Reality Crash

The Players: Erik Lehnsherr and everyone --no really, see the notes. EVERYONE...sort of.
What: A strategy breakfast with Santa Claus the X-Kids
Where: The Manor's kitchen/dining area
When: Day II of ~VISITORTIME~, mid-morning
Rating: Erm. I'm going to say PG to PG-13, mostly for language. That means we get one use of the scariest of swears, you guys. We should hold a raffle.

Notes: IMPORTANCE. This is a true open post; anyone can jump in at any time. I'm going to make one "main" thread where Erik will actually lay out his concerns about the Visitors, but all other threads are welcome as long as they are in fact taking place in the Manor's kitchen. If your character has any reason to be there at all, they're welcome to wander by and take part. Please. Spam my inbox, I love stalking your threads.
( we think we've come so far. on all our lies we depend. we face no consequence. this is the beginning of the end. )

Who: Charles Xavier and Erik Lehnsherr.
What: Erik just learned the future, and the future is awful.
Where: Charles' room in the Manor.
When: January 28th, late evening.
Warning: X-Angst, probably R-rated.

( lately, this world seems kinda strange. has my perception changed? am i losing the war? enemies that only you could see, or is this empathy? tell me how hard would you fight if everything was slipping away, before you just lay down and died. )

The Players: Charles Xavier and the Eleventh Doctor
What: Oh by goodness, alien technology!
Where: The TARDIS, in the park.
When: January 25th, 2012
Rating: PG.

( ground control to major tom, commencing countdown, engines on. check ignition and may god’s love be with you. )

The Players: Charles Xavier and Erik Lehnsherr
What: Serious discussion.
Where: Charles and Erik's recently acquired space, the Manor
When: January 25th, 2012 (after Erik speaks to Raven)
Rating: PG-13 to begin with.

( i never knew, i never knew that everything was falling through, that everyone i knew was waiting on a cue to turn and run when all i needed was the truth. )

The Players: Raven and Charles
What: Hair brushing, cupcakes and boy talk
Where: Raven's newly acquired room, the Manor
When: Shortly after the relevant conversation
Rating: PG-13 at worst. The term groovy is used. You have been warned.

( It matters not how strait the gate, how charged with punishments the scroll. I am the master of my fate; I am the captain of my soul )