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[balancingminds]

Charles has been taking advantage of the fact that time stops in Milliways to do work and learn more about the people who pass through here. There's such a variety to the minds and experiences that if he didn't have to finish his editing, he'd probably spend most of his time with his eyes closed and just listening.

As it is, one of his sections isn't going as he'd like and he keeps going back over a certain sentence until he's quite lost track of time.

When he finally gets it right, he looks up and realizes that took a while and allows himself a break, so he leans back in his chair and observes the Bar.

Tiny tag: Charles Xavier, Antinoos
OOC: If you approach him while he's working then he's not mentally listening except quite passively. After he's stopped working, he is actively listening to the conversations and minds around him. Feel free to interrupt him or wait until he's on a break. Please let me know what he'll encounter in your pup's mind. Thank you.

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[cutting_edgex23]

There's a girl -- slim, dark-haired, and dressed all in black -- observing him in return.

Her nostrils flare slightly as she scents the air, head tilting ever so slightly, but her expression remains blank. X has caught his scent before.

Her mind is quiet, each thought following the next in a regimented kind of order, no stray passions tinging anything at all.

It's also fuzzier than most other minds, the effect of her healing factor combined with some training and manipulation by several of the X-men's most talented telepaths, including Emma Frost.

And after a minute or so of silence --

"Hello."

Beat.

"You have been here before."

[balancingminds]

Her mind has a shape and feel to it that's so clean and organized compared to many he's encountered.

The style of mental shielding makes him frown for the construction of it,

"Hello, yes, I have. This is my third or fourth time now."

[cutting_edgex23]

X does not bother nodding.

"I know."

She keeps careful track of scent trails here (and at home), filing each of them away just in case the data is ever relevant.

It is best to be prepared.

"I am X."

Beat.

"You like it here?"

Sometimes people don't.

[balancingminds]

"I do, yes. I'm Charles Xavier,"

Having a letter as a name is odd but that's not something he wants to go exploring unless invited.

[electro_kinetic]

At a similar table, Noriko has her head down over one of her gauntlets, which is taken apart in front of her and being carefully cleaned. It's a pretty boring activity, though, and she decides to watch Charles until he looks up from whatever he's writing. Her thoughts are quicker than they should be, and the ends and beginnings jumble together end over end. Thoughts of going back to the school and leaving Dani, and Colorado, and trying to accept that what the first part of her life has been the rest of it doesn't have to be...they're hard to really process.

Distraction time.

"Hey."

[balancingminds]

When he touches her mind, Charles quickly pulls out of it as she asked him not to and nods to her,

"Hello, this seems to be a good place for working."

[electro_kinetic]

"Yeah, it is," she says, nodding. "About the only place I can work on these things, really," Nori says. "It's hard to convince people that when I don't have another outlet things get a little..." she waves her other hand with a fzzzzt noise.

[balancingminds]

"It's a shame they don't believe you. After all you know how your abilities work better than anyone else,"

So it would make sense that if she asks for space, it's because she needs it.

[g00d_d0ggie]

The entity approaching Charles's table has no brainwaves to be read. That would be because it is a robot.

Specifically, a little white robot about a foot high, suspended upside-down from a flattened sphere covered in hoverthrusters.

[balancingminds]

Charles grins when he sees the robot as he's never seen one quite that small before,

"My, you look like something out of science fiction, the better ones."

[g00d_d0ggie]

".... . .-.. .-.. ---!" it chirps, waving a tiny hand.

( Hello! )

[balancingminds]

It's been a very long time since Charles paid attention to Morse code and he stares for a moment,

"Could you repeat that? I was a boy when I last used that."

[no_mere_marble]

Antinoos who is still here by the magic of Millitime is sitting a few tables away, idly watching people as well.

When Charles takes his break and looks up, he might see the young man in the Greek chiton, wondering what kind of person would work in a tavern.

[balancingminds]

The chiton and the thought catch Charles' attention and he looks up and nods, "Good evening."

[no_mere_marble]

"Good evening," Antinoos says, politely. "You seem to be very busy."

He peers at the papers; he's never seen that kind of writing material.

[balancingminds]

It's nothing terribly special to Charles, typewritten pages of his thesis with his written notes all over them,

"Yes, I'm doing some editing and taking advantage of having extra time here."

[the_lioness]

"Idiots."

The front door bangs open at the same time the young, short, redheaded squire dressed in Tortall's colors opines on the mental capacity of the Tusaine knights he (she) has just run into on a palace stairs.

The squire stops and looks around, cautiously pleased. This place again! It's unexpected, but not unwelcome.

You've been making friends again, I see says Faithful as he winds around her ankles.

"They are idiots."

[balancingminds]

Charles looks up as the door bangs and frowns at the mental shift of pronouns,

"Who are?"

[the_lioness]

Alanna glances over at the man, scowl still firmly in place.

"The knights attending the Tusaine delegation." It's blunt. "Only idiots have a death wish."

She is deeply furious at their arrogance.

[basic_powers]

A young boy jogs in from the door to Bar, picks up a snack and a juice drink, and settles down into a booth. Then starts unloading items from his grubby teal armored jacket onto the table, two practice swords, some stones, a video game...

Re-organizing the magic jacket, with a tidy little mental game that always comes with it.

[balancingminds]

Charles is taking a break from his work and smiles at the boy's mental exercise that reminds him of some of his own.

[basic_powers]

He's being so careful to be aware of his own thought processes, how he's thinking and moving his mind right now. Literally one draw into a deeper 'pocket' of the mental jacket produces..

A dragon tooth, one wider than the boy's own head, and longer than his forearm. Right there on the table. Still no idea what to do with it, but at least it stayed safe.

[ever_lovin]

When Ben comes downstairs from clean up duty upstairs he gets Charles' business card with his gallon of water. He reads it and can't help the surge of hope it gives him. Still, when he looks around he doesn't see ol' chrome dome or his wheel chair.

[balancingminds]

It's the thought of his name that Charles hear though the connected images don't fit, but they sort of do with what he's picked up from Noriko and X.

He quickly organizes his papers and stands up to go towards the counter, "Hello?"

[ever_lovin]

Ben turns at the voice but there's no recognition. Guilt, shame and grief radiate from him though he tries to keep it contained.

"Yeah?"