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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.]

Comments

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[touchofrogue]

Droids. It's like somethin' out of a bad Sci Fi movie, they'll take you an' drag ya to their teleporter.

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[snikting]

And they ain't too easy to take down either. [He guesses.]

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[touchofrogue]

Nope. [She glances away.] Or escape. Kurt tried, when he was here, but...

[She shook her head.]

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[snikting]

[Elf's not an easy one to catch, when he sets his mind to it. But. He can be reckless too.]

Didn't go so well. Anything else?

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[touchofrogue]

Monthly experiments. Not the 'take you and cut you up' kind, though sometimes the droids round up villagers for "rogue experimentation," but the kind that messes with your head. Usually lasts 'bout a week. Wears off on its own.

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[snikting]

Like my head ain't messed up enough already. [Some grumbling. Or growling. Low and to himself. Any kind of experimentation is a quick way to piss him off.]

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[touchofrogue]

[She pretends she didn't hear that.]

The ones in charge now run 'missions.' Ya can earn points for doin' work for 'em outside of the boundary.

[And that pretty much covers everything. Oh, except one last thing...]

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[snikting]

What kind of mission we talking about here? [The idea of working for them is insane, but useful.]

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[touchofrogue]

Guardin' duty, combat duty, research, medical assistance, even 'voluntary experimentation.' They've got one where they just watch you fight the whole time too, I don't even know what ta call that one.

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[snikting]

[He could think of a few things. People seeing him fight it was got him selected for Weapon X. Or at least, that's his best bet for how he ended up in that tank, getting hot metal adamantium pumped into his system.]

Who would volunteer to be experimented on?

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[touchofrogue]

Hell if I know.

[It's only one of her nightmares.]

Guess they're just... leavin' their options opened.

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[snikting]

[Someone would need the top of their head unscrewed to ever want that. But then. There are people like that out there.]

One hell of an option. You go on these missions?

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[touchofrogue]

A few of 'em. Cargo guardin' duty, mostly.

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[snikting]

Did you try to escape?

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[touchofrogue]

Thought about it. [But she shakes her head.] Didn't seem right. We were with people form other enclosures - they were dependin' on us.

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[snikting]

[... heh, good on her. There's a hint of a proud smirk forming, except-]

You saying there's more places like this around?

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[touchofrogue]

[She nodded, sober, if warmed at that hint of a smirk.]

Yeah, an' not as fancy as Luceti either. We've got electricity an' infinite food an' houses... some of the other ones sound like they're really struggling.

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[snikting]

I take it that means we're the lucky ones, then.

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[touchofrogue]

Yeah. Congratulations ta us.

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[snikting]

I'll be sure to drink to it later. [... on that note.] There is a place to drink to it later, right?

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[touchofrogue]

The "Good Spirits." I know, it's a terrible pun, but it is all ya can drink.

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[snikting]

Benefit of no price tag. [Just like the clothes store. And this place too, he figures. He doesn't have much in the way of personal possessions, but it's always possible they could show up here. In fact...] Let me know if you see any dog tags show up here. You'll know they're mine if you see them.

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[touchofrogue]

[A slightly sober smile.]

Yeah. I know 'em. An' Logan? One more thing about this place...

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[snikting]

Yeah?

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[touchofrogue]

The tunnels down here have a permanent shift - they take powers away. Ya might wanna avoid that. I don't know what would happen with the adamantium...

[Take away your super strength and super healing and then you are just a man with metal coating your bones. That can't be healthy.]