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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.

[we_have_a_rogue]

Well...the Professor does most of the finding at the Institute. But it was still pretty freaky for those of us who didn't know about mutants when we got our powers. And now everyone knows about mutants, so kids just get to worry about being called freaks for the rest of their lives instead of wondering why their skin is turning green.

[mind_over_metal]

*softly but firmly*

It won't always be like that.

[we_have_a_rogue]

Really? 'Cause from what I hear, it only gets worse in the future. A lot worse.

[mind_over_metal]

And so it may. It might...

*his expression firms itself into a stubborn clinging to dignity in the face of making a concession in a very personal argument, as he halts whatever that train of thought had been*

Everything evolves, eventually. Everything. And one day, no one will have to feel alone. Not because of that.

[we_have_a_rogue]

[now this sounds familiar]

*squinting at you*

It can't be...

Ya know, it seems a bit unfair that you already know my name but I still don't know yours.

[mind_over_metal]

I apologise for that. I was a little over-excited, I fear.

Professor Charles Xavier. I believe we've met, or will meet, at least.

[we_have_a_rogue]

Professor...You're really him? But you have hair!

[we_have_a_rogue]

Wait. *replaying their conversation*

[oops]

Uh...

[sorry?]

[mind_over_metal]

Must everyone bring up my...

You have nothing to be sorry about. You quite understandably had no idea who I was.

[we_have_a_rogue]

Right. Well...still.

[this is so weird]

[mind_over_metal]

This experience is very odd for me as well, trust me.

[we_have_a_rogue]

[The Professor's in Camp. When did he turn British? Well obviously before we knew him. I wonder if this was how Julian felt when we met him.]

I don't even remember what we were talkin' about before now.

[mind_over_metal]

Nothing in particular, just a bit of getting-to-know-you.

So you're a student at- well, my school?