Whee! (OTA)
((ooc: Charles has new wheels! Find him nearly anywhere!))
Charles Xavier liked to think that he was a simple man, really. Bear with him: life was complicated, yes, his powers complex, requiring constant attention to ethical uses. However, there were simple things which pleased him: a touch, a chess game, a good beer.
A self-propelled wheelchair which took him over cobbles and dirt and even sand with a low whir.
Really, it was immensely satisfying. Which is why he was motoring around the village on this Sunday morning, getting things, yes, but simply enjoying the movement that didn't come from his own arms.
Charles Xavier liked to think that he was a simple man, really. Bear with him: life was complicated, yes, his powers complex, requiring constant attention to ethical uses. However, there were simple things which pleased him: a touch, a chess game, a good beer.
A self-propelled wheelchair which took him over cobbles and dirt and even sand with a low whir.
Really, it was immensely satisfying. Which is why he was motoring around the village on this Sunday morning, getting things, yes, but simply enjoying the movement that didn't come from his own arms.