| Opening Log

[shadowqueen]

Everyone's waking up at once, covered in bits of rubble, temporarily without abilities and with a lurking headache. The castle looms around them, irrepressibly gray, huge and silent. The only noises are the people, rustling as they extract themselves from their sarcophagi and look for exits along the arching walkways.

Better take a look around, and see if anyone else knows what's going on.

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[sagacity]

So that's why. I thought it could have been the work of some external force . . . but a mutant, huh. If you don't mind sharing, what exactly does it mean to be one? I can't say I've ever heard that term being used this way for a person before.

[permutant]

[she huffs, a half-laugh. this is getting surreal. people are from another world entirely, huh. sure, the world doesn't know about true mutants yet where she's from, but most people at least use the word for minor mutations.]

My brother would be a lot better at this than I am, but it's like there's... something different in your genes? You're just born differently. It's normally a different hair colour, or blue eyes or something, I just have a... an accelerated mutation, I guess. Charles wrote his thesis about it; he says we're "the next stage in human evolution". [she says it in a mocking tone, grinning. but thinking of Charles - of him not being here and... everything back at home that was so important, that she's missing and she's letting them all down - makes the grin fade a second later, and she clears her throat.] That's what it is. Like a new species that just branched off from humans.

[sagacity]

The next stage in human evolution . . .

[admittedly, he isn't one for science, but he can understand this watered down explanation well enough, though he doesn't get how different hair color can attribute to a "mutation." hmm. nodding, he says more to himself aloud:] But despite the differences in your genes, you're still human.

[he folds his arms together.] I think I get it. Thanks for the overview.

[permutant]

[she laughs again and looks down.] I don't think anyone considers us as "humans" any more. Charles says it's like the difference between cavemen and modern humans. They're homo sapiens, but we're... homo superior, I think.

It's okay. I still don't get it, and I've lived with the guy who writes about it for twelve years.

[sagacity]

[he lets out an "ahh" and nods along. to Serge, that's still human, but he can get where this Charles is coming from. sort of.]

Hey, it happens. Sometimes you just live with people who talk like they're speaking another language entirely. [said with good humor, of course.]

[permutant]

I figure any science is like that. But at least it means if I start talking about totally normal things, he has no idea what I'm saying. The misunderstandings aren't always one-sided. [she laughs - bitter though she may be about Charles' social incompetence, that doesn't mean she can't just make fun of it every now and then.]

[sagacity]

Different interests, huh. But you sound okay with that. [in a way, though, the differences are probably endearing. no one said being clueless about another's mindset was a bad thing.]

[permutant]

[she shrugs.]

It's not that bad. There are some things I hate about him, but... He's my brother, you know?

[sagacity]

[he smiles -- not the sloppy smirk he's been giving up until now, but a more natural smile.]

Yeah. I know. And siblings are important, so good for you.