Reality Crash Communications

TO: Charles Stupidface
SENDER: Raven

Charles. He's here. Hank is here



TO: Lorna D <3
SENDER: Raven

Girl emergency. Come quickly. Bring ice cream.

...Uh.

This is Cadet--this is Alex Summers, over. Can anyone from the crew of the X-ray Bravo Seven Zero hear me? I'm--definitely not where I'm supposed to be right now.

I am aware that there is a U.F.O above us.
I ask that those of you that have the ability to do so, please do not engage in communication or try to antagonize these newcomers at this time until we know more.

I would also like to inquire if anyone recognizes the make of these ships and can give me any information on them.

-Inspector Tanith IDPD.
If you are unsure whether or not to trust me, that is fine. But please keep in mind, I am the only legally recognized voice for all things and beings transplanted here.

I'm looking for directions to a liquor store. Lack of niggling questions a bonus.

Okay, I think I've just about figured out how this thing works. I have a question, if anyone can help me with it. Is there a gym in this town? I haven't looked too hard, but from what I've seen at least, I haven't been able to locate anything. I am absolutely itching to get out of this manor, so if anyone knows of anything please let me know.

If not, does anyone want to...Christ, I don't know, just go for a run some mornings or something? I like the companyI do this kind of thing better when another person is involved.

Anyway, that's about it. If you know anything, give me a shout or something?

Thanks, random people of this town whom I have never met.

Raven.

[Audio message filtered to Charles Xavier]

Hello Charlie! Charles! The Doctor here. Em... just a little invitation if you'd like to pop down and see the TARDIS sometime? Say in an hour? Brilliant. Assuming you've said yes that is. My TARDIS is parked out in the park. Big blue box, Police on the side, can't really miss it because the perception filter isn't working up to speed but never mind!

See you soon!

Hello? Anybody there? ... How does this thing even work? Uh. ... Hi. I don't know if anybody can hear me but I found this little walkie-talkie sort of thing? The screen on it-- Augh, this is weird. I-- Yeah, it says I'm calling someone so, if anyone can hear me, I'm either really lost or...really high. ... I mean, first one's more likely but-- We crashed on a beach and now I'm in a park? ... And I'm alone. ... And-- ow. ... Anybody? ... Nngh, seriously. Where am I? Where's Alex? Hell, where's everybody?

Hello, citizens and immigrants of Red Oak,

My name is Charles Xavier, and I have recently arrived in your lovely town a bit impromptu. By that I mean of course I am one of those who have been brought here by forces unknown from my world of origin, which could have happened at a more convenient time, but never mind that. (Thank you again for the explanation, Gladys, you're a gem of a woman.)

Since lodging and food have been taken care of and it does seem all my organs and limbs remain in the proper order, I'd like to take this opportunity to introduce myself and extend my services to whomever may be working on our exit from this place (not to insult your town, but I'm afraid I have rather pressing business at home). In the meanwhile, since it's possible I might be here for some time and find myself short on funds, would anyone know of any job opportunities for a doctor of genetics? I'm afraid I left my diploma in my other universe, but I think a practical test of my knowledge ought to do the trick. My world is in 1962, so obviously the field has changed since, but I am more than willing to catch up on what I've missed.

Sincerely,

Charles Xavier