ximilia | Video | welcome, hallo, buenos días, ohayō, etc, etc!

[Newt comes shuffling into view on the screen, holding a cup of coffee in his hand with a bag of what seems to be Sour Patch Kids harrowingly hanging out from beneath the pinky finger of the very same hand. Disheveled but more than happy to provide his services after dragging himself out of bed, he taps his knuckle on the chalkboard beside him — one that used to be Hermann Gottlieb's, may he rest in peace (in a not dead way — may he rest in peace on a beach or something while wholly alive and thriving).]

Noticed an influx of new and kinda-new faces over the last few days or weeks or whatever.

So here's my handy dandy welcome board! Recently updated, to keep with the times.

Read it over and get a feel for how this place goes; I'm gonna finish off this coffee before I take any questions.

[As he takes the world's most obnoxious-sounding sip and burns his tongue, here's the board in question:]

[And then, after a bit of time, he turns the board over to the other side:]

[No worries, current crew, if you can't get one of those introduction papers in person!

Because he's attached them in file format, too.]

[And in case you wanted a text format copy:

Name:
Age:
Birthday:
Favorite color:
Favorite food:
Favorite subject:
Favorite toy:
Favorite animal:
Favorite candy:
Favorite activity:
Favorite place:
Favorite book:
Favorite TV show:
Favorite movie:
I am good at:
I want to learn:
Least favorite subject:
Place I want to go:
If I could make one wish, it would be:
If I could have one superpower, it would be:
This is what I want my teacher to know about me:

(Have at it — threadjacking is encouraged).]

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（ oh are we being sarcastic? is that what we're doing today? ）

You can thank the lizard man for your newfound insights.

[ The lizard man... she can stay. ]

I'll let that thanks go unspoken, but noted. As you were.

（ excuse you, sir. her eyes narrow, and then: ）

'As I was'? Am I speaking with the Commander of the station, then?

[ ?? pardon ]

I suppose you must be if there's nobody else aboard who could possibly use that turn of phrase

It is more that I require no one's permission to return to 'how I was'.

Just who are you, anyway? Unless I am meant to believe you are one called 'Strange'.

If I told you to have a nice day, would you take that as a personal affront too?

I am, in fact, one called Strange. Dr. Stephen Strange to be precise, hello

I suppose that depends on how you define 'nice'.

Hello, Dr. Stephen Strange. You are human?

I am, yes. And I believe we share a universe.

That earns you less goodwill than you might think.

Which side are you on?

（ he has heard of her. otherwise, he would not have made that inference. and that means he knows of thanos. she does not feel the need to specify which sides she is referring to. ）

[ It's a little late for it to occur to him that he should've thought before letting himself get carried away with this one. He locks it down quite abruptly, safely private. ]

The universe's. How much has Quill told you?

Thanos would say the same thing, Dr. Stephen Strange. Are you with him or against him? You should be aware that your answer determines the remainder of your time in this plane of existence.

I gave my life so that his actions might be undone and fought with the army that put an end to his. Better?

Yes.

I'm sorry.

（ for threatening him? for failing? for the fact that she should have stopped thanos years ago and didn't?

maybe a little of all three. ）

[ He lets that one sit a while. She knows, which means it's all probably happened, and what is there to say?

After what feels to him like forever, but is probably no more than a minute - ]

So am I

[ They all had their parts to play. And not one of them deserved any of it. ]

If he learns of these orbs, he will make every effort to come to the Ximilia to take them by force. There is no power in the universe he does not covet.

He's gone, and we're not in the universe. He'll only learn of them now if they reach for him across time, and then he'll come alone as we all did, and we'll be ready.

（ she backtracks a bit, reviewing the earlier conversation. she'd glossed over it in her haste (and distaste) towards her father, but now... ）

That army you spoke of?

You actually killed him?

Yes. Wiped him and his armies from existence.

（ a world without thanos is almost too impossible to imagine. he has loomed over her for decades. shaped her grief, her life. he has hurt everyone she has ever loved, and to find that some far flung future she will never see has simply brought about his end without any apparent pomp or ceremony...

emotion is a blade between her ribs, and it twists.

for all that she wanted him dead. for all that she has dreamed of him dead — she had always imagined it would be her or nebula that delivered the killing blow. his ill-used children, and not the ones that drenched themselves in loyalty and glory the way cull obsidian and proxima midnight did, but the ones who truly knew suffering's cost to them —

it feels a little like she's taking the first breath on a new world, and there is a sort of wailing grief that wells like blood from a cut right alongside a vicious satisfaction that bears no earthly name.

her eyes close. then: ）

Then I owe you a debt, Stephen Strange.

Not me. You've no debt here.

Do not insult me by refusing.

Regardless of what role you played in the event, regardless of everything that came before or after, I know more than I did yesterday about my father's ignominious end.

That is worth a debt.

[ It doesn't sit right to emerge from this conversation having earned anything - but it's worse to offend her. She's already paid a steeper price than he in all this. ]

Then it's noted.

We will speak later, Doctor Stephen Strange.

（ ... yes, this is her abruptly ending the conversation. they've both said enough, for now. ）

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