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[mind_over_metal]

*suddenly in camp, a young man in a wheelchair making an off-handed comment -- almost as if he had been talking to someone -- in a rather posh British accent*

So... not 1962, then...

((ETA @ 4:45AM EST: HOLY SHIT I'M GOING TO BED will pick up old and new threads over the course of the coming days!))

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[00_07]

Um, it's not... is it supposed to be?

[mind_over_metal]

By all logic, yes, from my perspective, at least. From yours, not so much.

[00_07]

You're another new counselor, aren't you?

[mind_over_metal]

A counselor? I... hadn't been informed of that fact, but that explains... not much of anything.

[00_07]

You don't know what your job here is?

[mind_over_metal]

I'm afraid not. Though it sounds like I might be finding that- aah!

*his hand flies to his temple, like he just got hit with a really bad case of brain-freeze*

[00_07]

[starting to panic]

A-are you okay?! Did I say something wrong?

[mind_over_metal]

No, no, it's nothing, I'm fine, I just- headache. That's all.

Right. Right. Job. How could I have forgotten.

[00_07]

You remembered it?

[mind_over_metal]

Yes, actually.

So, all of the counselors here are hired by the Director?

[00_07]

[nods]

But, um, I don't think anyone actually gets paid or anything.

[mind_over_metal]

Hardly expected as much. Still, it's always good to be clear on who's expected to be answering to whom.

What's your name, dear?

[00_07]

Oh, um, sorry, I should have introduced myself before. I'm Vanya Hargreeves.

[mind_over_metal]

*shakes his head in a dismissive "don't worry about it" sort of gesture*

It's a pleasure to meet you, Vanya. I'm Charles Xavier.

[00_07]

It's nice to meet you, too. Did anyone tell you the good things about Camp yet? People always forget to talk about them.

[mind_over_metal]

*a smile tugging at the corner of his mouth*

Not particularly, no.