[ Jay's only mistake was trying to find Julian. He thought he might be at the Casino, because it was like him. Big and loud and attention-stealing. Of course he'd be at the casino, being seen and playing the game smart.
He should've left when they led him up to the wheel and made him spin it to gain entrance
The wheel has so many worse outcomes. Jay thinks he's gotten lucky. He's had beer before, even a few shots, but it never sticks. Better yet, he's the only one in the room who knows that he can't get drunk. This'll be a piece of cake.
Drunk plows through into him like a freight train, and it hasn't hit the breaks yet. With it comes its pals, overblown confidence and perceived invulnerability. ]
Anybody seen Julian Keller?
[ But no one pays him any mind. Nobody ever pays him any mind, and doesn't that just gall? He's tired of being the one to be there, to find people when they're upset, over and over again and then when he needs someone, they're never around.
Jay flies up over the heads of the crowd, up near the chandelier, and suddenly the sound of a bosun whistle piping attention and all hands on deck carries over everything. When the crowd below quiets, looking around to see what could've possibly made that awful whistle, Jay hollers into the silence. ]
Ah said, anybody seen Julian Keller?
[ Sure, he's given up on the General American dialect and his S sounds are slushier than a Slurpee, but Jay's pitching his voice to carry, and it does, marvelously. ]
( julian's in the casino, because of course he is. where is he at? well.
he's around. trying to sift his through the crowds without losing all of his clothing. it's getting to be a pretty close call: his shirt is shredded, the fabric ends just above his ribcage, leaving everything below visible. his pants are now shorts, and - well. it's inconvenient, to say the least. but he's got things to do and places to go and so julian treks on.
up until there's a loud, high-pitched whistle and julian's raising his hands to cover his ears. ouch.
there's the call of his name, accented in a way that even if he hadn't recognized jay's voice he'd know who it was. there he is, that weird fucking winged nerd. julian could fly up, grab onto jay, and yank him out of here. but considering his state of undress, he - doesn't really want to.
instead, he raises a hand and telekinetically grabs onto jay, to drag him down towards where julian's at in the crowd. )
( the immediate irritation at having someone else in his head is going to be the first thing nate notices. but it's fine. well. it isn't fine, but he'll forgive it because, )
Asking first before fucking around in someone else's skull for one.
[Quentin could text Julian. Or literally just... go talk to him? They're in the same camp? But that would be an inefficient use of time, and Julian can die mad about it. At least Quentin has a good reason this time!]
/Nate's down. I'm leaving to get him and Summers when they come out of the portal. You coming with?/
( does quire have anything important to fill him in on, or is this more of a find out as they get their situation. usually, he might bitch about the means of communication, but he's - well. he's getting used to it now, and also this kind of situation did warrant reaching out quickly, so. )
( It's whatever o'clock in the middle of the night when Julian might start to feel his bed jolt a little. He'd been the one to suggest Nate take a room next to his โ had even gone about saying he'd set it up for him and all. He hadn't really claimed a room for himself thus far yet in the mansion โ hadn't really been all that sure if he wanted to stay here and, while he's still not always sure, he'd taken the other mutant up on the offer for the room, so. Maybe Julian should have expected this... or it's the price for rooming so close next to Nate Grey.
Physically, Nate's asleep. Mentally, his mind tumbles through what he'll come to find is a bad dream โ a nightmare โ as eyes rapidly move about beneath eyelids, lost within the images that feel so incredibly real to him, they practically bleed over into the waking world he sleeps within.
Again, Julian's bed jolts unexpectedly, but this time it's more forceful than the first jolt had been. So much so that it could almost completely knock him out of the bed if he's not careful or quick. The only clue with as to what might be causing such a thing is the fact that the wall on the other side making Nate's room is vibrating almost violently... if not the various things in his room floating around. )
it comes with the territory of being continuously blown up. of waking up one morning to screams, to living in temporary shelters while the x-men shuttled around the remaining few kids from xavier's. to being fucked to hell and back both by humankind and other mutants. he's woken up countless times from his own nightmares, and those shared by others from his generation while they tossed and turned and screamed through the pain of reliving countless traumatic incidents.
which means it doesn't take all that much for julian to wake up when things start shaking.
his bed jolts, and his eyes open at the same moment. for a brief period of time, julian thinks - maybe it was just a one off and he should leave it be. except it happens again but worse, and julian's rolling over while also catching his bed, fighting against nate's telekinetic hold to keep it from bouncing around too loudly. there's others in here, after all, and the last thing they need is everyone waking up.
instead, he rolls off his bed with an oof, and - exits his dorm room to make his way into the one next to him without bothering to put a shirt on. he's got pajama pants, that's good enough for now.
there's a few ways one can deal with someone having a nightmare. the worst way is one julian opts not to, because scaring the shit out of an omega level telepath-slash-telekinetic is not a good idea. so as soon as he's in the room, he walks quietly up to the side of nate's bed, and - presses a cold metal hand against the guy's shoulder, gently trying to rouse him out of his slumber. )
Hello. I don't believe we've met, but Quentin and Sophie have mentioned you before. 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?
you're not wrong, you know, but i've been less of a bitch. bitch lite. something something apparently people have boundaries and telepathy is actually really scary apparently and also something something privacy.
so, don't worry. i'm not gonna trigger the kid to throw up every time he gets a boner or anything.
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He should've left when they led him up to the wheel and made him spin it to gain entrance
The wheel has so many worse outcomes. Jay thinks he's gotten lucky. He's had beer before, even a few shots, but it never sticks. Better yet, he's the only one in the room who knows that he can't get drunk. This'll be a piece of cake.
Drunk plows through into him like a freight train, and it hasn't hit the breaks yet. With it comes its pals, overblown confidence and perceived invulnerability. ]
Anybody seen Julian Keller?
[ But no one pays him any mind. Nobody ever pays him any mind, and doesn't that just gall? He's tired of being the one to be there, to find people when they're upset, over and over again and then when he needs someone, they're never around.
Jay flies up over the heads of the crowd, up near the chandelier, and suddenly the sound of a bosun whistle piping attention and all hands on deck carries over everything. When the crowd below quiets, looking around to see what could've possibly made that awful whistle, Jay hollers into the silence. ]
Ah said, anybody seen Julian Keller?
[ Sure, he's given up on the General American dialect and his S sounds are slushier than a Slurpee, but Jay's pitching his voice to carry, and it does, marvelously. ]
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he's around. trying to sift his through the crowds without losing all of his clothing. it's getting to be a pretty close call: his shirt is shredded, the fabric ends just above his ribcage, leaving everything below visible. his pants are now shorts, and - well. it's inconvenient, to say the least. but he's got things to do and places to go and so julian treks on.
up until there's a loud, high-pitched whistle and julian's raising his hands to cover his ears. ouch.
there's the call of his name, accented in a way that even if he hadn't recognized jay's voice he'd know who it was. there he is, that weird fucking winged nerd. julian could fly up, grab onto jay, and yank him out of here. but considering his state of undress, he - doesn't really want to.
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Jesus, can you get any louder?!
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So what's the protocol for doing things around here when it comes to us mutants?
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Asking first before fucking around in someone else's skull for one.
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/Hey, quick question, could you do me a favor and beat me unconscious for like 30 minutes?/
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why can't anyone call him on their earpieces like they're supposed to. )
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We're headed out soon. Quentin and I have a connection sort of thing. Provided it holds when I'm on Solmara, I can keep in touch that way.
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Stay in one piece, OK?
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text - @fiveinone
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/Nate's down. I'm leaving to get him and Summers when they come out of the portal. You coming with?/
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( does quire have anything important to fill him in on, or is this more of a find out as they get their situation. usually, he might bitch about the means of communication, but he's - well. he's getting used to it now, and also this kind of situation did warrant reaching out quickly, so. )
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the one telepath who texts @fiveinone
i think you speedran extra slim's aging with knowledge. maybe next time leave the great reveals for him to me, how's that?
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text. un: nate
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๐๏ธ๐ซ
Physically, Nate's asleep. Mentally, his mind tumbles through what he'll come to find is a bad dream โ a nightmare โ as eyes rapidly move about beneath eyelids, lost within the images that feel so incredibly real to him, they practically bleed over into the waking world he sleeps within.
Again, Julian's bed jolts unexpectedly, but this time it's more forceful than the first jolt had been. So much so that it could almost completely knock him out of the bed if he's not careful or quick. The only clue with as to what might be causing such a thing is the fact that the wall on the other side making Nate's room is vibrating almost violently... if not the various things in his room floating around. )
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it comes with the territory of being continuously blown up. of waking up one morning to screams, to living in temporary shelters while the x-men shuttled around the remaining few kids from xavier's. to being fucked to hell and back both by humankind and other mutants. he's woken up countless times from his own nightmares, and those shared by others from his generation while they tossed and turned and screamed through the pain of reliving countless traumatic incidents.
which means it doesn't take all that much for julian to wake up when things start shaking.
his bed jolts, and his eyes open at the same moment. for a brief period of time, julian thinks - maybe it was just a one off and he should leave it be. except it happens again but worse, and julian's rolling over while also catching his bed, fighting against nate's telekinetic hold to keep it from bouncing around too loudly. there's others in here, after all, and the last thing they need is everyone waking up.
instead, he rolls off his bed with an oof, and - exits his dorm room to make his way into the one next to him without bothering to put a shirt on. he's got pajama pants, that's good enough for now.
there's a few ways one can deal with someone having a nightmare. the worst way is one julian opts not to, because scaring the shit out of an omega level telepath-slash-telekinetic is not a good idea. so as soon as he's in the room, he walks quietly up to the side of nate's bed, and - presses a cold metal hand against the guy's shoulder, gently trying to rouse him out of his slumber. )
Nate.
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un: @justsophie
jules i'm fucking bored.
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@jaycetalis | text (timey-wimey date/time) โ @HELLION
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What abilities do you have?
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text. un: nate
Cable's gone.
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Sorry
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so, don't worry. i'm not gonna trigger the kid to throw up every time he gets a boner or anything.
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You're fine. I just don't want to start shit.
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lend me your tk? and your delicious self?
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What are you getting up to?
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How big is it
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