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[So Logan has been planning this for awhile. But he doesn't like announcing things on the journal. Because then people will want to talk to him. And he doesn't like talking to people on the journals. It's bad enough that his journal shows up even after he purposely loses it. And now elves. Damn elves. It's thanks to their pestering that he makes his move. That is, actually offering to 'give' something to the community.

Probably not what the elf had in mind. But then, he impaled it on his claws. So what the hell does he care what it thinks?]

Now I know I ain't exactly the first to offer any kind of combat instructing. So I ain't going to bother looking for civvies. If you don't know how to fight, there's plenty of other people eager to show you the ropes. Not that I ain't willing to consider ya, but you aren't the only people I'm concerned with.

What I do is train mutants. People with powers. So it doesn't matter what you can do. If you're looking to refine your powers, get stronger, and increase your chances of not dying - then I'm your man. I'm known as Wolverine. Or you can call me Logan. If you're interested, see me at the Dome. You'll be getting your introductory lesson there.

[Logan can be found at the Dome, waiting by the console. He's in his X-Men uniform. Anyone who frequents the dome won't find this look too unusual for him. There's also his latest elf. It looks fairly traumatized, worried, and paranoid. Which is why it's hiding behind one of the pillars holding up the second floor, rather than anywhere near Wolverine.

He's so very, very much on the naughty list.]

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[He heard it anyway. Just as well.]

You got a problem you feel like sharing, sister?

Is it just me? Is no one else adequately creeped out by the unreality of that place?

Unreality is the point of the place. Shame if that's all it takes to creep you out.

It's one thing that creeps me out. Not quite all it takes.

Well it's nothing I ain't already used to. So unless you've got something else to add, I ain't one for conversation. Especially not the long distance kind.

Something else to add? Nah.

Except, of course, that I'm surprised to find you're the teaching kind.

It surprised me too.

Not rocking the instructional background, huh?

[ that much is obvious, really. ]

I'm foggy on the details. But it's keepin' people alive. That I'm good at.

That's a motivation I can only respect, Mister Claws.

[ ... hah. claws/claus. ]

If you're workin' your way to some kind of pun, you can stop yourself right there. It ain't the first time I've heard it.

I'm sure it isn't. I gotta admit, though, it's a pretty inconvenient word-association to have around this time of year.

Generally it's unfortunate for the one saying it.

Ooh. Nice vague threat. If the Dome wasn't such a lame hangout spot, I might even stop by just to show you how intimidated I'm not.

Fine by me. I ain't in the habit of picking fights with the people I get my booze from.

Oh! So I've been upgraded back up to being the person you get your booze from. You're no longer avoiding my shifts?

You keep having more of them.

[He's noticed the decline in bartenders lately. And he's been needing more booze lately.]

[ ...

his rather astute observation gives her pause. buffy takes a moment to clear her throat. ] That's the problem with a transdimensional holding pen. People leave and duties get shirked. If they weren't already gone, I'd fire their asses.

[He snorts.]

The big guy smiled too much anyway.

H-hey! There's nothing wrong about service with a smile. I suppose you prefer those surly old fashioned 'tenders. All edgy and bitter. Misery, I hear, loves company.

Maybe I just prefer the classics. Personally, I think Good Spirits is a little too clean. There ain't nearly enough fights and you can go into the bathroom without stepping in vomit.

You just gotta know which nights to show up. Or start the fights yourself. Please don't, by the way. I like my bar counter intact. Ditto the bottles. Ditto the windows.

As for the vomit, well -- you're only saying that 'cause you don't have to play janitor.

I think I can manage that.

[Vague. Most likely the bit about starting a fight himself.]

[ she understands that he likely meant the fight; however, she willfully misunderstands: ] You know, I just might have a mop in your size...

Pass. Not looking for a job.

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