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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

[bluetilator]

Would you like it to be?

[mind_over_metal]

I'm not entirely sure, I have to say.

[bluetilator]

I would like to experience 1962 but I was sleeping in the Deeper Well when it happened and I cannot go back then any more.

[mind_over_metal]

I... see. And when did you wake up?

[bluetilator]

Here in this place it is years but time here is misbehaving.

[mind_over_metal]

*is silently and carefully shoring up the shields in his mind because hello crazy person alert*

Time does seem to be very out of order. Where are you from?

[bluetilator]

[haha understatement of all time]

I once called it Vahla ha'nesh but you would call it Los Angeles.

[mind_over_metal]

Right, Los Angeles, interesting place, Los Angeles is. Did anyone else call it... that?

[bluetilator]

You don't believe me but I am not lying. Humans are always so willing to disbelieve things.

[mind_over_metal]

I utterly believe that you called it that. I'm just wondering if there were others. It seems that it would be significant if there were.

[bluetilator]

There were others. It was long before your time.

[mind_over_metal]

What did you call yourselves?

[bluetilator]

We have been called the Old Ones and I was called Illyria the Merciless.

[mind_over_metal]

...hello, Illyria, I'm Charles Xavier.