WHO: Charles Xavier and OPEN WHAT: Grocery Shopping WHEN: Tuesday morning WHERE: Downtown WARNINGS: TBD STATUS: Open/Ongoing
Getting into town from his hillside home was difficult for Charles. If it was important, he could ask Kurt, and he was sure the boy would be accommodating, but he didn't like to bother him, and he had a life of his own that Charles felt bad interrupting. He could, with enough time and willpower, roll himself down the driveway and the hillside, but the weather hadn't made that terribly appealing lately. Finally, he could call a taxi, which was his most frequent way of coming into town now that he had moved. He loved his new home, but to say that there were not drawbacks was certainly untrue.
Now that he was in downtown Madison Valley, he let his mind open a little. He had read on the network that the creature was gone, and so he needn't worry about the terrible rage and pain and fear that he'd picked up on both from it and from the people fighting it. He had done what he could to help, but it seemed like so little in comparison to what others could give. And Charles loathed feeling useless.
The town felt calmer, relieved. It was a good feeling. Far better than it had been before. No thanks to him, of course.
Shaking those thoughts from his mind, he made his way to the grocery store. Since he was in town, he thought he would stop by Erik's, and perhaps together they could manage to create some sort of food. Or, Erik could, and he could at least buy the supplies.