Rooms

[Telepathy: Liam/Jean]

[She hasn't heard from him in a few days, and her concern gets the better of her. The presence is warm, just barely brushing the edges of his mind.]

Please don't be alarmed. This is Jean Grey. I am checking in. Are you alright?

[Telepathy: various Mutants in Marvel]

[Good morning, Marvel mutants (X-gene and Pulse mutants, alike)! Jean is playing with Cerebro today to find yooouuuu~ (IMPORTANT NOTE: Not all mutants show up with Cerebro due to whatever reasons. If you'd rather not be found, Jean can't find you. That simple. :D) She forgoes telepathic communication to the mutants that wouldn't handle it well, and notes to meet them in person instead. To the others, the opening statement is roughly the same for everyone:]

Don't be alarmed. My name is Jean Grey. I am acting Headmaster of the Xavier Institute for Higher Learning. How are you doing today?


[Telepathy: MK Robinson]

[The voice is clear in MK's mind, purposeful. This is no idle whisper of surface thoughts. Jean is making her presence very known. The warm tendrils that webbed into her frontal lobe was less of a knock and more of someone wandering in to your house and making themselves comfortable on your couch.]

Good morning. Are you feeling better today?

[No journals. This is mind-to-mind, the old fashioned way but it asks first. There's a smell of dry ice and smoke, dead incense and spitting flame. A disturbance: like a knock only inside, one conscious to another. Screw playing she doesn't have power, and why make use of alien magic when she has her own?]

[A tentative curl of thought in Steve's direction. Preston is plenty powerful enough to get it across the city, and he obviously hasn't left the mansion grounds yet. The thought is not meant to be intrusive, just a brush, to see if he's well or not, busy or not. There's no formed question, and Preston thinks he might be light enough touch to avoid detection if the new Steve is busy being amazing.]

[During and after this: a telepathic link in Marvel, wide open and unintentional. It starts with an explosion of pain in his head from the first hit and morphs into a steady, all-over throb that sits heavy in his chest and in his skull. A sickly rage. He wants to fight back, but that gets overwhelmed by the unsteady urge to vomit all over the alleyway.

Then only darkness, and the outburst falls silent for a minute or two before he totally regains consciousness. Then it's just pain. Hands that shake with a flood of adrenaline and anger. Dizzy. He needs to get up, but he's dizzy.

And still, he doesn't realize that he is projecting all over New York.]

[X-Mansion.]

[A general, localized feeling of fatigued calm, the kind that comes after a restless night and a zombie morning. There is the sensation of being drained, of having no energy to even be tired, except you are, so tired. It's just a feeling, small and light, without identity. Telepaths wouldn't feel formed thought, and even identity is missing from the emotion. Yawn.]

[Marvel. Preston isn't searching, but he is nearly up from a formless dream that was, surprisingly enough, rather innocently pleasant. One is left with... something like tangible clouds of cotton candy in the mind. Sweet, obscuring, blank.

It's strongest nearest Stark Tower.]

[ETA: Closed.]

[fuzzy timelines are fuzzy - guys we're in the middle of plot plz to be bearing with me. timelines are mostly so fuzzy]

[Erik Lehnsherr - Brain chat]

[Directly after this]

Erik?

[Preston R - Brain chat (sorry bro)]

[After this]

Preston? It's Charles - just me this time.

[Jack C - Brain chat attempt v1]

[Also after this]

Jack? It's Charles Xavier. I'm here to help you.

[Telepathic Shout Out - Wanda M]

[After his discussion with Steve, and the agreement to try and reach Wanda, he sets off for finding her using Cerebro. One should be easy enough to start with. It takes some time, and some greasing the wheels of his mind to get there, to weed through the pain and suffering of so many.]

Wanda? It's Charles Xavier. Can you hear me, my dear?

[A relatively open telepathic link (not that he knows it) Preston is searching the city for something. Preston, a bit removed from the population, is a very sane, quiet mind, though he's frightened, which adds a faintly citric tang to his otherwise empathetic presence. Preston's empathetic telepathy is extremely strong. He doesn't have the knack of really shielding quite yet.

Addendum: We're assuming all of these are at different times! Yes!]