Check it out, I have a new roommate! I'm not sure what happened to the old one, though. Poor guy. He seemed really nice. I wonder why everyone was after him?

Anyway uh... hey, roomie? I'm pretty sure you dropped this bell. It's small, got a skull on it, kind of creepy-looking... I mean, I saw it on the floor outside our apartment, so I'm guessing it's yours.

You wouldn't mind if I played with it or anything, would you? I won't break it!

Extraordinary.

[When the video first clicks on, Charles's face is far too close to the camera. He pulls back a little, turning the device in his hands before propping it up against something, a delighted grin evident on his face.]

Hello! My name is Charles Xavier. I understand this impressive device is, in actuality a sophisticated communications device. I'm afraid this is all quite new to me, and to be perfectly honest I'd like it to stay new; there's a missile crisis I'm supposed to be averting right now and oh this is on, isn't it?

—ah but I do ramble on. Where was I? Oh, yes, of course. Fantastic technology, I really must say. The miniature camera inside this in particular is- [a vivid smile at the very idea of it, though he clears his throat and recomposes himself in fairly short order.] -well. There will be time for that later.

When I arrived on this island I was informed my life up until this point has been fiction. Incredible notion. It's certainly an... interesting idea. [He would be far less displeased about this if he hadn't been pulled out of his universe just as WWIII was about to begin..]

Well! To the point. They made it very clear that no one can leave until they have adjusted to, I believe the word choice was, 'real life'. [He leans forward and focuses on the camera, eyes bright]

I will freely admit I am ridiculously curious about all this 'other worlds' business. To that end, I was hoping to... take a kind of survey, if you will. Of the worlds we all came from, what knowledge, skills, or-

-Abilities everyone has brought with them from their worlds. I find the entire subject of this matter to be intensely interesting. I look forward to speaking with you all, very much.

Oh, before I go, two more things. Could someone direct me to East 204 Dormitory?

And after that, the nearest pub.

Alright everyone. Remember The Nancing Phony? The one that hulking dwarf Varric ran before he disappeared? (Excuse me, I mean, "was released".) I kind of inherited it, and thanks to some fine legal work by Mr. Edgeworth, we can open for business.

So. Come on in. Bar is open sundown to sunrise. And Edgeworth-- your drinks are on me.

WHO: neotelepath, (nicevampireguy ) and anyone smart enough to come and party with the charming telepath :D
WHAT: Charles decides to check out the bar scene in New Moore.
WHEN: Wednesday Evening/Night (Oct 12)
WHERE: That one bar whose name escapes me (Nancing Phony)
Warnings: Disorderly Conduct and sickening amounts of optimism. Also alcohol in copious amounts

( It may have been in poor tastes to spend his first night in a strange city in the nearest bar he could find... )