text | ❝ i left my body lying somewhere in the sands of time ❞

[quickfingers]

So, space. The Final Frontier. Astonishing.

Also unexpected. I take it none of us signed up for this though so I won't bitch. Much.

Anyway, I have a series of questions not ranked by importance:

1. Where are the aliens? The gross tentacley ones from tv.
2. Are WE the aliens here? Gasp. The turn around.
3. Capri Sun? Tang? Tab? Any of these available?

This isn't a Soylent Green kinda place right? Lie to me if you have to. Thx.

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Cairo happened?

SON

[welcomeprofessor]

A fascinating rendition of what must have been some spectacular accident.

DAD?

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[He pauses because - well, this is confusing. And he's not so sure if Charles is asking specifics on account of not having seen it first hand, or maybe there's some weird timeline at play again? It's weird and he doesn't want to bluntly ask. But his Tact Skill isn't exactly high either.]

Apocalypse did snap my leg pretty brutally, man. Can't say it felt spectacular but maybe it was cool to watch in a morbid, messed up kinda way.

U R DOING ME A FRIGHTEN

[welcomeprofessor]

[ He stares at this for a long time. Minutes, even. The residual horror of it makes him cringe and recoil, even if it's been years since he'd even had feeling in his legs to worry about in any sort of similar context. It's the sort of thing that makes him ill to consider and doubly so when...damn it, this is something he should have prevented too, isn't it?

(It must why no one will talk about it.) ]

I assure you that would have been in no way "cool to watch."

[ But for God's sake, what had he even been doing fighting Apocalypse to start with? WHY WAS NO ONE AT HOME? ]

What were you doing in Cairo?

A FRIGHTEN, A STARTLE?

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[Woooooo, okay? Unexpected response prompts Peter to seek advice on how to handle this before proceeding.]

If I say sight-seeing, would you buy that for an answer?

A SPOOK

[welcomeprofessor]

Was this a field trip I don't remember planning?

[ I.E.: No, not really. ]

NOT A SPOOK!

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. . . Maybe?

[welcomeprofessor]

And you think the foster system and/or trust fund parents are going to let me drag their kids out to Egypt on what, a whim?

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I seem to fondly recall you taking me to the Pentagon when I was seventeen and not caring about parental permission then, Prof.

[welcomeprofessor]

A lapse of reason I do not typically find it prudent to repeat.

[quickfingers]

Right? Okay, cool. Good talk, Professor!