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[mind_over_metal]

*suddenly in camp, a young man in a wheelchair making an off-handed comment -- almost as if he had been talking to someone -- in a rather posh British accent*

So... not 1962, then...

((ETA @ 4:45AM EST: HOLY SHIT I'M GOING TO BED will pick up old and new threads over the course of the coming days!))

Comments

[servicewitha]

. . . Huh.

[mind_over_metal]

...yes?

[servicewitha]

Nothing. I'm just admiring your face.

[mind_over_metal]

I've heard it spoken well of before, though I like to flatter myself in saying that it isn't my best attribute.

Charles Xavier. And you are...?

[servicewitha]

Fuuma.

[offers a hand]

It's nice to meet you.

[mind_over_metal]

*shakes it firmly*

Likewise. I hate to immediately drill you for information, but I'm afraid that I am rather lost.

[servicewitha]

You're a) in the American Midwest b) in a place called Camp Fuck You Die c) in hell or d) all of the above.

[mind_over_metal]

You're being metaphorical regarding the third option, yes?

[servicewitha]

I don't know. Have you died recently?

[mind_over_metal]

*a wry chuckle at that*

Not that I'm aware of.

[servicewitha]

Then, no, not that I'm aware of. But that also depends on who you talk to.

[mind_over_metal]

Are there... people who have died? Here?

[servicewitha]

Quite a few, actually.

[mind_over_metal]

So are they dead here as well -- reanimated or some sort of ghost?

[servicewitha]

Reanimated is a better term for it, I suppose. Although for all intents and purposes, they're alive.

[mind_over_metal]

Resurrected?