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[eyebeam_envy]

This is Scott Summers. Is anyone from the Xavier School for Gifted Youngsters listening? Students, stay where you are. Wait for the Professor or one of the other teachers to contact you. Jean, Ororo, where are you? I'm going to find a central location for us to regroup.

[Okay, shout-out complete. Now, about this note:Alright, Deior? How did this

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[knowsyourmind]

... I'm sorry, who's school for... Gifted Youngsters... was it?

[Hi Scott you are pinging all of the little professor's buttons here.]

Summers?

[eyebeam_envy]

[...well, yours apparently.]

You must be the other Professor Xavier I've heard about.

[iknorite?]

Yeah, Scott Summers.

[knowsyourmind]

Other? There's another one of me running around? I'm the only one I know of, I'm afraid.

... that name seems... familiar. Somehow.

[eyebeam_envy]

Well, the Professor I'm used to would know exactly who I am, so you must be someone else.

[Then there's the baldness and wheelchair, but Scott doesn't know about those yet. He's not sure how to feel about his name being familiar.]

[knowsyourmind]

No, I'm quite sure that I am, in fact, professor Charles Xavier. I have been for some time now.

You would be the second person to claim to know someone with the exact same name as I have. I find that highly interesting.

[eyebeam_envy]

[Talking with Bobby has given Scott a theory of what's going on, though he really has no idea. How do you phrase this...]

You might be. It looks like there's a few of us here who are from the same place, but at different times.

[Or the same time, but arrived at the keep at different times. That's simple enough, right?]

[knowsyourmind]

You're theorizing that we may be from different points in a timeline, yes?

[eyebeam_envy]

Exactly. Time isn't working the same way here. There are people I know who are from the future; one a few weeks and one a few years ahead of me.

[knowsyourmind]

What year was it? That you recall?

[eyebeam_envy]

2005. You?

[knowsyourmind]

... Ah.

It... was [Insert the date of the First Class drama here -- somewhere in the early 60's.]

[eyebeam_envy]

That does explain things.

[Like how Scott can feel like he's talking to an equal instead of a well-respected mentor. Not that this Charles isn't respectable. It's just a little harder to respect someone when the first word that comes to mind when you think of them is "groovy".]

I think we should probably meet face to face some time and get to know each other.

[knowsyourmind]

[Sorry Scott, you're not his type. Otherwise he'd totally be all over your groovy mutation.]

I don't see why not. I'm suddenly exceedingly curious regarding this future of yours.

[eyebeam_envy]

[Yeah, it's hard to compete with certain magnetic sharks in the world. Scott understands, and he's got Jean anyway. However badly that ends.]

I'll tell you whatever you want to know about it. It sounds like we'll have all the time we'll need for it.

[knowsyourmind]

[Shush Scott, you have no idea of what you speak.]

And who knows? It may end up being beneficial for the both of us.

[eyebeam_envy]

[Charles, everyone knows about the little diary with pages full of "Mrs. Charles Lehnsherr" in various fonts and colors.]

I hope so. Until then, Professor.

[Really, Scott would love to chat now, but he was actually kind of headed for bed when he got jumped to the keep, and now that all the excitement has passed, he's on his way to passing out.]