⊗01 || Holo || Sanctuary || Arrival Post

[brokenoptimism]

" - Have to learn to keep it under... control." Charles let his train of thought taper off with the startling realization that he was quite suddenly alone. Not only alone, but very much not where he had been just seconds before. His brows knit together, eyes sweeping around the metallic chamber, instantly on guard. His expression set into a

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[longaevus]

I'm afraid that those you seek the answers from aren't here to provide them to you. [ At least he was calm, despite the confusion that came with being brought here - not everyone had that ]

You're in a place known as Taxon. There is a door from that room, but unfortunately no means of leaving the city that anyone has discovered. [ Except by Hamster transport ] We're all in the same situation.

[brokenoptimism]

[Skepticism and bewilderment reigned over his expressions at the sights and sounds emerging from the tablet. Far more advanced than anything in his time. For once, his curiosity could wait. Getting out of the room was top priority. Being trapped like a lab rat again had his mind struggling to recompartmentalize and block his fears to keep his breathing steady.]

Forgive me if I do not immediately put faith into your words. [The bittr aftertaste to his tone made his words slightly hollow, and he winced at the sound of them. Had he become so dispirited these past few months? ]

You said there was a door?

[longaevus]

I'd hardly expect you to. [ Trust took time, she knew that far too well herself (she gained enemies quicker than friends). Instead she was glad for questions - she'd much rather have questions to answer ]

There is. The tablet that is on the pedestal - picking it up releases the door mechanism, although you must keep the tablet with you to leave; it's been given to you.

[brokenoptimism]

Tablet. [Charles repeated the word, his brows knit together in slight confusion as he traced the outline of the odd device.]

Is that what they call it? How are you communicating through this?

[He picked the device up with a curious glance, turning it over in his hands. His curious examination disrupted by the opening slide of the door, appearing seemingly out of no where. Without hesitance he gripped the tablet and made for the opening. If this was a new game they were playing with him, so be it. Anything to be out of the suffocatingly closed off space. When the door vanished again, leaving a solid wall behind him, he turned the tablet again to regard the woman addressing him.]

Into the fire, as they say. [He swept the area with a quick glance.] ...Thank you for that. Would you mind telling me where I am?

[longaevus]

It's similar in function to that of a phone - although it's capable of voice, video and text communications. [ Although some phones did that now, but she had the feeling that he was from an earlier point in time than that ]

The building that you're in is known as the Sanctuary. [ Not to be confused with her own ] As for the location of Taxon? We aren't aware of that, although there have been mentions of it being on another planet.

[brokenoptimism]

This grows more absurd by the moment. [His words held more curiosity than anger now, though he had started walking again, looking for any way out. He had had enough of unfamiliar rooms and closed doors for the day.]

Sanctuary. [A huff of bitter amusement.] What manner of Sanctuary would hold cells within it.

[He took a calming breath, trying to resituate his mind, pull back the bitter anger sparked from fear. If his captors were not the CIA, then who? Surely not truly 'another planet'. Even for his mind, such a thought- it was too much to wonder about at this moment.]

I am sorry, my friend. In all likelihood, you do not deserve my anger. You have been quite helpful. There is an odd little blinking dot on this device that seems to be changing with the direction I walk. Do you know what that may be?

[longaevus]

Not cells - the Sanctuary isn't a prison. [ And neither was Taxon, at least not technically. They may be confined there without escape but it was more than that, and in some respects it was worse ] There are rooms - housing for those that are brought here should you choose to live there. [ She didn't simply because she had her home, although not everyone had that ]

The dots on the device mark our locations. It can show either yourself, aiding you in navigating through the city by use of a map, or to show you where others are should you wish to find someone.

[brokenoptimism]

[The slightly dismissive noise from Xavier was so automatic he could not cut it off in time. Staring at the map, he tried to discern what the strange dot it seemed to be directing him to was. By all rights, he knew he should be avoiding it. Whoever had brought him there wanted him at that location. But his curiosity was greater than his concern.]

Call it what you like, if we can not leave, it may as well be.

[longaevus]

Perhaps. [ She had to concede that. The Sanctuary itself may not have been the prison but Taxon essentially was ]

There are those that are sent home, sometimes permanently or occasionally they are brought back again.

[ She'd been here twice ]

[brokenoptimism]

Then there is a way out of the city, somewhere. [It was phrased like a question, but did not seem to be entirely directed toward her. No matter how large the city was, it was only a larger cage to hold him. The impulses along his spine seemed to twitch in emphasis of his discomfort and he glanced over his shoulder at the solid wall behind him, where a door had been not long before.]

The technology here... It is advanced on a scale I do not believe anyone has quite managed. [An implied 'on Earth' left off the end. Charles had seen many spectacular and impossible things in his lifetime, but he was not certain he was quite ready to deal with the implications of what he was seeing now. At this point, it seemed foolish to rule anything out.]

[longaevus]

Somehow. There are no exits that are here. However those that have left do it is by means outside of our control, and no doubt facilitated by those that have brought us here.

[ Helen frowned slightly, and then remembered some of the others here. Although most seemed to be from the same time not everyone in fact was - James was from a few years previous to her and it seemed that this man was in a similar situation, if not more extreme ] May I ask what year it was before you arrived?

[brokenoptimism]

[What sort of question was that? He frowned as well, eying the tablet once more with a look of slight confusion.]

1963. Though I see little relevance unless you are suggesting time travel to be a reality here as well. [Skeptical though his comment was, he had to wonder if perhaps there were mutants, like Azazel, who could hop through time the way he did through space.]

[longaevus]

[ That certainly explained a few things ]

It actually, in a sense. I've arrived from 2011 and there are others in the city whom have arrived from various points in time. Rather than actual time travel it seems more likely to be that those that bring us here are able to do so from throughout time, also. We don't all come from the same place, either.

[brokenoptimism]

2011? Do you think me mad? [Charles frowned at her, still walking on his path to discover a way out of the building. Still, his conviction had faltered. Whether he spoke it or not, he was beginning to have fewer doubts.]

Assuming what you say is correct, [Despite his stubborn paranoia, a barely audible tone of excitement threaded through his voice. The thought of travel, through time and space, was as excitingly new as it was terrifyingly so. How did the science of it work? What methods could be used? Was it mutation or machine?] Why us? Why take people of different times and places, to bring them to wherever and whenever this place is.

[longaevus]

Certainly not. [ She thought him intelligent, actually, with how well he'd taken the rest of the information about Taxon ]

No one has an answer to that, although I'm not quite certain that question has been really voiced. [ Although it really should, given that some people came to Taxon more than once ]

You'll find a lot here far different from what you may know - the technology is only a part of that.