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You can tell I'm not going to write this, because I'm posting it.
No, really.
This started life as an email to![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
rubynye, but then I thought, hey, maybe other people would also be entertained by the mental images. And I really really am in the middle of too many other things to try to write this, so I don't have to hoard it away somewhere for feel of spoiling the story. So, here.
It's a mutants-are-out sort of universe. Mutants are probably still second-class citizens, but known and not actively persecuted more than other minorities--so in 1962 things are actually pretty bad but people who are, for example, born rich with non-visible mutations can still kind of pass and be sheltered and comparatively privileged. Charles (whose career options have perhaps been limited but who will insist if asked that his life is awesome and fun and he wouldn't trade it for anything) is sort of a combination porn-star/director/producer/distributor - he has all this sex and then broadcasts it to subscribers telepathically. And he's got to deliver variety, of course, so he has this ongoing recruitment of "people who want to have a good time" because the thing is, he's telepathic. He needs to pick up both sides of the experience so he can, you know, basically edit camera angles in terms of sensation and emotion and etc.--and it doesn't work if they're not sincerely into it on at least a basic physical level.
And then of course Erik shows up, and they get about ten minutes into their scene before Charles is like "No, seriously, this does not work like this, you need to want to have a good time, not--what the hell, you want to kill one of my subscribers?" (Live broadcasts are very rare--much better for Charles to memorize and then replay, and he's gotten very good at that.) And Erik doesn't bother trying to deny it, just launches into trying to bring Charles over to his side. Charles has this whole ridiculously groovy-hedonistic life because he needs to be constantly experiencing this stuff to redistribute the sensations--he does all kinds of recreational drugs to relay those experiences (never live, because he can't keep control over transmission when he's high). He's been kind of sheltered by his normal human parents' money from what life is like for most mutants, his cage is quite gilded, he was told very gently and with many pats on the head that he shouldn't pursue a real education etc. etc. and--he believes Erik, of course, he's just not quite prepared to get involved with killing people for some guy--mutant--he's just met.
So they make a deal. Charles convinces Erik to really-for-real cooperate with Charles--uptight person learns to relax is a narrative he hasn't been able to get before, Erik is money--while Charles tries to get to know him enough to decide what to do about him, whether to help him and how. So there's Erik's Sensual Awakening--not just sex but luxuries and relaxation and actually mentally unwinding--and Charles's concomitant awakening to some sense of moral responsibility and willingness to come out of his privilege castle--such as it is--and get involved.
And then they give Shaw a stroke or at least a mindwipe, and everyone lives happily and sexily and groovily ever after. Except Shaw.
Also, Raven is Charles's, like, business manager who has never. ever. in any way. received any of Charles's broadcasts and never ever wants to, no, not even the drug trip ones, and Hank is her boyfriend who helps Charles enhance broadcasts with Cerebro and does receive broadcasts occasionally--sometimes even the sex ones (Charles does customizations but flatly refuses to edit Raven into any of the broadcasts in any role, but Hank isn't even really interested in them in a sexy way, just it's so fascinating what Charles can do, and Hank wants to see-feel it and try to understand. He and Raven have had a number of fights about that, so now Hank is staying out of the sex ones.)
This started life as an email to
rubynye, but then I thought, hey, maybe other people would also be entertained by the mental images. And I really really am in the middle of too many other things to try to write this, so I don't have to hoard it away somewhere for feel of spoiling the story. So, here.It's a mutants-are-out sort of universe. Mutants are probably still second-class citizens, but known and not actively persecuted more than other minorities--so in 1962 things are actually pretty bad but people who are, for example, born rich with non-visible mutations can still kind of pass and be sheltered and comparatively privileged. Charles (whose career options have perhaps been limited but who will insist if asked that his life is awesome and fun and he wouldn't trade it for anything) is sort of a combination porn-star/director/producer/distributor - he has all this sex and then broadcasts it to subscribers telepathically. And he's got to deliver variety, of course, so he has this ongoing recruitment of "people who want to have a good time" because the thing is, he's telepathic. He needs to pick up both sides of the experience so he can, you know, basically edit camera angles in terms of sensation and emotion and etc.--and it doesn't work if they're not sincerely into it on at least a basic physical level.
And then of course Erik shows up, and they get about ten minutes into their scene before Charles is like "No, seriously, this does not work like this, you need to want to have a good time, not--what the hell, you want to kill one of my subscribers?" (Live broadcasts are very rare--much better for Charles to memorize and then replay, and he's gotten very good at that.) And Erik doesn't bother trying to deny it, just launches into trying to bring Charles over to his side. Charles has this whole ridiculously groovy-hedonistic life because he needs to be constantly experiencing this stuff to redistribute the sensations--he does all kinds of recreational drugs to relay those experiences (never live, because he can't keep control over transmission when he's high). He's been kind of sheltered by his normal human parents' money from what life is like for most mutants, his cage is quite gilded, he was told very gently and with many pats on the head that he shouldn't pursue a real education etc. etc. and--he believes Erik, of course, he's just not quite prepared to get involved with killing people for some guy--mutant--he's just met.
So they make a deal. Charles convinces Erik to really-for-real cooperate with Charles--uptight person learns to relax is a narrative he hasn't been able to get before, Erik is money--while Charles tries to get to know him enough to decide what to do about him, whether to help him and how. So there's Erik's Sensual Awakening--not just sex but luxuries and relaxation and actually mentally unwinding--and Charles's concomitant awakening to some sense of moral responsibility and willingness to come out of his privilege castle--such as it is--and get involved.
And then they give Shaw a stroke or at least a mindwipe, and everyone lives happily and sexily and groovily ever after. Except Shaw.
Also, Raven is Charles's, like, business manager who has never. ever. in any way. received any of Charles's broadcasts and never ever wants to, no, not even the drug trip ones, and Hank is her boyfriend who helps Charles enhance broadcasts with Cerebro and does receive broadcasts occasionally--sometimes even the sex ones (Charles does customizations but flatly refuses to edit Raven into any of the broadcasts in any role, but Hank isn't even really interested in them in a sexy way, just it's so fascinating what Charles can do, and Hank wants to see-feel it and try to understand. He and Raven have had a number of fights about that, so now Hank is staying out of the sex ones.)
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And, sorry, this is seriously all I've got but feel free to elaborate for your own satisfaction!
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(Me? Scary? What?)
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My immediate reaction to this was "No, he would insist that his life is groovy". :)
I kind of love this idea. Thank you for sharing it! Even if no one writes it, I will have this at least. ♥
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And thank you back! I'm glad you were entertained. ♥
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I do kind of wish someone else would write it, because it would be so much fun to read....
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