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[abetterway]

[the image flickers into focus to reveal a woman from the waist up, staring into the device with a calm intensity belied only by the fingers tugging continually at her collar; she appears to be in her thirties, the dark hair that spills over her shoulders only slightly softening sharp, angular features]

Hello. From what I've gathered, I've awoken on an alien world. [a moment's pause; she's accepted it, it would be counterproductive to dig in her heels, but it's still an absurd thing to say] What I can't seem to discern is how and why.

I have my suspicions, but I suspect they're narrow in focus. I must admit, this is all a bit outside my expertise. [a sudden, wry smile] I suppose I do like to broaden my horizons.

[the smile fades as she leans forward] I'm asking for any information you've gained, and what you intend to do with it. If you don't believe this to be a safe venue, I'm more than happy to meet in person.

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[abetterway]

[she doesn't begrudge him the secrecy, and she can only imagine it galls him for her to know his name and not the other way round] It's a pleasure to meet you, Erik. So to speak.

My name is Joceyln Xavier.

[lehnsherr]

Xavier.

[That's all he sends at first, the irony not lost on him. But eventually, he sends a second message through. Even he can't subdue his own curiosities.]

There's a reason they chose to use that collar on you.

[abetterway]

[that's the second odd response, and it's not lost on her]

I didn't approve of their conduct. [a thin smile] Apparently, they don't appreciate interference.

[lehnsherr]

What did you do?

[abetterway]

I tripped them up a bit.

[lehnsherr]

[Now who's hiding things?]

I'm a mutant. Your turn.

[abetterway]

[she just stares at her device, for a moment] ...Well. What were the odds of that.

[she considers the words, for a moment; then, a quiet murmur] Let me see -

[a few bursts of static, and then]

[Erik]

Erik?

locked;

[lehnsherr]

[There's a pause, and he finally switches over to audio.]

A fellow mutant then.

Locked > > you saw nothing

[abetterway]

[that draws another grin] Finally, graced with your voice. It's lovely, by the way.

[in a rather more serious tone] Yes, I'm a mutant. A telapath, specifically. My powers manifested when I was ten years old.

Locked /whistles

[lehnsherr]

A telepath named Xavier.

[Oh how he's starting to wish he'd just stayed off the network today.]

You wouldn't happen to be related to a man named Charles Xavier, would you?

Locked

[abetterway]

[with a faint frown] No. ...Not that I know of.

Locked

[lehnsherr]

[To try and work it all out now, or to leave it to one of the few people here who can check to see how truthful she's being. ... Time to take the easier route, for once.]

It doesn't matter. We'll be with you shortly.

Locked

[abetterway]

[she peers at him for a moment - but she lets it lie, for now] Thank you.