[Molly appears on screen and she's, well, not as happy as she usually is. But really, after you've killed your best friend because he's turned into some weird deer thing, it's hard to be that happy. But she smiles nonetheless, she's still Molly and she doesn't let things keep her down for long, Romeo did forgive her anyway.]

Guys, everyone is really sad again because of what happened and I know that I'm really sad because of what happened but it stopped happening so we should stop being sad! [she smiles widely] See! Now I'm not sad! But I have an idea! We should have a party! Parties make everyone happy, right? So we need to decorate a place, and we need a place to have the party. How about the place with music! And we can get food from the cafeteria and everyone can come and be happy and not sad! Me and Romeo can even put on a puppet show because he got that thing before! [Sorry Romeo, she forgot to run this by you beforehand]

So when should we have the party!

Hey... Well, after a rather traumatic month of freakish experimentation and getting locked out of my room - forcing me to live the hobo lifestyle no less; thanks guys - things seem to have returned to normal and yours truly is as ready as ever to boldly venture forward. 

[Here he pauses, looking a little sheepish. Scratching at the back of his neck he continues, holding out both hands about a foot and a half apart. Yes, this is important. Yes, he is going to reach out to the Tower yet again]

I lost my dog. Er. He's stuffed so you'd think he wouldn't go far but Rowdy Jr. is special! Has spunk.  [matter of factly] He answers by Rowdy. Junior. Jay Jay. Love of my life. Don't think the love between a man and his dog is weird. I can see you judging me and I don't appreciate it!

Has anyone seen him though? His return is much appreciated. [oh, there's a picture he's flashing now of a miniature poodle]

((Note: Yep, this is as crack as can be))

[It has been a little while now, since things cooled down after everything that had happened. Charles' head didn't feel like it was going to cave in from everything he'd had to feel and hear in his mind anymore, which was a plus, but it didn't mean he wasn't working said mind into a migraine trying to think of anything or way to prevent the experiments from happening again.

He figured that it couldn't hurt to try and talk to them again. Them being the ones who brought them here. Who did those things to everyone.]

Dax, I believe it was? I would like to speak with you again, if I could. Or if you're busy, then I wouldn't mind someone else. I think you mentioned a Jason? Either way, I would like a word with someone.

[Charles will try to not seem like he's trying to pick a fight. As he isn't. He just wants answers. And maybe, just maybe, he can try again to peek into their minds.]

Erik, if you're also not busy. I would like to speak with you as well, please.

[He hasn't been able to keep track of him at all. He can no longer feel Erik in the Tower, but he's going to assume it's that helmet, before he worries something else has happened. No response to this and he'll worry.]