entranceway | 2 \\ In my head, I see you all over me (video/action)

[ MYSTIQUE HAS HAD IT OFFICIALLY.

When her scaly blue face shows up on the feed, it's clear something's up. Her normal cool, calm demeanor is gone, and her usually perfectly-coiffed hair is sticking out in a few places. She's somewhere outside, having abandoned her room a long time ago. She is livid, and has been for a very long time.

If there's one thing Mystique knows, it's when someone's in her head. And someone's been in her goddamn head since yesterday. A few minutes, she can tolerate. She'll let it go. Maybe snap some necks for it, but she'll move on with her life. But hours upon hours of it? Unrelenting? Nothing but sadness and regret and so many other annoying emotions? Being forced to relive a memory she'd thought been forever buried has definitely done nothing to help her mood, so with this on top, she is not having it.

She breathes hard, teeth bared. ]

I know one of you is in my head. I don't know why, but I'm giving you ten minutes to get out. That should be enough time to give you a head start before I find you.

[ Whoever you are, she will look for you, she will find you, and she will kill you. Figuratively. Literally, if she can get away with it. ]

Your time starts now.

[ The feed cuts off, and she storms into the mansion. Mystique is going on a rampage, covering every corner until she finds her victim. Maybe you see her tearing through a hallway. Perhaps you hear her yelling in rage from inside your room. If you're unlucky and your door's unlocked, maybe she'll burst in uninvited!

Laugh at her on the network, run from her, direct her to a scapegoat. Whatever! Point is, she's starting from the bottom and working her way up until this torment ends.

Nice knowing you, head invader. ]

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[ Ugh! Why is everyone being so goddamn reasonable about this? You let one telepath in, they all want to follow! They're like dominoes!

Tch. They all better hope Charles never shows up. Then they won't be so complacent. ]

I don't care about who did this. I care about who's in my head! [ There's the distinct sound of something shattering in the background. ] It's not a waste of time if I can get them out.

[ There's another crash and a growl. She just got a particularly strong burst of her intruder's emotions in her head. ]

I know it's someone in this hell of a mansion!

[ So, uh. Fie on your empty room plans, Gabriel. ]

[A pause to mull this over. Right. He nearly forgot about the empathic bond, not that he didn't remember being connected to Michael again, but it hadn't crossed his mind about why it was that way and if it could be affecting everyone in the mansion.]

You mean the connection you're feeling to someone else here? I doubt they want to be in your head. They probably didn't have a choice in the matter all things considered. And I doubt you can remove them until it's over and done with you.

[ She rolls her eyes, and the exasperation's highly apparent in her voice when she answers him. Gabe, she likes you, but you're being really stupid right now. ]

Can't be in my head if they're dead, can they? We all have a few deaths to work with. Surely one less won't hurt them.

[No, in a way he's using her. Because there are a handful of Marvel Superheroes that seem to think he's a violent asshole (they're not really wrong but hey). So he's at least making an effort to point out whoever she'd kill would be entirely innocent.]

They're there against their will. Just as you are in theirs.

[He shrugs.]

We have no idea how long this event will last, you could kill them, but they'll only come back in 24 hours or so. You don't know that that will put a stop to anything. It's simply a waste of your time.

[ Mystique mutters darkly, begrudgingly listening to his reason. For now, anyway. ]

You're taking this incredibly well. It's annoying. Guess you're not used to people getting into your head when they don't belong.

[ Huff. ] I suppose I'll take you up on your initial offer now.

[A small scoff.]

I'm only used to one person being able to feel as I do and feeling as he does... and I just so happened to get lucky enough to be bonded to him for this.

[He would say more but he's not about to get sentimental in front of Mystique. She may think him weak.]

I'm on the 9th floor, if you wish to join me.

[ It's a good thing he can't see her face, because her scowl's pretty big. ] I question your definition of lucky.

[ Siiigh. ] I'll be up there shortly.

[ True to her word, she shows up about five minutes later. In the interim, she's made herself a bit more presentable, which...basically meant putting her hair back into place. She's just as concerned with coming off as weak as he is. ]

Don't stay in one place, do you?

[A half smile.] Yes, well, it was my Twin. And our bond was severed a long time ago.

[He waits in the hall and when she approaches him he'll smile all the same. He opens the door to an unclaimed room.]

I tend to get around. I get bored in one spot for too long, at least in this place.

Guess we all have to find some way to entertain ourselves.

[ She lets out a small "hmph!" and enters the room ahead of him with her chin raised loftily. She's got some more bitching to do, so she decides to continue their previous conversation. Mystique perches on the bed, arms crossed tightly across her chest. ]

How could you possibly be able to stand someone else in your head? Even for a moment?

Michael and I were born with a similar bond, so it's not something unusual or uncomfortable for me. Were it anyone else I'd probably think differently.

[He closes the door behind them and takes a seat near by in an arm chair. The room is bare for the most part, only given the essentials, like walking into a cheap motel room.]

Then you're lucky it was only that. The person I know who loves to butt into people's heads? He could convince you to go for a swim and make you take a dive into lava if he wanted to. [ Her nostrils flare in disgust. ] Thankfully he's too much of a saint to even consider the possibility.

[ Stupid Charles and his stupid goodness. Mystique kicks at the nightstand, exhaling sharply when it crumbles into a heap of wood. ]

When he's not being used by others, anyway. He nearly killed us all.

[He doesn't flinch when she breaks the furniture, simply watching and speaking evenly.]

Sometimes the most dangerous minds are that of those who are easily manipulated. Especially when someone realizes the potential, or if they have supernatural abilities to boot.

[A shrug.]

Of course, the real danger lies in those pulling the strings.

[He pauses to consider then offers what he can.]

Is there anything I can do to ease your anger?

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