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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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It becomes a mental shuffle now of...well. How can he tell it. The organization comes back into play, shuffling rapidly through possible ways to tell it...

He wants to be truthful, but there's things that have to be protected.

"Sorry, I get a little defense about it, kind of afraid someone's going to take it away, you know?"

...cause that's what bigger people, grownups do. Not that they mean to be so scary, but they do things for reasons that sometimes...he doesn't understand.

The mental shuffle looks quite familiar to Charles and he nods with some sadness in his eyes, "Of course, it's yours."

The shuffle fades and he grins, holding out a hand to shake...with a puppy-like enthusiam to greet and 'hey person I do not know yet, possible friend'. Complete with a little mental wag.

"I'm Tyler, Tyler Marlocke, what's your name?"

"I'm Charles Xavier, it's good to meet you,"

He smiles in return as the greeting and emotions with it are wonderful. When he was that age, he was finally getting better at controlling his telepathy but still would get nervous about saying the wrong thing aloud.

There's a bell rung, but Tyler can't quiet connect the name yet to the concept. He's heard of Charles Xavier somewhere before...

Nevermind, that's going into the organizational buzz behind the conversation. Get to know this person in front of him.

"It's nice to meet you, you wanna peanut banana sammich?"

"No, thank you, I think I've got a scone somewhere under my papers,"

It just got lost when he was searching for a particular note.

"What's a scone?"

New food to investigate later!

"Sort of like a cross between a muffin and a biscuit,"

Charles is mainly American, he's just been living in England for a while and grew up around many British things.

"Huh. Might try that. Can't be any worse than snails."

Seriously. Ew. Canned. SNAILS. French are weird.

Definitely getting filed away to try it later for breakfast! Organization coming back into play again as the dragon tooth gets tucked into another mental 'pocket'. Not even reaching for it, just thinking of picking up and placing it into a 'pocket' on the bottom hem.

"How are you doing that? Snails can be tasty with enough garlic,"

It's a mechanism that he's never seen before and it's fascinating.

"Sylladex! Got the fetch-modus for it for christmas."

Two images immediately pop up, a glowing horned creature squeeing with delight over the fabrics he'd gotten her, and that same alien showing him how to use one.

Some things might come out with a little lint on them, but otherwise pretty good! Sub-space storage system, linked to user's mental commands.

"That's amazing especially how its tied to your thoughts, if that's how it works,"

It's how he can see it working but he has to catch himself from saying that and he wants to ask about the creature with the horns. He wonders what might be possible with his own abilities though sadly he's not telekinetic.

Edited 2012-03-23 05:10 (UTC)

"They are.."

How did he guess that?

Hold on. Now that name gets connected to a story he's got in a book. Telepath, famous, metahuman leader. He's got several stor- oh that SO impolite, Ray would be disappoint if I said that, much less thought that aloud, let's just try cloaking the thoughts a bit.

The shields aren't especially...great. Mobile, and there, just like a murky wall set to move by gears.

..and embarassment. Like getting caught with pants around the ankles.

Charles frowns at the reaction, he's never gotten quite this one before, "Are you okay?"

His voice is at its most reassuring and he wants to offer to help with those shields at some point.

"Yes."

Though...ears turning pink at tips, yep, flushing with embarassment.

Dontspazdontspazdontspazdontspaz, wait aren't I spazzing right now?FACEPALM.

"Sort of."

"You don't look it. Let me help. What did I remind you of that's worrying you so much?"

It's slightly cheating but Charles feels that it's needed as the boy doesn't look well.

"...someone I heard about."

A comic-book image of a school, Charles Xavier school for the gifted, is just visible, along with a man's voice, muted telling Tyler that he might meet people from the stories in Milliways. He should be very polite and respectful to them and try not to fanboy at them because they would probably be very flustered and confused and it's rude and..

Now he's just mentally saying a litany, the way of the spark, something Ray(same voice, father-to-son) taught to calm down with if he got nervous, scared or flustered. Deep breath, repeat. deep breath, repeat.

Charles files away the thought that there are stories written about some of his possible futures and projects calm towards Tyler, matching his breathing to his,

"I see. There's nothing to worry about. You haven't done anything wrong."

He does calm down, probably in equal parts to the projection and the litany, a familiar meditation.

Still flubbed, and there's an admittance to himself that...that..

"...little embarassed, sorry." Tyler admits, trying to smile just a little. Uncle Ray raised him better than to do something like that, and he wants to do right by the guy.

"It happens. When I was your age, I kept saying things aloud I shouldn't. I was better than when I was younger but still made my mother and my Nanny sigh quite a bit,"

As figuring out what's meant to said and what's not when you can hear everything is tricky.

And watching your own mental processes so you don't let something slip is like trying to grab weasels made of water with your hands and nothing else.

"Mostly I try and stay quiet and stick to yes or no answers."

There, he's feeling better but still has those shields up and is paying attention to them and his own emotional state. Though to be fair, there is the feeling of 'yeah, been there, found myself chewing on my own foot up to the kneecap'.

He's got a lot of people and secrets to protect...

"Uhm...this is...shoot." How is that shield? He can sorta trust him to tell him how it's going? Uncle Ray's headblind. There's cheese out there with more psychic ability than him.

"I've found that can be a good plan, but Milliways seem to make even those confusing. There are various timelines intersecting here and you never know who might know what,"

It makes life rather challenging and he's trying to provide an opening for Tyler. He really wants to help with those shields, they work but are rather clumsy.

"Timelines, realities, entirely different worlds where things just didn't go the same way at all, but still have echos." Tyler supplies. "It..uhm. It gets really, really weird. And I know a lot about weird."

"...uhm. What're you hearing right now?"

...It's hard shielding and juggling the thoughts behind the shoddy shielding, and he doesn't wanna break out the earworms on Charles cause he's a nice guy and...

Drop it like it's hot
Drop it like it's hot
Drop it like it's hot
When the pigs try to get at ya
Park it like it's hot
Park it like it's hot
Park it like it's hot-

Oh well BISCUITS.

"I'm very, very, VERY sorry."

Charles raises an eyebrow and as its clear Tyler knows he's a telepath best to go forward.

Though he winces at the song and rests his hand against his temple,

"Would you like help with your shields?"

"Yes."

Once he's done burying himself in guilt because oh good god that was bad. Like, puppy that knows he made a mess on the good rug ashamed.

"Please?"