MCA #5, Monday Evening
Fred wandered into his apartment, a bag of groceries in one hand. He turned on the light and shut the door behind himself. After setting the bag down in the kitchen, he noticed that the light on his answering machine was blinking.
Wandering over, he pressed the button to see who the hell called him.
"Mr Dukes," said the rather noble sounding voice on the machine. "My name is Charles Xavier, and I run a special school in New York. I'd like to meet with you, if you would be willing. I have a job proposal for you. Just give me a return call and we can arrange to meet at a location of your choosing. Wherever you'd feel comfortable."
Fred stared at the machine as the man then gave a return number. He then looked over at his phone, debating on calling back.
[ooc: Establishy, but post is open if you'd drop by!]
Wandering over, he pressed the button to see who the hell called him.
"Mr Dukes," said the rather noble sounding voice on the machine. "My name is Charles Xavier, and I run a special school in New York. I'd like to meet with you, if you would be willing. I have a job proposal for you. Just give me a return call and we can arrange to meet at a location of your choosing. Wherever you'd feel comfortable."
Fred stared at the machine as the man then gave a return number. He then looked over at his phone, debating on calling back.
[ooc: Establishy, but post is open if you'd drop by!]