Second transmission; video

[frankensteinian]

[Some of the residents of these strange planets may recognize the building visible in the background when the video turns on: the X-mansion, at one point intended to be a boarding school but a little short of that vision right now. Those who don't know specifically what it is will just see that it is a very large house (seriously, Charles, who needs that much house?) surrounded by grass and trees.

Look who's venturing out onto the network again. Good for him.]

It seems to me that what this place could benefit from is some self-defense classes. Just in case anyone ever has a need to defend themselves.

[Or finds themselves in an arena again. You never know.]

There's plenty of space in the basement for just that. There are no regular class times yet, so if you're interested in learning, let me know.

[For a fee, of course. He has to afford food somehow.

Then he adds, almost as an afterthought:]

There's regular classroom space too, if anyone has a subject they're interested in teaching.

Comments

[coercive]

Yes. You are both old men.

But I think that you could help me with my training. We could spar maybe?

[frankensteinian]

[Excuse you. He is not as old as Logan, thank you very much.]

We could do that. You never know when you might need to defend yourself.

[coercive]

I want to protect people like Jean and Nill. They should be safe.

I will keep you safe too.

[frankensteinian]

[There's a long pause after that statement.]

You don't -- I can -- keep myself safe.

[But it means a lot to him anyway.]

[coercive]

You can keep yourself safe against metal things. I can fight all the other things.

[frankensteinian]

Okay. You can fight all the other things.

[coercive]

[See? When people tell her things she wants to hear and let her do the things she wants to do, she's appeased and just smiles contently.]

I think you will be a good teacher.

[frankensteinian]

I haven't taught this before. I don't know how it will work.

[coercive]

You will work better than the men who taught me.

[frankensteinian]

I can do that much, at least.