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[calmyourmind]

No? This one then, perhaps? Honestly. They should include a manual.

[It's just audio at first, muffled and distant, interspersed with the beeping of pressed buttons and the confused ramblings of a man far beyond his league with this kind of technology.]

Or a pamphlet of some sort at the very least. Maybe an explanation of my whereabouts. I don't suppose that would be too much to ask.

[How were you supposed to accomplish anything on this device? Where were the wires? ]

Is anyone there? Hello? I think it's on now. I believe it is. Sorry. I appear to be a bit lost. If you're there, please respond. My name is Charles Xavier and it is really very important I get back at once. The situation-

[There are a few more beeps from the buttons and a camera feed clicks on as well, aimed to the dirt and debris of the ground.]

Oh! Well, that did something. What is this little light for? 

[The video jostles a little more and with another button press the entire feed goes dead.]

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[calmyourmind]

[Well that's... actually not that odd of a question, comparatively.]

Standing on a beach in Cuba, I suppose. Why? Who is this?

[relativistic]

fuck, that's not even the right thing. [there was a charles a while ago that he met in a version of the world; seems like there's a whole bunch of hit and misses he's encountering in this reality, and shit's inconsistent as fuck. dimensions are weird business. some days, wesley gibson wishes he was a super intelligent astrophysicist instead of the best goddamned assassin in the world. but only sometimes.] but whatever. time is a stupidly inconsistent bitch.

as for the name, you call me wesley. don't bother for a last name. i'm like madonna or cher. [wait does he even know those people. he tries to remember what erik told him which year he arrived at when he met him. 60's, wasn't it?] or -- fuck, you're probably missing the cultural joke here. this is sad.

[calmyourmind]

[As expected, the reference is completely lost on Charles and leaves him even more lost than he was originally. Whoever this is, they are confusing and apparently a bit unfocused.]

Well, Wesley, I am not sure what you were expecting, exactly, [Or what he was talking about. At all.]

But unless my memories have been tampered with [Seeming unnervingly more possible by the minute] I am quite certain it is right.

[relativistic]

that comes with the dimension thing, yeah. i've met one like you before, which is why i asked. do you still wear those ratty blue cardigans that make you look like an old man

[calmyourmind]

I- What? [He barely resists the urge to refute it. They do not make him look like an old man. Cardigans were perfectly acceptable and he looked good in them. Besides. They were comfortable. But he kept that to himself. He was not a petulant child, and he would not rise to that remark. I did, however, beg the question of how Wesley knew about them.

All this talk of dimensions, and other Charles, and people that knew him but that he had no recollection of meeting. It was giving him a headache.]

Where have you met me?

permatext - private

[relativistic]

a long time ago in a galaxy far away. you introduced yourself as a telepath, mutant, geneticist. in that order.

[he'll leave out the part with erik and the brotherhood, for now. his alliances with erik was shakier than the one he had with shepard back home, no need to parse that here as well. unless erik was from back home, too; but even then, wesley didn't really want to talk to him. there were Scores to settle.]

[calmyourmind]

[All right, so this person may be a bit off in his own head, but he did seem to know a considerable amount about Charles. There's a few minutes pause before he replies again. He had yet to answer the actual question, however, and with little else to go on, finding his mind would not be as simple a task.]

All right, I will give you that you have done your research. You know who I am. That still does not tell me where you think we met before this.

[relativistic]

it's not exactly 'research' when it's intel you readily give.

[switches to VIDEO and you see one (1) wesley gibson looking bored as fuck on the screen. slow drawl:]

Mirror, mirror, on the wall.