001 [VIDEO]

[doomhoops]

[ There's a shirtless teenager on your screen who looks remarkably like that kid from the Taylor Swift video, er... well... There's an upside-down shirtless teenager on your screen, looking at the datapad like it has somehow hideously offended him just by existing and having far too many knobs than what one would reasonably expect. At first, his

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[Video]

[wunderbarbamf]

It's not the government, or not any government you might know if I were to take a guess.

[He smiles and raises a brow.]

For starters, they wouldn't make leaving your room so easy.

[Video]

[doomhoops]

Then who?

[ No smiles here. Only suspicion. ]

Doesn't make up for the kidnapping.

[Video]

[wunderbarbamf]

Revan.

[Kurt's just shaking his head.]

Never said that it did.

[Video]

[doomhoops]

...Who?

[ Seriously, is that supposed to mean something to him? ]

[excessivehubris]

[As someone has completely given up sleeping, at least in the past twenty-four hours, Charles is at hand when he hears a very familiar voice. He freezes and then practically dives for his data pad.]

Alex?!

[doomhoops]

[ Finally something that makes sense. All other conversations are immediately put on hold, because they're nutjobs and Charles is here and he could now care less about them. ]

Charles? [ He's moving towards the door, having much rather see Charles in person and have solid proof he's okay ] Where are you?

[excessivehubris]

I'm at the library, Alex. Where are you? Stay put I'll come find you, just tell me where you are if you can.

[Suiting action to word, Charles is already on his feet, his datapad moving along with him.]

[doomhoops]

[ ...Library? Abductees get libraries? He'll ask about that later, though, as he's looking around now for something to tell Charles. He heads back to the door, leans back a little as is zips open (that's still a little beyond freaky), and peers outside into the hallway. Oh, convenient. A room number. ]

Looks like... B-3? Does that work?

[ He glances to the screen. Sees it moving. Sees Charles moving. On his own. Sans wheelchair. His eyes go a little wide, voice muting a bit. ]

Professor... You're walking.

[slicesanddices]

It's called a door. [/so helpful]

Is it a threadjack, if there's no thread yet?

[excessivehubris]

[Charles is enroute but has his datafeed open to see who Alex might have already spoken with. Logan ... shouldn't you be creeping on helping Jean?]

Logan! He's one of us.

alex will be the real threadjacker :|

[slicesanddices]

[been there, done that, even took her shopping, now she's busy being all mushy with scott and he hates his life]

You know this guy?

Well, Alex is rude like that.

[excessivehubris]

[Does hating life involve drinking? I don't mean polite drinking, I mean drinking because as soon as he reaches Alex and learns some more truths, he's going to be hating his life as well.]

He is one of my students. One ... one of my team.

[furwasflying]

[There's a long moment of silence on Chewie's end of things, although whether is out of confusion or bemusement isn't entirely clear. Still, at length he finally manages to find his voice and repeats back that whole "goverment experimentation" thing, in tones that might imply a question.

Of course, he does so through an express series of growls, but hey. It's a start.]

[doomhoops]

[ ...What ...even. Had Alex been from a time that wasn't 1962, he might have had at least some idea what to say because Star Wars. But nooooope. There's a... bear thing on his mini-tv. Is this the real life? ]

Uh... [ WHAT DO YOU EVEN SAY TO A BEAR? Okay, but obviously it's pretty humanoid looking and handling a datapad, so maybe he's like Beast? Maybe? ] I don't, uh, speak 'bear'.

[ ...why is he speaking to a bear at all. ]

[furwasflying]

[Is this just fantasy

There's what sounds almost like it could be a note of warning in the answering rumble. He's not a bear, for all that he looks like one, and he'd find it nice if people didn't keep assuming that.]

[doomhoops]

[ Caaaught in a laaandsliiiide with no escape from future!pop culture~

He definitely picks up on the warning in that growl. Kind of hard not to. ]

Uh, sorry? You're a, uh, mutant... right? [ And not just a miraculously humanoid not-bear? ]

[catlordbeyond]

[The Cat-boy is smiling.] We've had much more awkward entrances. Don't worry about it.

[doomhoops]

[ A blink for a second because, you are a cat, sir, but he's got friends that are blue, so he's not too bothered. ] You a mutant?

[catlordbeyond]

No. Probably more an alien. Name's Lion-O, Lord of the Thundercats.

[doomhoops]

Alien. [ Uh huh. ] Like a martian?