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[notmarieanymore]

[A young woman appears on the screen, she’s pale, but the most striking feature about her would have to be the white streaks that frame her face, standing out in contrast from her otherwise brown hair. She gives a half-smile, and holds up a gloved hand in greeting.

When she speaks, her accent is a soft Southern, with a few New York quirks. She's lived there long enough to pick up a few vocal ticks.]

Hey, ya’ll. This is some nifty technology, ain't it? [Whew, ice broken.]

So I know some of everyone here happens to be from the same… worlds, I guess? Universe? So I just thought I’d ask… Does the letter X mean anything to you?

[She doesn’t want to come right out and announce to the whole place that she’s part of a group of mutants that sometimes go out and superhero. She doesn’t know what sort of people are here, what their prejudices might be. It’d be really stupid to come out and tell everyone she kills people when she touches them. That’d be a fast way to get herself airlocked, and she’d rather not experience that, thanks.

BUT if there are people here who are like her? She's not holding her breath for anyone she knows knows, but it'd be good to have a potential ally, should things go South.]

If it doesn't, no worries. I look forward to meeting ya'll. [There. She's putting herself out there. Logan would be so proud.]

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[welcomeprofessor]

Professed by a wiser man than myself, I'm sure.

[ It is a strange thing to be remembered as so much older, so much more competent than he is now, and yet flounder so completely. He has a fleeting thought, one brought on by a movie Jean had dragged him to a few years ago: there is no try.

He isn't sure how much he believes that, when every effort, he still believes, is worth making. It's pushed back away as soon as it occurs. ]

But whatever can be done, Rogue, I shall give you my utmost.

[ And maybe that will not be good enough. It never feels like enough. But determining this problem unsolvable before he's attempted it? It's not just a failure, it's a slap in the face (an offense not menat to any student, whether he's just met them or not. ]

[notmarieanymore]

Still the same man, though, right? [She's got so much baggage that she's bringing into their relationship with regards to the Professor. She knew his older self, knew that he had died. That wasn't hers to tell him, though.

Not yet, anyway.

But he wants to try, so she'll let him try. Maybe he can help her out. Maybe they'll figure it out and she can go back with complete and total control over her powers and wouldn't that be amazing?]

Alright. I mean, if it doesn't work... [She knew what she had to do. But she shrugs that topic off, not exactly eager to get into it on an open network.] Well, don't hurt to try. We can get together later in the week, maybe? I can tell you the nitty gritty. [She didn't doubt he'd want to see her powers in action for himself.]

[welcomeprofessor]

[ Baggage in his relationships is not remotely new, and takes that sentiment in stride. She wouldn't be the first one to know things he doesn't, to remember a future that may not even be the same one. (He's not even sure they'll ever parse out which universe is properly which. It doesn't matter. People do.) ]

At your convenience. I'll pencil it in.

[notmarieanymore]

Sure. Uhm- Space Tuesday? How does that sound?

[Seriously, how did you tell time in space]

[welcomeprofessor]

[ Practice. A lot of it. ]

I'll make sure to have the schedule clear. We can meet in the makeshift classroom space, if that works for you?

[ It's the closest thing he's had to an office since the house was last destroyed (a terrible commonality, one he hasn't quite yet learned). ]

[notmarieanymore]

That sounds great. I'm sure I'll have found it by then.

[She smirks- she'd really love a map when it came to getting around Agavi.]