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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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He'd already seen Rogue, so Kitty was next on the list. If they were indeed being 'domestic' in this place, he could offer at least a courtesy knock on her door.]
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Her eyes widened in shock.]
Mr. Logan!
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Mr. Logan! You're here! Like really here? [Of course he's here! Stupid questions, but she's surprised.] Come in! When did you get here? [Stepping to the side for him.]
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He steps inside. Oh yes. This is definitely the home of teenage girls. Swell.]
A few hours ago. I ran into a few distractions on the way here.
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Distractions? What could distract you in this place?
Oh! Were you, like, hungry? [It MAY or MAY NOT be her cooking, depending on what he wants.]
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[Sorry Kitty, he's not being baited into your cooking. Not even Wolverine is that brave.]
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Maybe you've been here before? I mean, this place pulls people in from whenever and some people are brought here more than once. It's totally weird.
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Yeah. We were able to do that at least. I wish I knew how everyone else was doing though.
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[That's Logan for "Don't worry about it, we'll get through it."]
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Scott's been here too, right? And Ororo too. [He's less sure about that second one. It's very, very faint.]
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