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[beknight]

While we don't yet fully understand the process, over the past few months it's become clear that any of us could return to stasis at any time. In some cases, more than once. And while I'm sure we all have family and friends from our worlds we hope to see — sooner rather than later — those of our acquaintances from the many others represented here shouldn't be remembered as just faces in those pods.

I think it's well past time we organised ourselves a little to keep track, if only to expedite that process for all of us. To that effect, I've set up a noticeboard for refugee use.

​​​​[ GPS ping to an area on Thesa Station, the corridor leading to the mess hall. He’s already put up photographs of Charles Xavier, Kara Danvers, Kate Bishop. ]

I'd appreciate any names you had to offer.

​​​​[ bye charles :C ]

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[beknight]

I couldn't tell you.

[ The psychology of gods is beyond him. He knows better than to assume they're subject to any kind of human logic. ]

But you can talk to them. I asked a favour recently.

[wondie]

Is that so?

( she doesn't say it explicitly, but her tone makes it obvious: what sort of favor? )

[beknight]

I asked for the ability to resist outside control.

They granted it — although, [ wry, ] it'd be hard to test.

[ Charles is asleep. ]

[wondie]

Ah. I remember you mentioning that.

( she hasn't followed his advice to ask for the same, yet... though she may soon. )

[beknight]

[ She should, but he's already made his case. ]

I'll let you know if it has hiccups.

[wondie]

I know you will.

( in the meantime, she should........ prob get on that, tbh )