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[It was like blacking out. One minute he was boarding a chopper with Nick Fury, detailing his plan for dealing with Apocalypse, the next moment he had passed out. Now he was waking up groggily in a dark place. It was small, confined, and it smelled like a person he was reasonably sure he was going to not end up liking. After trying to bang his way out, eventually his claws slide out of his wrists and he tears the door down. Bursting out from the closet is a hairy, angry man with a set of three razor sharp claws on both hands. He's pissed and he wants answers. Hi Tony.]

[After getting his answers from Stark, Logan was out on the town. His first job was taking care of his clothes. He found some stuff that fit soon enough, as well as his uniform. He slipped that one first, then a jacket over top of that. After what he'd heard, it was better to be prepared. His next step was tracking down his team. He didn't need directions for them. His nose was keen enough that he could smell them in the air. So he spends his time tracking them down, one by one, to wherever they currently were. At their home or elsewhere. That takes up most of his day, taking in all the information and making plans for their next move. If any.

By the day ends, Wolverine is in a bad mood and makes his way to where heard the bar was. Ordering his drink is more like snarling that he wanted a beer. He's not in the mood to talk and he spends most of his time at the bar scowling. Stuck in Luceti? No way to get out? Fate of the world in the balance? There's not enough booze in Luceti to make him happy.

People can catch him at the bar, or earlier in the day after he's found his uniform. He'll be exploring the place and stop a lot to start sniffing at the air, as if he's looking for something. For the most part his claws will be retracted unless someone threatens him. He's also 5'3. Comment on his height at your own peril.]

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Oh my Gawd, Logan!

[Watch out - you have a nearly twenty-year old mutant who normally avoids being touched barreling into you as fast as she can. At least she's fully covered from head to toe today.

/sob.

You don't even know, man. You don't even know how good it is to see you, she almost - but doesn't, of course - cries. He'll be able to smell the tears, though, hot in her eyes and denied any form of release.]

[Rogue is the last one he expected to ever go launching into hugs. So he's bewildered at first. Sure, Tony had given some hints on the situation, but he didn't actually believe the guy. How could he?

But things were definitely different here. And not in a good way.]

... you sure you're Rogue?

You know I am.

[Sure. Rogue. Both.

She pulls back quickly. No excuses. No reasons.

It's been almost two years.

Kurt's gone.

I'm a mess, Logan.

I hate being in charge of us.]

Gawd. I don't know how you're gonna stand it here.

[Good thing that's over with. He's still confused, but he's crossing his arms (set some distance) and trying to get a handle on the situation.]

Seeing as I already went a few rounds with big green and ugly, probably not too well.

...Hulk? You tussled with Hulk?

[No wonder you turned off your music. She does your sensitive hearing a favor and doesn't turn it back on, taking a few steps away again and leaning against the counter.

She glances him over, concerned.]

You all healed up, or did they slow that down too?

Slowed down? [There's a thoughtful pause for a moment, before he's growling under his breath.] I thought something was wrong out there. And not just with the new feathery decorations either. [Fighting the Hulk is bad enough, but landing on your back after getting hit by him is excruciating.]

I know some people I trust who can help - with magic, believe it or not.

[Blathering. She's blathering, and she recognizes this, but. At least it's purposeful blathering.]

Unless ya wanna wait an' see how long it takes.

[She doesn't bother asking if it's bad. She knows he's as used to pain as she is.]

[Magic, huh? The only encounter he's had with magic was those weird guys from Africa. That was just weird. Not something he would welcome for a second round.]

I'll pass. [By now it's just bruising. By the time they're done talking, he'll be more or less in good shape.] Where's the others?

It's just me an' Kitty now. [Flat out honesty with Logan.] We're livin' with a girl we met here - Mia. She's a healer.

[That's not a hint, just information.]

An' a fighter. Uses water like Bobby uses ice.

[Living, huh? That fits with what he's heard. But given he'd seen Rogue and Kitty hours ago, planning on taking on Apocalypse, it's hard to imagine. For the moment, he focuses on their new friend.]

She's a mutant?

[She shakes her head.]

Different worlds, different rules.

[Hell, the first guy I touched here was a plant!

But she manages to bite that back. Even her relief over seeing him can't get her to talk about other people's lives.]

Don't suppose you glanced at the guide between gettin' here an' gettin' in a fight with Hulk.

I looked. Assigned reading ain't exactly high on my priorities. [Step 1 - Find the X-Men. Step 2 - Escape.]

It's a clear cage, Logan. Kurt an' Kitty tried BAMFing an' phasing out when they first got here - but it's no good.

[Yeah. He heard about the inescapable part. But she should know better than that.]

You know that ain't good enough for me, right? [Until he goes to the barrier and smashes his claws against it, he won't be satisfied.]

Yeah. I know.

[If she thought there was the smallest chance of it working, she'd go with him. But as it is, it's New Feather season, and she's needed in the Item Shop.

And her heart goes through the complication calisthenics of just having him here to having him gone - that's what happens when you open up, Rogue - can't trust him to make it all alright when no one can make it all right.]

Ya want gear for the trip?

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I won't need much. How long a trip is it?

[He saw a map briefly, but not enough to get a sense of scale.]

Couple a days, even takin' the teleporter to the ocean.

[It's a big cage,]

There's a giant wolf god in the forest. Moro. Other'n that the way should be clear.

[Teleporter, huh? Speaking of which...]

A guy claiming to be Tony Stark said the elf was gone.

[Rogue abruptly looks down.]

About two weeks now.

[Not that she's keeping track or anything.]

How'd he manage it? [And why hasn't he come back for the girls?]

Same way you managed to show up.

[She snapped gloved fingers.] Boom, you're here. [Snap] Boom, you're not. That's the only way back home anyone's ever figured, an' it's got not a thing ta do with us.

Not exactly reliable transportation. [Unhappy. Grouchy. Also smart enough to realize that running off to the barrier right now isn't a good idea.] How long have the two of you been here? I'm guessing longer than just a few hours.

Kitty got here last cycle - 'bout two months ago. Me - [She pauses for the tally] - It'll be two years come November.

[Pause a beat.]

Lemme guess, you just saw me, right?

[She even tries to smile a little. But Logan could smell the lie on her if she told it, they make her so uncomfortable. Besides there are certain... physical changes.]

[Nearly two years? Well. He can see it. That explained a lot in terms of her physical changes. The how sure as hell eluded him.]

You and me were on our way to SHIELD's helicarrier.

[She flinches - very mildly - at the mention of SHIELD.]

...so you're from around the same time Kitty is.

[And then she looks at Logan very seriously.]

She says the last thing she remembers, she was knocked out.

[Yes, Kitty, she tattled, all right?]

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