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

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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[A slightly sober smile.]

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

Yeah?

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.]

[Logan lifted his hand, tightening his hand into a fist, but not drawing out the claws. Thoughtful.]

That kid Dorian did it once. Chances are, if it was left on too long, the adamantium would eventually kill me. [So he'd just have to avoid the tunnels.]

Hopefully won't be much call ta go down there anyway.

[Let's not talk about the time she was down there in shifts with Kitty.

...or any other use of that particular side effect.]

Yeah? What's down there anyway?

[He's a 'leave no stone unturned' kind of guy. A mild inconvenience like nearly killing himself pales in comparison to a possible escape route.]

A cell. 'couple of more empty rooms. A secure laptop that's supposedly Malnosso proof. Possibly some ex-Malnosso scientist named "John."

Possibly? You ever seen him?

[She shook her head.]

Just heard of 'em.

Powers or no powers, I'd like to have a little chat with the guy.

First you'd hafta find 'im. Then you'd have ta get past his pet droids. An' after that, any sort of shiftin' booby traps he happens ta have hangin' around.

Sounds like a place to start. [Going down there with none of his strengths and his adamantium working against him might be reckless. But no stone unturned.]

[Logan, didn't we just agree that the tunnels were bad?]

...maybe ya should start by talkin' to some of the people who know more about what ya could find down there than me. Raine Sage. Albert Silverberg. They've been here since the beginning.

[Lots of things are bad. It's never stopped him before.]

I'll be sure to do that. How long ago was the 'beginning'?

[Oh, he'll love this.]

'bout four years now.

[Four years? He's not stupid enough to think they haven't tried or didn't know what they're doing. Not that he was dissuaded from trying.]

So I take it won't just be a matter of knocking on some doors, then.