Peaking back into the world

[magnetic_magpie]

Who: Magneto and to be updated
When: Week of 4-10 through 4-15
Where: Mostly the HoA, a few others
Summary: Mags is talking to people again. A few people want to see him in person
Warnings: Will be updated
Other: Tag in with when you are meeting/where ok?

He'd made appointments with various people. He was going to keep them. But even still, he was looking entirely well. He'd lost a little weight, was tense, and mostly very still. Except his eyes. They never stopped moving.

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4/11 - Wednesday Afternoon?

[axemeaquestion]

[The Talking House was new for her. She saw about it on the network. But she never saw it in person. Briefly, while she walked up to it, her mind slipped on why she was here and went to just plain marvelling at the place. Because wow.

So hi. She's here!]

Re: 4/11 - Wednesday Afternoon?

[where_the_hearth_is]

Hello, and welcome!

[The door slides open as she approaches, its voice genderless and chipper. A little drone shows her through to a cozy room paneled in wood and stone, with warm sunlight tripping down a mirrored skylight through the upper levels. There's an empty hearth, a low table, and cozy chairs, with Magneto waiting in one of them, with a mug and a coffeepot.]

Can I get you anything? Tea? Hot chocolate?

[axemeaquestion]

Holy--

[You would think she would expect the house to talk but it didn't make it any less WEIRD when it actually DID. She takes a step or two back in suprise, but she recovered quickly enough to step in and let the drone guide her. Eventually, she's less dumbfounded and weirded out and more just in wonder.

When she got to the right room she slowly started taking off her coat. You know what? Screw it, this whole talking house thing was gonna be cool.]

I--uh. Hot chocolate would be nice?

[Then she eyes Magneto and her smile fades slightly. Oh. Oh yeah. This was why she was here again. She pauses, then slowly walks over to sit down with him.]

[where_the_hearth_is]

Of course, Miss.

[The drone scoots out happily.]

[magnetic_magpie]

[Magneto's grip tightens on the mug as Rochelle enters and he elects to stay silent while House preforms it's hosting duties, tilting his head slightly and looking up as the drone scoots out. He's lost a little over twenty pounds, not that he's noticed it, and even for him, he's pale - lips almost bloodless looking, skin too tight around his eyes which dart constantly, hair tied back but not carefully combed to look polished, and the set of his jaw and shoulders are tense, drawn, like someone expecting an explosion at any second. And his eyes, normally a vibrant, piercing blue are almost grey. It's also one of the extremely rare times when he's not dressed with red somewhere.]

Good afternoon Rochelle.

[Even his voice is flat, dulled out.]

[axemeaquestion]

[That was cool. Or in this case, hot. Hot chocolate hot.

But sitting down with Michael/Magneto was not cool or hot. It was awkward. But at the same time... at least it was good to see a friend. A friend wanted to smack some sense into despite not knowing all the facts yet but still.]

Hey, Michael.

[Jesus, he looked a lot sicker than she thought. She didn't like what that could mean.]

You look... [Uh. She'll try and be nice about it, this time.] ... good?

[magnetic_magpie]

[He offered a small smile, and yes, he was watching her, but still watching the room.]

You don't have to lie.

[He'd prefer it if she didn't - he'd had more than a bit of a psychotic break. Those weren't pretty, you didn't look okay. He continued to hug his mug, sipping from it.]

You are looking well, however.

[axemeaquestion]

[Her shoulders relaxed a little, and she folded her arms to rest them on the table.]

Then you look terrible. [There was obvious concern in her eyes. She certainly wasn't going to stop trying to find out what was really going on, but now that she could see his condition she was going to soften up. Gentle but firm, unlike her anger before.]

Ah--thanks. [She sighs and shook her head, with a small 'psh'.] I'm suprised I still do when my boyfriend still thinks his place is a bachelor pad.

[magnetic_magpie]

[Loyalty over everything, honestly a distant but closer second - just because he can see a person's brain light up from telling a lie (because it takes so much more brain to lie than be honest) doesn't mean he knows what the lie is. So it makes him wary.]

I looked worse a few weeks ago.

[Except for when he's sipping his coffee, he's completely still.]

My meter for what that means is off, I'm afraid. I've mostly lived my life in boarding schools, military bases, or government quarters.

[axemeaquestion]

Mostly that it's made for one person, the occasional one night stand, and that dealing with a woman living with him for the first time in a while is differrent for him.

[There was an amused psh at that, and she rolled her eyes. Damn. This was surreal. Almost like things were normal and nothing ever happened.

Didn't mean she wasn't going to forget though.]

Is this gonna be private enough? [She would add the 'for you' part but she decided against it.]

[magnetic_magpie]

I can't say I've ever been in that situation.

[Even when he was living in Israel - Charles had lived with him.

At her question he looked around, tensing a bit.]

Location was your choice.

[That would be a 'no'.]

[axemeaquestion]

'Cause you didn't give me much of one.

[That would be a 'stop turning this around on me'. Her arms stayed folded on the table, and she watched him very pointedly, very intently. It was the look of somebody who wasn't going to let this go, but at the same time the look of somebody who was worried about a friend.]

Look. You don't have to try and prove anything to me. I just want to hear from YOU what happened, if ANYTHING happened. Because all I got otherwise is either everybody's hearsay or everybody else's cryptic answers and shoving me out of the picture.

[magnetic_magpie]

I have people threatening my life and you refuse to meet me in places where I am safe.

[So yes, yes this is on you.]

I don't really remember much of the last month or so Rochelle. It's like time is all blurred and I can't really focus in on it.

[That's not a lie and his very real distress over how much time he had lost was real. That it was a side answer and not a direct one...]

[axemeaquestion]

[what.] I refused you? I said this was okay! You gave me two options, I PICKED one.

[double what.]

So you wouldn't remember anything you--were accused of?

[magnetic_magpie]

Because my first was refused.

[His tone is flat - he didn't totally feel safe in the HoA even. He's not arguing. He doesn't have it in him to.]

I have a difficult time remembering three days ago.

[Again, it wasn't a direct answer. He was implying that no, he didn't. And he wasn't lying about having difficulty keeping days straight.]

The last clear memory I have? Was sitting in my office, looking at an empty wine bottle and deciding to not drink any more. That was in early February.

[And that was also true. Alcohol withdrawal and the insomnia that came with, then the hyped up, almost manic feeling he'd had from the Sunday before he killed Crowley until after wasn't clear, not how he meant it.]

[axemeaquestion]

[What--oh. OH.]

Michael, I wasn't refusing you. I was trying to say we could GO to the first one.

[But even if he was implying, Rochelle could put two and two together.]

... then there really IS something wrong.

[magnetic_magpie]

I think House wants an excuse to stuff food in me.

[Lucifer would come get him at some point, or something. House said it would protect him, if it came to it.]

That's what Jubilee has been trying to tell people. You can't get legal proxy transfered because someone has a cold.

[He was just a little cranky. Because seriously people. That wasn't something minor.]

[axemeaquestion]

I didn't get a hell a lot out of her in the first place... [Thoughtfully:] You've seen a doctor about it?

[magnetic_magpie]

Why should she tell people my medical information? She did say she had medical and legal proxy.

[That was as much as anyone needed to know, as far as he was concerned. More than most deserved to know.]

I am, yes. And those whose care I have been in have healing abilities.

[axemeaquestion]

It wouldn't have had to be in THAT much detail. Relax.

[She frowned.]

That's something.

[magnetic_magpie]

[Relaxing isn't going to happen any time soon.]

I mostly just want to be alone. But. I'm supposed to talk to people.

[Doctor's orders, basically.]

[axemeaquestion]

[Ro sighed through her nose. She was silent for a moment, just looking at him. She had a better idea of what to think, but visions of Tom were still dancing way too close to her head.]

You're talking some.

[magnetic_magpie]

One or two a day.

[And not really for more than an hour or so.]

[axemeaquestion]

[She frowned again.]

I got my answer. Do you WANT me to go?

[magnetic_magpie]

I don't know. I don't want to talk about this anymore.

[It's stressful in ways it shouldn't and should be. But it's not something he can handle right now.]