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[no_rose_tint]

"Good evening, Taxon."

Scott looks calm as he talks, assured of himself. "There's a lot of rumour of problems in the city at the moment. I just wanted to remind everyone of the offer from Charles and those of us living at this Mansion.

"You are welcome here and you safe here. We will protect you if you feel threatened. We can give you a bed to sleep in and food if you need it. We specialised in helping people who pose an uncommon threat without meaning to and we will never let anyone be hurt while under our protection."

He lifts his head slightly. "We're here and you're always welcome, day or night."

The transmission will cut, but the map will briefly flash to show everyone which building is in question, the Westchester mansion in Osten.

Comments

[genequeen]

"I believe that the witch is possessing DG. It seems that the last time this happened she and her sister accidentally set her free. It took an eclipse and the magic of both sisters to get the evil witch out of her head." Madelyne's hands press down on the windowsill, her knuckles white with pressured tension.

"I've talked to a few people about it."

[no_rose_tint]

"All right." That's a start. "What makes her evil? Do you know what actual threat she poses?"

[genequeen]

"She has strong magic and will be inclined toward taking over and ruling everyone using that magic however she feels she needs to do it. The whole evil dictator I know better than everyone and I can prove it with my power, thing."

Tilting her head forward, her hair slides over her shoulders, hiding her face from Scott, "And there was mentioned of some sort of flying monkeys."

[no_rose_tint]

"I hate magic."

He inhales slowly. "Flying monkeys we can handle. I don't know about a powerful witch hell bent on domination. I mean, we've handled worse, but we're a bit limited in here."

[genequeen]

"In numbers, sure, but not skills."

Madelyne turns to look at Scott, a strained look on her face that she's trying to keep hidden. "The people from her world are putting together a plan. Besides, we've got me. I'm at least an evil witch, right?"

She actually said that, didn't she? Ah well.

[no_rose_tint]

"You're not an evil witch, Maddie." He frowns slightly. "Don't say that about yourself. What happened wasn't your fault and I'll keep telling you that until you believe it."

[genequeen]

"Well, I hope you're prepared to say it often and for a long time. Maybe you should record it." Madelyne looks down at the windowsill and then out the window.

"We can handle this, Scott."

[no_rose_tint]

He gives a small snort of amusement and looks back to the window. "I suspect they can handle it perfectly well without me getting involved."

[genequeen]

A laugh! Or, well, sort of a laugh. It was a small something that generally indicated amusement. "We'll see how it goes. We can plan but really, unless they come here and try to take us, we just won't know."

"I hope Glitch is okay."

[no_rose_tint]

"The worst mistake she will ever make is trying to take this place."

He might not be in a position to attack, but he was very good at fortifying as well and this place was going to become a safe house against anything.

[genequeen]

Reaching out, she lightly touches his arm, giving him a smile, "I have no doubts about you or our ability to hold the mansion."

[no_rose_tint]

"You should. I can hold an offensive line, but you and Charles are the real protection, two powerful telepaths. I'm only as useful as my ability to not be controlled by her."

[genequeen]

"Charles is a much more accomplished telepath than I am. Well, when he's not a ten year old, at any rate. Still, I do believe that we can hold this place. I could drop a car on her - if there were any cars around to grab."

She leans forward to look a little further out the windows.

[no_rose_tint]

"Point remains."

He clasps his hands behind his back again.

[genequeen]

"We're solid together, Scott. Right now, we're a solid front. I firmly believe that we would be far too large of an investment of resources to defeat."

Turning, she looks out of the room, "The tea kettle is whistling. I'll be right back."

[no_rose_tint]

"I'm pretty sure we would be." A lot of trouble for little gain. He nods as she leaves, hands tensing and loosening again.

The inactivity is going to kill him, he knows it.

[genequeen]

When she comes back, she's followed by a tea tray. It hovers smoothly along behind her, ringed in lambent green flame. He said he didn't want anything but she's obviously made more than she's going to eat by herself.

And there are two cups and saucers next to the teapot. As she comes to a stop, she pours herself some tea, still not using her hands for any of it. "Other than the witch and the aliens, the biggest problem is that you're not constantly under some sort of threat, isn't it?"

She remembers when Storm had to force Scott to step down from leadership.

[no_rose_tint]

Scott glances briefly when she enters but focuses his attention back outside. "I don't like the inactivity. I suspect even the danger is fabricated, controlled for the amusement and study of the aliens keeping us here. I don't know what I'm meant to do."

Which is a yes.

[genequeen]

"I could come up with a few suggestions but I don't think you'd appreciate most of them." She might just be smirking behind that cup as she's bringing it up to sip. After a moment, she drops another sugar cube into her cup.

"I must say, though, that I have no doubt that you will find a cause."

[no_rose_tint]

"Relax, take a holiday and nothing are not valid options. Two of them involve inactivity and holidays are hard to take when you're trapped in an alien city."

He turns around, folding his arms over his chest and leaning against the windowsill. "What do people do with all this spare time?"

[genequeen]

"Pick up hobbies or sports. Take over small countries, perhaps." The tea in her cup swirls around as she placed it on an also floating saucer. Picking up a small tea sandwich, she takes a bite thoughtfully before replaying further.

"I'm sure there has to be something that you could focus on here."

[no_rose_tint]

"There's no small country to take over here." He shifts uncomfortably. "I need a job. I'm not sure what I could do here though."

[genequeen]

"No, there isn't. This place is the small country, if you want to look at it that way." Madelyne finishes off the sandwich and takes a sip of the tea as it is starting to cool a bit.

"I am sure that everyone here needs protection from the mishaps around here. There are a lot of them. And I'm sure there are others who feel the same way."

[no_rose_tint]

"I don't know, dictator seems like a lot of effort for not much at all." He closes his eyes, sliding off his glasses to press the balls of his hands to his eyes. "Emergency response unit?"

[genequeen]

"It would be something - having a rotational list of people who could respond to different situations depending on what ended up happening, right?"

Madelyne is trying to help by coming up with realistic ideas for him to enact. "Can I help?" She's asking about the glasses and holding back him power for a bit. Maybe let him let go of control for a little bit of time.