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[balancingminds]

Since that strange night, Charles has been an owl. He hasn't seen anyone he knows and has been enjoying flying around outside but he wants to get back to himself. This is awkward and his feathers require a lot of work.

Today he is perched on the back of a chair with a newspaper laid out on the table and a small bowl of nuts. He refuses to eat a mouse or bird even if some of them do look tasty.

Tiny tag: Palamedes
(OOC: Open all weekend. Charles will be speaking telepathically into your pup's head if he decides to talk to them. If they have mental shields, let me know, as he's sort of listening, just not as much as usual. Being an owl is distracting. Also ignore the rather large timestamp from one thread to the other, its been my first week of work. Thank you.)

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[says_the_booyah]

Cy is working on math homework. He has not missed it at all. And now that it's college level calc, it's that much worse.

So naturally Cy has a head full of numbers and doesn't notice the owl.

[ooc: mainly a placeholder tag but might be able to reply here and there today.]

[balancingminds]

The math is interesting and Charles tilts his entire body to look at Cy, who's new to Charles. He wonders about how he ended up that way and hoots a greeting.

[says_the_booyah]

"Er, good morning, owl." Looks like just another bird.

Except maybe for the newspaper. Maybe.

[balancingminds]

Charles nods to him before thinking. Hello, what class are you working on?

[death_gone_mad]

There is a redhead sitting down a few tables away to a meal. She seems innocuous enough, but just a bit on the well toned and muscled side. Her mental presence is another thing completely. She doesn't exactly have mental sheilds, exactly, rather, it is something quite offesive, almost predatory, leashed to her mind.

It snarls and snaps and tugs on its short leash, ready to devour any unwary foreign thoughts that wander too close.

The woman doesn't seem to be doing it on purpose. She's concentrating on the food before her, not on the mental landscape of the bar at large.

[OOC: nescecarilly short thread I doubt Charles will want to speak. But I thought this Might be the safest time to introduce him to her "defense" in case of future threads]

[balancingminds]

Charles' feathers all poof out at the mental offensive, he's never seen anything like that before.

Carefully he strengthens his own shields as he sees who that mind belongs to.

[ostro_goth]

Why should not an owl be a patron? Teja is used to much strangeness in this place, so when Count goes exploring towards the owl in ways that make Teja suspicious, he deftly collects his cat and says to the owl (while holding the slightly squirming grey cat who really wants to know about the big bird), "Greetings! Can you speak?"

It would at least understand human language, as it is reading a newspaper.

[balancingminds]

When the cat approaches, Charles hoots at it and some of his feathers poof out.

Yes, I can speak. Hello, Teja, we met before. My name is Charles Xavier.

It wasn't a good meeting, but Charles tries to keep hopeful about people.

[ostro_goth]

"I remember you," Teja says. "You are one of those with the same face as Will Scarlett, are you not? So you speak through your mind?"

Count is squirming, and Teja firmly tucks him under his arm. "That is a patron who is usually human," he informs the cat, "so he will not eat you; but birds like that can, if they want to, so keep your distance!"

The cat, of course, does not understand.

[balancingminds]

I'm a telepath and since at the moment, I'm stuck in the shape of an owl, this is the best way for me to speak. Yes, I believe I am.

Its an odd way to be identified but at least it works and he isn't getting accused of stealing the man's memories again.

[thenewblack]

Some people aren't telepathic, but they do have the equivalent of a comfortable porch. Not private, really, but a part of the mind where people can stop and talk.

These things happen with a Martian on the team.

As far as Artemis is concerned though, she's getting an Italian soda. Grapefruit maybe.

[balancingminds]

Its a comfortable mental set up and Charles makes a satisfied bird noise before continuing to read his paper.

[thenewblack]

That was strangely familiar.

M'Gann? thinks Artemis, Is that you?

[katyafeline]

Katya is coming in from a tiny little town a few hours north of New York - she neglected to learn the name and so far, it hasn't proved important. Skellig has something he has to do, and after she prowled around for a few hours she didn't find anything to similarly distract herself.

The owl brings her up short, for a moment. For a brief moment hope flares like a miniature sun before she moves beyond the 'owl' and more into who is behind it, and...

She doesn't sigh, she has too much training for that, but still. Frustrating.

[balancingminds]

The combination of hope and frustration gets Charles' attention and he turns towards her with a headtilt.

[katyafeline]

Through entirely too much experience she's very good at reading owl expressions (though perhaps she's just cheating, with curiosity's bubbly pomegranate wine bite making her nose twitch). She waves a hand, an informal gesture of apology.

"Sorry, wrong owl."

[chrysopteron]

Iris has her own feathers of course - in her way. Right now they are visible, off to one side and trailing into the chair behind her.

I might have to try one of those root beer things... she ponders, flipping through a drink menu.

[balancingminds]

Charles sees her, his feathers fluff a bit as he's unsure what she'll think of the situation.

Also his last conversation with Erik left him feeling like a fool again. The bird part of him wants to go and be near those lovely wings and he flies over to her.

[chrysopteron]

The last thing Iris was expecting was an owl - the usual owls the lady Athena favors do not look like these either, so that combined with a lack of speech in her mind makes this wholly new.

"Hello, friend bird," Iris smiles.

[olive_and_clove]

Palamedes notes the owl reading something much like a scroll or parchment when he orders himself mint tea and a codex of poems from Babylon. He smiles to himself wondering if the owl is waiting for someone or is in fact reading as he seems.

[balancingminds]

Charles notices the codex and turns his head around to try and get a better look at them.

[olive_and_clove]

How is Charles with pre-Islamic poetry? Cause this narrator is unfamiliar with any and so won't try to name one.

Palamedes notes the movement though and looks up to smile at the bird before saying, "Good day," not really expecting an answer though stranger things have happened, both here and in his world.

[markedformore]

It's not a foreign sight, but Erik still feels a slight unnerved nature at the bird. He's not used to them, given their absence from the camps and in the years that passed, he has never grown accustomed to them. This bird, however, strikes him as rather odd. Still, Erik takes a great care to be as far as possible from it.

[balancingminds]

Charles can feel Erik's mind and his feathers fluff up, this is going to be awkward. Though Erik is avoiding him, so maybe he won't have to explain, he doesn't really have a good explanation other than Milliways.

[markedformore]

The bird is beginning to expand. Erik finds his back tensing up at that fact, but he says nothing. It is hard to take his eyes off of the thing, however, and he finds himself staring at the owl with a great deal of curiosity mixed in with his wariness.