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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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Fightin' Magneto.

[Who's alive, apparently.]

The fighting's not supposed to be starting yet. Or at least, not when I was last there.

[Guess there's not much chance of convincing you to lie, right?

She regrets the thought almost instantly.]

Guess she's still the furthest one along, then.

Kid, I don't have any idea what you're talking about. Furthest along at what?

In time.

[She sighed and leaned against her counter.]

Last thing I remember, ya'll were fishin' me out of a Louisiana swamp. You an' I were 'bout ta have a talk.

That was months ago. [And a memory wipe is his first thought. He has a little experience with that.]

That's how it works. The last thing Kurt remembered was... even before all that.

Seems like I'll be needing to have a talk with Kitty about our 'future'. [Her being knocked out is cause for concern, but they still have a secret weapon.]

Maybe. Just... remember that there's nothin' we can do about it here. And it's a hard thing, livin' with that over your head for a while.

[Not knowing if you'll wake up when you get home... she appreciates the fact that it hasn't broken Kitty yet.

...and yes, okay, this is Rogue being actually verbally protective.]

I won't lie to you and say the situation's pretty back home. But if time ain't moving here, then we ain't lost yet.

[But he gets it. Though he's not sure talking about Rogue being Plan B is the best thing for her. That's a lot of pressure.]

[Too late there, Logan. Kitty's already spilled those beans.]

So far as anyone's been able to tell, that's what's goin' on. [She tries to smile.] I mean, it ain't like you missed me, right?

Haven't had time. [Blunt. Even if he feels bad for the kid. He takes a look around the place and sniffs the air. He tracked Rogue here by her scent, but she's basically all over this place.] You work here?

[Dryly:] I'd like ta think you'd notice if I'd been gone for two years. An' yeah. Ten ta three, Monday through Saturday, longer durin' the New Feather cycle.

New feathers? [... right, the wings.] Cute.

[She shrugged, the side of her mouth tweaking up.]

It catches on after a bit.

So does the flu. [Not that Wolverine ever gets sick...] So if you're here, where's Kitty?

Probably back at the house, if she ain't at school.

[Shockingly, Rogue does not attend!]

...she ain't the only one from our world left here.

[School? He's about to ask about the 'house', but that's less concerning than that other nugget of information. His voice gains an edge to it. Not quite growling, but close. If there's someone here that's not with the X-Men, he's going to guess it's not someone pleasant.

Unless it's:]

Is he big, green and ugly?

What makes you say that?

[You mentioned you'd been in a tussle with Hulk already, but... same world?]

Just wanted to be sure. [Even Hulk said they weren't from the same world. But hell, maybe they survived Apocalypse and lived long enough to piss off the green giant.]

It's Gambit.

[Best just get it out there.

...she hopes whatever talk she had with Logan on the Blackbird was a good one.]

Gambit? [He directs his attention to the door, teeth gritted and looking like any second his claws might pop out so he can go find the cajun and skewer him.] Has he done anything?

[...guess it wasn't that good of a talk.]

Yeah. [She tucked a strand of hair behind her ear.] He helped save my life.

[He fixes her a look that just demands an explanation.]

We were on a draft.

[She can meet Logan's eyes with that one, unlike with Scott... he'll understand.]

There was a cave in. I made the wrong call - tried ta run through instead of back - Tony got me out of the way, but I didn't get completely clear. Gambit helped get me from under the rock, saw me through gettin' healed up.

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