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My mother Raven is gone.

Helena is gone.

Just thought you would want to know.

My grenade instructor is gone.

I thought people might be interested in this.

I feel like going dancing.

The coming and going is so jarring. I don't know how the people here are just so blasé about these things. As if disappearing and reappearing people who should be fictional is just the way the world works. There is no world where it works like that! Except this one. It's not normal.

I'm starting a community theater group until this nonsense stops and I can go home. Sign ups are in the library and our first meeting is on the fifth. Anyone who likes can be involved, regardless of experience. And someone mentioned a book club? I can organize that, too. I'm very good with organization and planning and hosting.

Anyone care for a few hands of cards? It's not got the same satisfying clink to it, taking money instead of gold or goods, but it's still fun enough.

Some of the folks getting drunk at our bar fancy poker, but if there's another game of choice, I can learn to take all your money in another one, too.

I need a job, I have come to realize.

How does one get into politics around here?

There have been various recent departures within the past few weeks.

If anyone needs to talk about anything, feel free to come to me.

It would seem I've missed out on quite a bit by taking time to acquaint myself with this era before using this device. Including my sister

My name is Charles Xavier. Thank you very much for your hospitality.