10 October 2013 @ 02:51 pm
[the video is a bit shaky because - well, it’s moving from one person to another. someone gruffly says,]

You do it.

[there is a rough, hurried sort of whisper from someone trying to be quiet but at the same time understandably frustrated.] Me? What on earth am I supposed to say?

I don’t know, Charles. I’ve spent the last few hours talking to people, I’m tired. Say something. Anything. [pause] Not …. regular things. [he looks at charles, expecting him to understand this just by looking. but when he doesn’t register a word, erik repeats, rather impatiently,] Things.

[the english voice again:] Oh, because I haven’t? For heaven’s sake - give it here - [and the video finally focuses on the man in the cardigan]

Uh - hello. My name is Charles Xavier and this is my - [a pause. they’ve only just met for the first time after the cuban crisis and while he agrees that they should put that aside to deal with the immediate crisis, yes okay, god - well. things.] - my associate, Erik Lehnsherr. Who some of you may have already met. As well as myself. And we would like to -

-- we? [wait. there’s something more offensive - ] Associate?

Look, you said I was to do the talking, I get to do the talking my way.

Yes, but - [slight growling.] We agreed.

I’m trying to sound professional. Will you just - [hushed whispering again] - yes I know what we agreed, but this is hardly the time to bring me to task over terminology.

That’s not what I’m doing. [and then - ] Fine.

[charles looks somewhat remorseful and returns to the video.] As I was saying, I’m Charles and this is my friend, Erik. [he is looking at this video camera with the most deadpan look he can manage despite thinking he sounds like a seven-year-old.] We come from the planet Earth in the year nineteen-sixty-two, for what that’s worth to anyone. And while we’re up to speed on the situation at hand, we - [turning to erik - erik turns the camera away again] - what do we want? I mean obviously we want to make sure we haven’t managed to miss anyone we know from home.

[erik is quiet for a bit, considering, and then he turns the camera to him and says,] We would very much like to talk to those who are familiar with our names and our work. [in a hushed tone to charles:] I don’t know if ‘work’ is the right word. But -- well --

No, work...works. Um. Oh! If there’s any more information on our new location, whether personal or from a third source --

-- I can tell you about that. [annoyed.]

You’ve been here all of five minutes, I was thinking more along the lines of a history book.

I’ve been around. [an annoyed huff.] I can tell you things. [wait, that’s not very eloquent.] I’d be glad to accompany you to the library. [THERE.]

Well. Thank you. And if anyone else out there has recommended reading or would simply like to say hello, then feel free. We’re - [oh no it’s too late and rude to switch to singular pronouns and let’s face it the next part is a blatant lie] - friendly. [he didn’t use ‘very’ on your behalf, asgard.]

[erik, on the background, looks like he was about to say something to that again, but decides not to. he turns the feed off.]



ooc; erik and charles will reply. rather slowly. BUT WE'RE HERE, WE PROMISE
 
 
06 October 2013 @ 07:09 pm
[ When the feed clicks on, there is a face tilted very close to the feed, peering in too close to make sure it's working. He pulls back with a bright grin and shouts over his shoulder. ]

Mimir, Mimir! Look what Little Loki made, isn't this great? Come say hello to our Travellers!

[ Another man - Mimir - gives a soft huff offscreen before coming over and sitting beside the first. His expression is much more calm and composed, but he still effects a polite enough smile while the other slips away from the screen. ]

Hello, Travellers. Please forgive Honir's excitement. It's been a very long time since either of us have been to our home here in Asgard, and- [ - Mimir stops with a startled ah as hands appear over his head, snapping a pair of cat ears across his hair. Honir pops his head over Mimir's shoulder, wearing his own pair of mouse ears. ]

Now we're a pair, see?

Honir ...

I want to see you dressed up too, Asgard! [ His excitement dims just a little to something more somber, but still sweet. ] We know things have been hard lately, and I'm sorry we weren't here to help. So for the next few days, we're going to honour you guys as the heroes you are with a festival in the castle courtyard. Come shake off the Ice Queen's nasty influence with a bit of fun with us tomorrow!

[ Mimir starts to speak again, just as Honir grins cheekily and lifts his hand to scritch behind the furry cat ears. With a resigned sigh that is only about sixty percent authentic, he concludes: ]

We look forward to seeing all of you out there.

[ OOC: This is the IC kick-off to the October festival! Details on the event can be found here and the log will go up on the 8th! ]
 
 
 
 
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