Testing, testing!~ [action post set in Mayfield]

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[ Charles was someone who adjusted easily to most situations, but this wasn't what he would call most situations. He didn't have his powers, his clothing, or anything that would really be of much use of him when he arrived. He didn't even get his own chair when he arrived, which complicated things. Still, he treated it like most things - something that he could overcome, and that would definitely get better.

And now that the the work-day had ended, he decided to visit the library. There was something soothing about being outside. He hadn't yet visited, and he figured it would be a good chance for him to find things to keep himself busy when he was having trouble sleeping at night or there were breaks in his schedule.

He could even stop at the bakery on the way home, pick up something to eat after dinner. ]

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[ Erik wasn't that different from Charles with regard to adapting. Adapting is what helped him survive for most his life. Prisons -- since that what this was -- were just an obstacle to overcome on the path to Erik's ultimate goal. If anything, his life taught him a measure of patience. Patience yielded success with Shaw, it would do so for this, as well.

Living such a mundane life though, so utterly, unremarkably human, troubled him. Without his ability, he felt like a man without sight. A day with replacement family he didn't choose, in a home that wasn't his, working a dull, job day after day, Erik knew a lesser man than he could go mad. Not him, though. No, he'd faced worse torments than this.

Some small part of him wondered if this was what most people aspired to, this sort of repetitive mediocre of a domestic life. He wondered if real husbands and wives faked it and played nicely like he did, wondered if all those baseline, normal humans spent their days daydreaming and imaging themselves some Heculean hero, like he did. Well, at least the job gave him something to do with his time.

Today found him nearing the familiar sight of the library. Research, information, those were the keys to getting out of a prison. Clues were hidden in details, in minutiae. If there were any to be found, Erik was certain his steady, thorough search would find them. He would take everything he could from this place and give as little of himself as he could.

Whatever plotting rolled through his mind came to swift and screeching halt when the too familiar face came into view. Surely he was imagining it. Then again, he'd heard the man was wheelchair-bound (thanks to him). It figures even in this suburban nightmare, Charles would be there to torment him. Rather than show his pang of guilt, Erik approached like an old friend. ]

Charles Xavier. What a surprise.