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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!))

Comments

[flylittlepony]

Uhm... no.

[mind_over_metal]

......if this is Sean's fault, he's on dish duty for the next month.

[flylittlepony]

Iiii don't think this is anyone's fault, really.

[mind_over_metal]

Remarkable.

Are you from here or were you also brought from elsewhere?

[flylittlepony]

None of us are from around here. Oh, are you ok?

[mind_over_metal]

Yes, yes, I'm fine, thank you.

What are you- what's your name?

[flylittlepony]

Oh, ah I'm Fluttershy...

[mind_over_metal]

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

*carefully reaching out with his mind to do a light surface scan of the. talking horse. to which he is talking.*

[flylittlepony]

[worrying about how he got hurt, because pony or not she knows a wheelchair when she sees one]

So, are you new here?

[mind_over_metal]

*...draws back from that*

Yes, quite. Only been here for about an hour.

[flylittlepony]

Well, I'm sure you'll be able to fit right in.

[mind_over_metal]

Is that so?

[flylittlepony]

Everyone I've met here is so nice, so I don't see why not.

[mind_over_metal]

In that case, I look forward to meeting everyone. Thank you, Fluttershy.

[flylittlepony]

I-it was good meeting you too.