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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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[we_have_a_rogue]

Yeah I know that feeling. Welcome to 2011.

[mind_over_metal]

Thank you. A very interesting year, it seems.

*his expression is pretty blandly polite, but there is definitely an interest of some kind sparking in his eyes*

[we_have_a_rogue]

[You sound vaguely familiar...]

And we're in some sort of summer camp with zombies. In Kansas, apparently. But I'm not the best person to give ya a tour since I've only been here a month.

[mind_over_metal]

Zombies, right, so that was the strange... Right.

Where did you come from?

[we_have_a_rogue]

[Mississippi/New York kinda both popping up]

Who wants to know?

[mind_over_metal]

Someone who is curious and very lost. Humour me?

[we_have_a_rogue]

[only 'cause you're crippled]

Born in Mississippi, but I was living in New York before I got stuck here.

[mind_over_metal]

...really. I'm from New York, myself. Where were you living?

[we_have_a_rogue]

Bayville. Ya seem to be more interested in where I'm from rather than where you're at.

[mind_over_metal]

True enough. I have to admit, you're very interesting to me, Rogue. I always do get a little eager whenever I find others

[we_have_a_rogue]

Hey! What the hell? If ya're a telepath then that's a complete invasion of privacy!

[mind_over_metal]

My sensing what you are is no more an invasion than your looking at me and seeing that I'm in wheelchair is. Trust me, that does not even scrape the surface of invasive.

*continuing inside her head*

Neither does this, and really, must you shout so loudly? This just... important to me.

[we_have_a_rogue]

I just said keep out! It's something you wouldn't have known without your powers. I just met ya, what makes ya think it's ok to go talkin' in my head?

[mind_over_metal]

*holds his hands up in surrender, and though he isn't in her mind, not really, the surface connection from talking is enough -- and the flash of emotion strong enough, unexpected enough -- that there is just the briefest leak of hurtregretlonginglonely, though his external manner suggests that he doesn't know that was shared*

All right, all right, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to upset you. I'd just like to talk.

[we_have_a_rogue]

[oh :(]

That's fine. I'm just used to telepaths that...well they try not to listen in I guess ya could say.

You mentioned finding others? I'm guessing you mean other mutants?

[mind_over_metal]

Believe me, it definitely is trying.

And yes, I do. We only really began finding each other within the past months. It's still all a brave new world, you could say.