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[When Parker had heard there was a new teleporter malfunction, she'd been thrilled. Turning into a shark had been awesome, so ever since Rookie's announcement that they were acting up again, she's been hopping back and forth through the teleporters, just waiting for something exciting to happen
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Miss, you're a sight too young to go to jail, yes? Everything will be all right. Is there an adult there with you?
[oh my god so many babbies babbies errywhere. DIS TELEPORTER ISSUE............
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Nay, my lady. You have bested me on our chosen field of combat, it's only fair that I reap the consequences of my boastful claim.
[And Charles is suddenly roleplaying someone from The Once and Future King. Oops.]
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Okay, Mr. Charles Squiggles.
Just think about that the next time you decide you don't want a silly name like Charlie.
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[PLEASED AS PUNCH NEGL, LOOK WHAT HE DID WITHOUT USING MINDPOWERS he will learn this normal social interaction thing if it kills him.]
Now, is there something I can call you in turn?
[... note he is very carefully not asking for her name.]
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I'm not little.
[...and not acknowledging his question in the least.]
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Well, you're littler than me, yes? My younger sister likes to compare me to dinosaurs, I'm so completely ancient. I think she half-expects me to turn into [quick what is a good non-threatening dinosaur, Charles, use that silly intelligent brain of yours--] something with ridiculous wings [THE BEST CHOICE, what did he just say again?] one of these days.
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Pterodactyls.
[a beat.]
They're not real dinosaurs.
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[srs question. the most serious.]
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You have to look really close to tell -
[oops. No. No, no, this is not something she's supposed to be talking about, especially to a grown-up. And besides, this is silly. She stops, crossing her arms over her chest with a frustrated huff of air.]
You're not a dinosaur at all.
[STOP BEING SILLY.]
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You know, now that I think about it, Mr. Squiggles is a highly inappropriate name for a dinosaur.
[But he recognizes that little huff - God, she really does remind him of Raven--
hhhh excuse him, random sister-missing pangs. He rubs a hand across his forehead in the time honoured tradition of headache banishment errywhere and then he pauses, slides that hand to his temple and taps his fingers there a moment. Yes, this is Charles Xavier with an Idea. He leans away from his screen as if someone else has caught his attention--]
Really? [HE SAYS TO THIS OTHER PERSON...] - An entire basket? [casually putting his hand over the mic because this is obviously the most super big secret except oh he didn't quite do it properly??? OH THE HUGE MANATEE...]
What? No, no, I can't possibly -- I don't even like cookies. [THAT IS A LIE, THE BOLDEST FACED OF LIES.] Well, we'll just have to send them back. Yes? Thank you.
[aaaaaaaand back to Parker.]I'm terribly sorry about that. Where ( ... )
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He's lying.
All the same, she's staring with an expression of deep concentration and just a little bit of uncertainty. Her eyes dart to the left of the screen, as if she can catch a glimpse of this other (imaginary) person, and then back to his face.
There's no response to his question.]
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TELEPATHIC SWEATERDAD CALLING NEAREST X-BABBY.
Alex? I need a moment of your time, please. If you could find your way to me, and walk behind me talking about people delivering cookies in view of my communicator, that would be excellent. Thank you.]
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But sure, fine, he'll help. (Besides, it's a tiny blonde girl who reminds him a little bit of his foster sister. And she called Charles "Mr. Charles Squiggles", so.) Alex wanders over to the room where Charles is sitting and casually walks past the camera's line of sight.]
I didn't even know they had cookie-delivering robots here.
[Once he's on the other side of the room and safely out of the camera's view, Alex shoots Charles an extremely unimpressed look. If that didn't work, HE'S NOT DOING IT AGAIN.
Sympathy for small children only goes so far, man.]
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She freezes slightly at the sudden appearance of yet another strange adult, but any potential danger Alex might pose is quickly forgotten in light of what he's saying.
Which is that the cookies are, apparently, real.
An entire basket? And he's sending them back?
She fidgets a bit, looking very, very torn between speaking up and not getting any more involved.]
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Thank you, Alex.
He will buy you a pony later, or whatever it is that boys these days like having.]
Well, if you'll excuse me, my dear, it seems as if I've got some business that requires my attention.
[And of course he seems THE MOST beleaguered about this.]
Say.
[this thought has only just occurred to him, can you tell? ONLY JUST.]
You wouldn't happen to know how to get to, hmm, Harper and Bigg's, would you?
[He reads out this name rather slowly, as if he's sounding it out off a nearby, off-screen gift card of some sort.]
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She starts to nod, quietly accepting it, but when he asks his question, she changes to shaking her head, slowly. She's never heard of that place before - if it's a bank, it's not one they've hit.]
...what is it?
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