]
[ooc: Some silly with a side of our regular horror? Truly, open to all. Please feel free to threadjack or to grab Charles for more serious conversations, he's just distracted by the concept of inertia.]