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[this is for all of your "yelling at Julian Keller for getting stabbed with a machete by a twelve year old girl" threads]

[aka he is in Bruce's hobo shack with like medical equipment and stuff hanging off him and really wants to be elsewhere. And that's before anyone else comes and yells at him!]

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*writing a note to leave on Dr. Banner's desk/workbench/whatever he has*

Good evening, Tatsumi-san. Julian, he'll just be giving us some assistance with transportation, since walking across camp with your injury would be decidedly imprudent.

Are you ready?

Where are we going?

[and then he winces and guards around his injury like a winner.]

*calmly -- neither gentle nor grim, but certainly not flippant*

You said that if you were not here, you would be going back to your cabin. If that's where you need to be, then we can help you to get there.

[if Charles is listening there's a lot of panicked thinking right now but basically it boils down to a conflict between "duty to my cabinmates to make sure they're all okay" and "jfc i am so tired and need a break and i hurt"]

I don't -- just give me a minute.

Of course. And there's no reason to have to lock in a decision forevermore. We can stop by the cabin so that you can check on everyone, and then go elsewhere. The most important thing is that you have a place where you can rest and recover, and that is not...

*...side-eyeing the shack yet again*

...here.

[he's having to process all of this. this is a lot of words, okay.]

-- but where?

For the first few days, you're stuck with either me or someone else of your choosing, because it would be foolish for you to be on your own with an injury like that. It can be either my cabin or some other empty-ish one that we can get set up, but we're just not going to leave you alone so soon after you've just have a machete stuck through you.

You still haven't ... said ... who this other guy is.

*a tiny sigh of professional long-sufferingness*

I'm the Camp business adviser, and you have no idea what the health insurance premiums on all of you campers are like at this point.

What he means is that he's very happy to help.

No, I meant everyone.

Look, I - I'll stay here.

Hellion. You can stay here, if that's what you truly want. As long as you feel that you can actually recover here. I must admit my... doubts.

But whatever you do decide will be best, we can help you with it. If you change your mind, you know how to reach me.

Yeah, I guess.

You know what I want? I want someone to check on them. And then tell me if there's anything up.

Consider it done. Is there anything you'd like from the cabin brought back to you here?

Something to do. God, I am bored.

But not the Xbox. The others would kill you.

And let's avoid that, shall we? I'll be back later tonight.

Tatsumi-san, a hand with grabbing some of his things, if you don't mind?

And ignore Brandon if he gives you shit. It's not like he's a mutant anyway.

I can assure you that I will not allow someone "giving me shit" to put a damper on my day.

He's my roommate. So ignore him.

If we're finally ready.

*steps forward and places one hand on the back of Charles's chair, the other on Charles's shoulder -- then they're engulfed in a swirl of black shadow, and are gone*

That was weird.

[TIMESKIP TO LATER THAT NIGHT]

*there's a knock on the hobo shack door*

[but i'm not dressed to accept visitors!! alternatively Julian uses his mutant powers to open the door.]

Yeah?

*IT'S SANTA by which we mean Charles with a bag on his lap and that Tatsumi guy with a laptop and Nintendo DS*

Hello.