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[heartofthedream]

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voice; un: Storm

[agoddessonce]

Jean, have you found a swimsuit you like around here yet?

[heartofthedream]

I saw a few at the Roxx I wouldn't mind trying out.
Does this mean I should acquire one shortly?

[agoddessonce]

I am thinking of hosting a pool day this weekend. Or the next.

Something light to tide us all over - I tire of all the concrete and neon lights of that new city.

[heartofthedream]

That sounds nice. It is a good way to facilitate meeting more people here, too.

Do we want to throw in food?
Hamburgers, hot dogs, watermelon, the summer usuals?
Maybe drag out the lawn games from storage for the kids?

[agoddessonce]

Food would be good; something universal that people can bond over. The usual would be fine, but there must be vegetarian options too. [ After all, Aang should come! She likes that child. ]

Do you think they'll like the games? It's been a while since we've had to referee anything other than a quick game of pool.

[heartofthedream]

I think it couldn't hurt. More incentive for the kids to come. Plus, it's an opportunity for Laura to do some things more her age, with people her age.


We can ask the boys if they could manage the grill station.
I know they aren't from home, but back there, they hadn't minded.

telepathy;

[overconfidently]

( Reaching out telepathically to Jean of all people... he takes care in the way he lets his presence be known — a gentle sort of psychic nudge given before his voice follows. )

Hi... ( Not awkward at all. ) Is this a bad time?

[heartofthedream]

[ It is kind of him, and there's a wave of warmth—uncomplicated fondness—that passes, unheeded between them for it. Jean closes her book, and leans back in her chair. ]

{ Not at all.

What can I do for you? }

telepathy.

[overconfidently]

I'm leaving for Solmara. I thought you should know.

[heartofthedream]

[ There's a concern that nebulously settles as Jean doesn't consider sensoring her feelings. ]

{ Be careful out there, Nate.
Like with Aphaia, most places here aren't safe. }

[overconfidently]

I can handle it.

( Or... he hopes so, anyways. )

Scott's coming, too. He... volunteered.

( At Julian's suggestion he's almost sure. )

[heartofthedream]

{ Of course, he did. }

[ She's not sure it would take that much pushing, if Julian did.
Scott was very much going to ... be Scott universe's over. ]

{ Try to keep an eye out for him?

He hasn't been with his X-Men long at all yet. }

[overconfidently]

I know. Everything's new to him still.

( Even just being a mutant. )

I don't think he knows who I am... who Cable is either. We don't think there's any point telling him.

[heartofthedream]

[ Oh, there's a point to it.
It's just not one she wants either. ]

{ He'll figure it out at some point. }

[ He's too smart not to. Even as a kid.
Even as a kid who isn't the one she knows.

There's a tinge of regret to her thoughts.

Less for the choice, and more like there's a pinch to lying to Scott.
Any Scott, anywhere. Even when it's in the best decision for the circumstances. ]

{ But there's a lot else he should get the ropes of, with who he is and being here,
before that's turning everything else upside down. }

@jaycetalis | text (timey-wimey date/time) ➞ @PHOENIX

[hexcope]

Hello. I don't believe we've met, but I'm putting together a contact sheet for those of us with abilities to be able to reach out to each other easier, since we're fairly spread out for this mission. Care to volunteer?

[heartofthedream]

I'm pretty sure I do something like what you're implying back home, so consider me a tentative yes. I'm Jean, and there are several people here from my world who may share a similar interest.

[ Also, more than half of them are extraordinary telepaths,
so the likelihood of duping any of them is incredibly low. ]

[hexcope]

Hoping that's the case, because it'd be pretty lame to be a team of two.

Wait. I might know about you from Sophie? Telekinesis and telepathy, right? Omega-level?

[heartofthedream]

[ It takes him so few words to inform her how little he (and Sophie, both) know. Like asking her if she knows the name of one star, without knowing her whole costume is now made of real stars, that a part of her is at the heart of every star ever born and yet to be born. ]

Yes, those are two of my powers.

[ Honesty is a policy,
and The Phoenix doesn't lie. ]

How do you know Sophie?

[hexcope]

She decided to help with the trolley repair. We've been talking since.

[heartofthedream]

I'm glad she's making friends.

[ And getting involved.
But the first more so. ]

telepathy.

[redvisor]

[ Not that he’s a telepath himself, but. He knows how to reach out to one. Especially one like her. ]

Was going to send a message but figured this way might be quicker.

[ A very Scott Summers way of saying hello. ]

Eee!! Yes. Just this morning, I was pondering hitting up his mingle. This is perfect.

[heartofthedream]

[ It really is.

A faint fluted warmth is the first instinctual answer. ]


{ Sensible of you. }

here he is.

[redvisor]

[ He shouldn’t be surprised she answered. That she heard him because… of course she would. No matter the time, place, version… she always knows him, doesn’t she? Just as he knows her. If even instinctually. ]

Thought if there was any way to know for sure if you were still around, this would be it.

[heartofthedream]

{ Still here. Still in the Mansion. Still with the kids. }

[ They aren't kids, and they are. They're young adults. They're people who've had to be so much more, handle so much, go through so much more than any child should. It takes and breaks the word some. But biology, their full development, can't be rushed due to trauma (in most cases that don't involve science, magic, or Sinister). ]

{ Sofie's put up the NYX building for people to teach and learn at, too. }

[ There isn't even a beat.

She hardly managed not to ask it first. ]

{ How are you? How was home? }

[ It's a small snarl of a tangle—the sweet relief of hear his voice, his thoughts, and the weight of knowledge that he's been pulled back into this again, too. Not something she would wish on him, or herself, or any of them. ]

[redvisor]

[ Right. The mansion. A place that’s both familiar and not. Storm had brought it in, he’s pretty sure she had. Back when his first trip to Etraya had been a bumpy one. Back when there were more of them. Or at least those he knew. To some extent anyway. ]

Like the last time and the time before that. It’s as if Aurora or Echo or whoever won’t let me take more than a few steps there before I find myself back here. Or in the middle of some mission.

[ There’s a touch of frustration that can be felt through that. Understandable, really. To be pulled back and forth between worlds as if he were a yo-yo of sorts. It’s disorienting and annoying, especially for someone like Scott Summers. Is he actually needed here and they can’t make up their minds about it? Are they trying to spare him seeing or experiencing something back home for whatever reason? He doesn’t know and doubts he’ll get much of an answer from either. Point is though, Scott Summers seems to be a presence this place can’t be without for too long.

Which… ]

Ran into a younger version of myself. Have to ask if I was always so….

[ Moody? Rough around the edges? Difficult? Emotional? He’ll let her pick which descriptors to use there. ]

Thought that was new for a change.