InsaneJournal

Who: Charles and Rogue.
What: Tea and conversation.
Where: The Sanctuary.
When: Early evening.
Rating: TBA.
Status: In progress.

So much about this place fascinated Charles. Not only was he on another planet, potentially in another reality, and forty-eight years in the future to boot, but there were so many mutants here, the likes of which he had never encountered. The people at the self-proclaimed Sanctuary were especially fascinating, as were Miss Suresh and Mrs. Winchester. The latter's ability was a particular point of interest to him with his recent work using her blood. Which, now that he was thinking about that, there were vampires here. Vampires and werewolves and all manner of creatures he had believed to be little more than myth and folklore. Erik's presence was a welcome surprise, even if there was still a measure of awkwardness between them. But he was adjusting to all of that. Honestly, the most curious aspect of this city was the presence of his future students.

Katherine and Marie were both charming young women, but he found himself confused by them. The idea of acutally having students was still a novel one to him and he clearly wasn't what they expected. He had to wonder how much he had changed from his time to theirs, how much the world had changed on the whole. Marie's reaction to Erik was unsettling, and the catalyst that prompted him to this meeting. Or not this meeting, since he wanted to meet with her anyway, but certainly to his request. He did not delve idly into the minds of others, no matter what some might think. He understood the risks in looking at so much of the young woman's mind, but he needed to understand how things had gone so very wrong. Even though he and Erik had their idealogical difference, he couldn't imagine his friend doing what the girl had said. He wasn't only concerned for Erik or himself or even their future. He was worried for Marie. If she was his students, then he wanted to be there for her. And he couldn't do that if he was constantly unsure of what might upset her. So he needed to understand.

He was glad she had agreed to tea, and he had set things up in one of the smaller sitting rooms while he waited. He was sitting in an armchair, his wheelchair within reach. He was still adapting to the thing, but he was getting used to it. It wasn't quite the time they had agreed to meet, but he was getting anxious. He was beginning to worry that perhaps the young woman would ultimately think better of coming to see him, when he felt her approaching. "Come in, Marie," he said calmly as she reached the door. "I would stand but...I'm sure you're used to this by now. Please, do have a seat. How do you take your tea?" See? He could ask, like regular people, who didn't read minds on a daily basis.