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OPEN STARTER -- the super superpower survey Charles: Apologies for the intrusion and sudden message. Charles: My name is Charles Gano, I work with Akhila Asthana at the medicentre. Charles: Would you be available to answer a few questions about your ability - should it already have manifested? I'm attempting to map them.

#charliethreads #//inspired by Chance

CLOSED STARTER for @chancedarling location: THE HUB timestamp: POST EVENT 02

Charlie, aware of his current predicament, had decided playing along was in his best interest. He knew this was a dream, or perhaps something stronger and more vivid than a dream, but it wouldn't do him any good to tell those around him of his findings. It might force his hand if those on the island learned that they were figments of his imagination.

So instead he approached it as he would changing hospital during his younger years, when he'd only been a surgery student, rotating every half year or year depending on what he wished to learn, and who would take him.

Walking through the bungalow camp - one of which he'd been suggested to claim for himself - Charlie saw only new faces. Much like how it would be when he started at a new hospital.

But he was glad that he'd gotten some prior information from one of the others, making it easier to pick out a few. "Pardon, could I bother you to tell me about what happened these last few days?" he asked. "I've only just arrived to this place, and many who I've tried to speak with have either told me they are too busy or have not been able to tell me much." He smiled kindly. "My name is Charles Gano."

#charliethreads #thread.chance #thread.neverland #//this will be here for you when you come back from hiatus <3

CLOSED STARTER for @unathorn location: THE HUB timestamp: POST EVENT 02

A new arrival on the island, Charlie had soon found plenty of people willing to give him a lay of the imaginary land he'd created. It was all general enough, made sense from an organisational perspective, even if there were certainly a good amount of mysteries his mind had conjured up that had already made him question whether this was truly his brain's doing.

He'd never been the dreamer who came up with fantastical stories. Maybe when he'd been a boy, led on by his mother's surreal stories that had been handed down for generations. It could be he was suddenly remembering all that.

"Excuse me, you're Una, correct?" he asked the blonde lady he found at the Hub. He'd been told several names by a young person with construction headphones - super powers must be because he'd watched a good amount of Marvel movies with his children. People this person said were good people, trust-worthy, willing to help new people. "Someone called Baskar told me that if I a confidence boost, you would be the one I should seek out."

"My name is Charles Gano, Charlie, I only just arrived in this place. Trying to find my footing."

#charliethreads #thread.una #thread.salemslot

CLOSED STARTER for @akhilaasthana location: THE MEDICAL CENTRE timestamp: POST EVENT 02 / A DAY AFTER CHARLIE'S ARRIVAL

Upon waking up on the beach, Charlie had not taken long before creating a working hypothesise. Given the circumstances, and his own sudden arrival, a fever dream from a comatose state made the most sense. He'd heard stories - though very few of them proven - of brain activity in a state of unconsciousness leading to very vivid dreams. And his mother had told him stories of people who had been put to sleep by god-like creatures and transported to worlds that were other and magical.

He'd seen so many patients over the years that he could imagine his mind conjuring up the individuals what inhabited this world. He wondered if they would embody the archetypes from his mother's stories.

However, he was most surprised to hear Akhila inhabited his coma-induced dream as well. Guided to the Medical Centre by one of his hallucinations to see Doctor Asthara - which could only be her - he wondered why his mind, usually very bend on not seeking out personal confrontations, decided it would not be such a bad thing if she was in fact here.

He thus decided to trust his mind on the matter, and walked into the doctor's office, which instantly reminded him of the real deal: tea mugs everywhere, a couch that looked like she slept there, and that smell of black tea that he'd become all too familiar with.

And in the mids of it: Akhila. A bit more desheveled than he remembered her, but from what he'd heard already: people had been here for longer than he had. To create some post-apocalyptic world that was more believable.

He had to play along.

"So this is where you've been all this time?"

#charliethreads #thread.akhila #thread.arrakis #//screams

CLOSED STARTER for @lindiwe-in-camelot location: NEAR THE ODYSSEY timestamp: POST EVENT 02 / THE DAY OF CHARLIE'S ARRIVAL

One moment he was in his study, incognito tabs open for cheap last minute trips to Charles de Gaulle airport in Paris from Heathrow airport in London, with dates either the next day early or somewhat into next week. One-way tickets as well. The next moment, after what seemed like the blink of an eye, he woke up on a beach.

The temperature change was the most notable. He did like to keep his apartment at a manageable twenty-one degrees Celsius, enough to fog up the window when the night had been especially cold.

There was a breeze on his face and the warmth of the sun up ahead on his trimmed hair.

For a moment he thought he was manifesting, pretending he was on a Hawaiian beach - though it wasn't warm enough for that - before realising that he had not in fact laid down anywhere. Not consciously at least.

So he must've passed out.

Dreams could almost feel like reality to the dreamer, sensations so vivid that it began to make sense. The mind was powerful, it could trick anyone into believing an alternate reality.

He sat up and touched the sand, smelled the breeze, tasted the salt in the air. He could see a beach, a large cruise ship slightly tilted in the water. A figure approaching from nearby, the sound of her feet in the sand. "Where am I?" he asked, reminded of so many movies and shows where characters were transported to new realities. But also of his mother's stories.