[ A letter is delivered shortly after this network post goes live. This could have been a text or a telepathic check-in, but Charles obviously thought this merited a bit of pomp and ceremony: the letter is exquiste stationary, thick paper, blue wax seal, and Charles' own elegant cursive. ]
Dear Hank,
As we find ourselves stranded in this bizarre world, Erik and I have come to an agreement. You may not know this, but in his future, he was responsible for building an island nation for mutants called Genosha -- it was a place of peace, separate from humans, given to mutants by the government. We both found ourselves with little to do here, and so, wanting to continue some semblance of what we had built in our own world, we decided to build something like that here: a farm, but also a training grounds, a safe haven, and a place of teaching for those who need it.
It goes without saying that I would welcome your experience and your presence, in whatever capacity you would like to contribute -- whether farming, teaching, or training.
I know that you have mixed feelings about Erik right now, and you can hardly be blamed. I would encourage you to speak to him. He is a very different man than the man he was in our time; his experiences have shaped him enormously. I now truly believe that he wants nothing but peace.
Please, feel free to respond to this via Leaf, letter, or telepathically.
[ Hank had seen Erik and Charles' post on GEIS. He'd not had a chance to respond, as he had been out in town when he saw it. But when he comes back to his room in the Autumn Court tower and finds a letter from Charles waiting for him, he knows he ought to come up with some kind of reply.
It's been some time, from Hank's perspective, since he could reliably be confident in the knowledge that if he aimed his thoughts in Charles' direction, that they would be picked up on and heard. But he's relatively sure that Charles might be waiting for that kind of thing. So he sits down on the edge of his bed, letter in hand, and thinks with purpose and direction. The thoughts are less words and more intentions— agreement, that building a safe haven for mutants and people like them is a good idea, and a promise to help in whatever capacity is needed from him. And, just in case Charles is either far enough away or distracted enough not to hear Hank's thoughts, he follows it up by getting out his Leaf and sending a text. ]
I'm on board. However I can be of help: training, teaching, or building.
[ He pauses, thumb hovering over the keyboard before he hits send on this next part. ]
[ Charles does get the telepathic message, but he replies via Leaf anyway. (Yes, the technology constantly delights him. He can't leave the damned thing alone.) ]
Excellent. I doubt we'll be setting up a full school schedule right away, because frankly we don't know if there are enough potential students. But there are at least a few people who have expressed interest in being tutored in some basic subjects.
As for training, there are indeed more people who have expressed interest in a space to learn to help control their powers. That, and the farming, would likely be the primary purposes of the haven, at least initially.
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via letter;
Dear Hank,
As we find ourselves stranded in this bizarre world, Erik and I have come to an agreement. You may not know this, but in his future, he was responsible for building an island nation for mutants called Genosha -- it was a place of peace, separate from humans, given to mutants by the government. We both found ourselves with little to do here, and so, wanting to continue some semblance of what we had built in our own world, we decided to build something like that here: a farm, but also a training grounds, a safe haven, and a place of teaching for those who need it.
It goes without saying that I would welcome your experience and your presence, in whatever capacity you would like to contribute -- whether farming, teaching, or training.
I know that you have mixed feelings about Erik right now, and you can hardly be blamed. I would encourage you to speak to him. He is a very different man than the man he was in our time; his experiences have shaped him enormously. I now truly believe that he wants nothing but peace.
Please, feel free to respond to this via Leaf, letter, or telepathically.
Warm regards,
Charles Xavier
telepathic/Leaf text response;
It's been some time, from Hank's perspective, since he could reliably be confident in the knowledge that if he aimed his thoughts in Charles' direction, that they would be picked up on and heard. But he's relatively sure that Charles might be waiting for that kind of thing. So he sits down on the edge of his bed, letter in hand, and thinks with purpose and direction. The thoughts are less words and more intentions— agreement, that building a safe haven for mutants and people like them is a good idea, and a promise to help in whatever capacity is needed from him. And, just in case Charles is either far enough away or distracted enough not to hear Hank's thoughts, he follows it up by getting out his Leaf and sending a text. ]
I'm on board. However I can be of help: training, teaching, or building.
[ He pauses, thumb hovering over the keyboard before he hits send on this next part. ]
And, I'll talk to Erik.
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Excellent. I doubt we'll be setting up a full school schedule right away, because frankly we don't know if there are enough potential students. But there are at least a few people who have expressed interest in being tutored in some basic subjects.
As for training, there are indeed more people who have expressed interest in a space to learn to help control their powers. That, and the farming, would likely be the primary purposes of the haven, at least initially.