[telepathic broadcast? See notes ; open]

[xprofessor]

[ This broadcast can be heard telepathically pretty much anywhere in the city. The farther away it is from the tip of the Jungle, the weaker it is. IMPORTANT: Info on the extent of Charles' abilities/permissions can be found HEREIf you would not like your character to perceive this broadcast, then they will not

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[fallsoutofbox]

/What is it with the telepaths in this city? Do I have to teach you all to keep your minds to yourselves?/

[xprofessor]

[ Omigod OMIGOD this mind is so WEIRD feeling. DOCTOR, Doctor you tickle. ]

/I would object to your classification, given that I wasn't in this city when I started broadcasting./

[fallsoutofbox]

[Weird indeed. There's probably a constant rushing, shifting undercurrent of thought, too loud to be a whisper but not loud enough to separate one thought from the other. A sense of his own psychic powers. Maybe even the sense that he is something other than an average human or a mutant.]

/...Oh. Well./

/Busy day./

[xprofessor]

/Quite./

[ Wat is self-preservation. Yes, he is reaching out to touch that. Not invading, not tramping in like an elephant, but with a sense of quiet wonder. ]

[fallsoutofbox]

[He doesn't push Charles away or explicitly invite him in, just... leaves the door open. While keeping a mental eye on what Charles has access to. He's curious too, and gives a gentle poke at the mind that's connected with his.]

/Anybody else given you the story yet?/

[xprofessor]

[ He's immediately attracted to questions of trust, and love, and caring. Doctor, he feels, and even though it's only the surface he glances through, he instinctively understands.

His own emotions are spinning right now. Pushed by the city, confused and irritated if not frightened. Curious, and gentle. ]

/Bete Noire. City of Sin. Not the most coherent of explanations./

[fallsoutofbox]

/Not the most coherent of places./

[xprofessor]

/Tell me more./

[fallsoutofbox]

[A pause. Then: an explanation, but not in words. In images, concepts, equations. A pocket universe, a place of inherent supernatural power that has existed since the Beginning - if you believe that sort of thing - that brings people in against their will, that lets some leave and forces others to stay.]

[It's a test of sorts, but he wouldn't even have tried if he didn't think Charles could handle it.]

[xprofessor]

[Indeed he can. In fact, he spins it in his mind, as though viewing the concept from all angles. And there's a fascinated delight to it. Charles may not be a physicist precisely, but he's brilliant, and he takes a delight in learning. ]

/thank you for this, thank you, incredible/

[fallsoutofbox]

/Even better than handing out leaflets./

/What are you?/ [With that, he tries to take a step into Charles' mind. Just to skim the surface, the same way Charles did with him.]

[xprofessor]

[ Charles is controlled and calm on the surface. There's a great deal of empathy, trust, and he allows the Doctor just a careful glimpse of the weathered, experienced person beneath. ]

/A mutation, actually. What are you?/

[fallsoutofbox]

/Mutated human?/ [Just a guess, but an educated one.]

/I'm something else./ [As though Charles wouldn't have already discerned that. But it's always fun to be a bit cryptic.]

[xprofessor]

/Yes. I suppose I should have specified./

[Charles considers this, for a moment, drifting telepathically around the exterior of the Doctor's mind.]

/Alien,/ [he decides.]

[fallsoutofbox]

/Non-terrestrial./ [But there's a sense of cheek there. Unlike some others, he doesn't find the term insulting.]

[xprofessor]

/Pleased to meet you, Doctor./