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[helpmeguideit]

[ Charles is standing in a field. Behind him - in a distance is a house that is his in Westchester in 1962. It's quiet here, and he is enjoying the quiet, though he definitely wasn't expecting it. Last he recalled, he was dripping wet and standing aboard a CIA ship. This was a pleasant surprise, and he was mostly aware that it was a dream. He let his hands slip into his pockets as he took to the quiet grounds.

It is bright outside, cloud free. He looks up, a smile spread across his lips. He thinks of Raven, and how much she might enjoy a few moments here with him. Then he thinks of those CIA agents that he had just met. The clouds change just a little bit when his thoughts change, briefly darkening. The smile fades, just a little, and is replaced with curiosity and a bit of concern.

He turns on a heel and looks around. He's never had a dream be so vivid. ]

[[ ooc; yaaaaaay. finally first posting. Also! permissions posts are good for telepaths. You can also note here on yes or no on mind-reading. :) ]]

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[cataphasia.livejournal.com]

[Billy lives in New York, but this isn't what he's used to. He's standing near that house at first, and it looks very familiar. He then feels like an idiot, realizing why it looks familiar. So it's the Xavier school, but something is a little different about it. Also, where are the kids? The teachers? He decides to fly up, performing a locating spell. He only gets one hit for a person, and so he flies towards them, making a smooth landing a few yards away from them.]

Do you know where everyone is?

[helpmeguideit]

[ Charles looks towards the newcomer. He seems only slightly surprised, but the look on his face only changes into a smile. ]

Everyone?

[ He pauses, only briefly. ]

I live here.

[cataphasia.livejournal.com]

[He has a confused look on his face.]

This is Xavier's mansion, isn't it? Unless it's summer break right now. [That would explain it.] Are you the groundskeeper? [but he doesn't really look like it, so...]

[helpmeguideit]

[ You're met with equal confusion over the series questions that he's been asked. ]

It is. This is my home.

[cataphasia.livejournal.com]

Your home? [Wait, no way would they sell the school, right?] Who are you?

[thatoldthatkind.livejournal.com]

[ The Doctor is walking the grounds, with the TARDIS parked safely in a corner where she wouldn't be found. The mansion is quite large, and he certainly knows it isn't his dream, but he knows he's dreaming. He turns around, looking for who the dreamer might be. Or for that matter, why the entire lot seems empty. It's like a ghost town.

Ghost mansion. ]

Hopefully there's no plumbers with vacuums. How do you even catch a ghost in a vacuum...? [ He's mumbling to himself as he walks around. ]

[helpmeguideit]

[ Charles has decided to take to exploring, realizing that it was familiar, but it was an eerie form of familiar. The mumbling was what he had caught, and it certainly didn't belong to Raven. ]

Not successfully, I imagine.

[thatoldthatkind.livejournal.com]

[ He whirls around, arms flailing about around him to look at the man speaking. A smile breaks out on his face as he realizes this must be the owner of the dream. The Doctor then slides his hands into his pockets and rocks back and forth on his heels. ]

That is the beauty of Japanese video games. They don't necessarily need to make sense beyond being entertaining! And addicting... you could spend hours launching birds out of that sling shot--wait, no, sorry. That's Findland, not Japan. Yes! Japan has the plumbers, Findland has the very unhappy birds.

[ Without really explaining what he was rambling on about, he takes another look over the mansion. ]

This is yours, then? It's absolutely brilliant. And huge!

[helpmeguideit]

[ Give Charles a few moments to absorb those words, Doctor. As these are all things he hasn't seen yet, he's just a bit curious. ]

Video games?

[ An eyebrow goes up, and he looks around the place. He understood the question. ]

This is mine.

[waterfell.livejournal.com]

[Ami is there - a young woman, Japanese to judge by her features, dressed professionally but with a mild sense of style.

She's smiling at Charles as soon as he turns around, slyly.]

Lost in thought? You should be careful to stay aware of your surroundings.

[helpmeguideit]

[ Smiles towards her. ]

I am aware of them, just comfortable.

[waterfell.livejournal.com]

I've never seen this house before. [From its size and grandeur, she assumes it to be a notable one.] What's its name?

[helpmeguideit]

It's my home, so that's what I've always called it.

/late to this party >:

[falsifythedawn.livejournal.com]

[It's rare that she even enters dreams that have to do with somewhere so serene. She's just quiet, watching the dream-sky for a moment, but the second the darken her eyes fall on the male figure--the one this dream had to belong to in some manner.]

What a peaceful place...

:3 all's well

[helpmeguideit]

[ Turns towards the voice, wearing a pleasant smile. ]

It is very quiet.

:3 yay

[falsifythedawn.livejournal.com]

I take it this is your home?

[It's just an educated guess, since she's never seen this place before and any dream she happens to wander into tend to be based on someone's memory.]

[helpmeguideit]

It is my home.

[ He looks around ]

Even quieter than normal, though.

FASHIONABLY LATE DX

[e4e5nf3nc6nc3nf6]

[ It wasn't exactly a place Erik expected to be. It looked more like some old world manse than a CIA outpost. Hadn't they talked about that? Going to some CIA installation to discuss the continued hunt for Schmidt... Shaw. Whatever name he was using now.

Erik pushed his hands in his pockets and took a cursory look around, scrutinising all he could see. It was second nature for him to analyse a place, looking for escape routes, hiding places, and any potential threats he could find. It was as natural to him as breathing and he didn't even realise the way he tensed -- mentally and physically -- when he caught sight of the lone figure. Oh, but it was just that Xavier guy. Erik closed the distance between them in a few long strides.]

Where are we?

[helpmeguideit]

[ Familiar faces are fantastic considering Erik was one of the last people he saw. ]

My home.

[e4e5nf3nc6nc3nf6]

Your...?

[Erik blinked, muted confusion painting itself across his features. A mild impatience bubbled up from within. Every moment spent dallying put Shaw further from his reach.]

Why are we here?

[helpmeguideit]

I'm asleep, Erik. So it may be safe to presume that you are as well.

[ Looks around, hands in his pockets. ]

Welcome to my dream.

[auncyenhalig.livejournal.com]

Looks like rain. [ Aerith stands farther off, shades her eyes as she looks up before turning her head to look at Charles. If there's a garden in this dreamscape you can bet your bottom dollar that she's found it. ] A little sudden, but it's a nice change from the dry weather.

[helpmeguideit]

[ You can bet that there is. ] It's nice at times. [ He figures that his outside thoughts is seeping into it, probably. ]

[auncyenhalig.livejournal.com]

The plants will like it. [ She takes an appreciative look at the flowers before glancing up at Charles. ] Your face seems to be gathering a few clouds of its own, though. Is everything all right?

[helpmeguideit]

I'm perfectly fine. I'm not used to my dreams behaving like this.