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coolexec in la_esplanade

Walk like a gentleman

Aug 03, 2011 17:39

Who: coolexec & arethebettermen
What: 2am is a perfectly reasonable time to show up drunk to pimp the prof's ride
Where: Xavier Mansion
When: After Tony has met up with Zinc, before Pepper arrives; any random night between those two happenings
Warnings: Likely language

( and curse like a wave )

charles xavier: x-men first class, *tony stark: iron man

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arethebettermen August 3 2011, 16:58:18 UTC

Admittedly, it was Mei that dreamed up the wheelchair, not Charles. Even if Charles had dreamed it up himself, it wouldn't have been motorized. He wasn't expecting to have to wheel himself around an entire bloody city, but that was the way things worked apparently. He rubbed the inside of his tender palm, hissing slightly at how knotted up his hands were.

He couldn't stop Noah from doing what she did, but he could stop Tony from doing something stupid and getting himself in trouble. Once Noah returned and if Tony wasn't alright, he knew Noah wouldn't forgive him--right away, at least. He was doing what he could for both his friends.

Charles looked up at the very loud and uncontrolled thoughts of one Tony Stark as he approached the mansion. Charles never needed the city's telepathic ability to speak, so it didn't bother him at all to talk to Tony like this. He sighed and went back to work, projecting a simple thought into his head: The door is unlocked. The bedrooms are on the second floor. If the door is locked, stay out of it. ( ... )

coolexec August 4 2011, 09:55:04 UTC

All of those things would be minor details that, if explained to Tony, would have had a hand come up to cut Charles off or have Tony say that it was boring and that he didn't care and that some people should shut up and let a genius work. And probably not complain if AC/DC spontaneously started blasting. You had to let a man do his thing but no one had explained any of it to Tony but he'd probably still have given Charles a look that said 'could you be anymore of an idiot?'

Jesus! So he might not have been expecting to hear thoughts all of a sudden because hey, he was drunk and they'd had two teneka free weeks so he was still getting used to going back to normal for Promenade. You know I can probably dream the door off or just dream up the necessary things to get rid of the door if I feel like snooping. You're not exactly going to be able to stop me if I feel like poking around your place in some sort of bizarre retribution for you being in my head and stuff even if that doesn't usually bug me but whatever I'm kind of drunk ( ... )

arethebettermen August 4 2011, 18:50:38 UTC

You're going to end up 'sleeping it off' anyways, and the pillows are from the forties and twenties, not the sixties. Charles corrected him. He hadn't updated the mansion at all, so it was still designed and decorated as his father had. His birthfather, not his stepfather. He didn't look up from his work, or well what he called work, writing away in the files he had on the desk in the study.

And, you would be amazed at what I could make your mind think. He pointed out. Not that he would. He trusted Tony not to walk into locked rooms, because they were locked for reasons of his students who were not here, not for his own reasons. If Tony wanted to walk into his room, Charles wouldn't stop him. The wheelchair doesn't need to end up like your suits, Anthony. I don't need to fly.

That was meant to be a joke, but he didn't want jet packs or repulsion things added to it.

coolexec August 5 2011, 15:04:07 UTC

Great so you have small pox infested crap on your beds. He was being difficult for the sake of being difficult because that's how he was when he'd been drinking and hey, Charles might have spruced the place up, groovified it but no, it looked like the interior designer had been a Victorian after all. Maybe he'd be able to sneak in some modern things; did Charles even have a TV? Or did he have an old fashioned wireless sitting in the corner of some quaint family lounge.

Please. You have no imagination, you wasted it all on studying when you should've been partying, probably knocking up some poor Oxford girl with dreams who now has this cranky psychic baby that doesn't even need to cry to get her attention. Ow god damn fucking stairs. Yes, he'd tried to negotiate the stairs and had sort tripped on the way up before abandoning that idea. It wasn't like he'd find Charles up them but he'd wanted to keep exploring anyway. Look, in this city you never know. Trust me on that one.Those mental images? Yeah from when the first ever ( ... )

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