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Kevin's sitting at the bar, having a late dinner.
He's also studying a set of blueprints. The Xavier Institute's, or what will be in one particular timeline.
While he can read them well enough, they aren't actually helping. They add up to the same thing every time: we're screwed.
He shakes off the mood, and takes up a pen to write notes to some folks,
"Don't suppose you..." he puts up a hand as Bar flickers an annoyed red for a
second. "Just asking. But yeah, a hacker or magic-user would come in handy. But I'll see if Sooraya knows anyone."
He's also studying a set of blueprints. The Xavier Institute's, or what will be in one particular timeline.
While he can read them well enough, they aren't actually helping. They add up to the same thing every time: we're screwed.
He shakes off the mood, and takes up a pen to write notes to some folks,
"Don't suppose you..." he puts up a hand as Bar flickers an annoyed red for a
second. "Just asking. But yeah, a hacker or magic-user would come in handy. But I'll see if Sooraya knows anyone."