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Who: Logan
Broadcast: Fleet wide
Action: The Marsiva
When: Now!

MEANWHILE...

[He's a Canadian Bub and he just woke up on the Marsiva. With all the shit that he'd been dealing with lately trying to track down Romulus and deal with his demented son, he might have handled this whole being in space thing a whole lot worse. Instead the feed opens with Logan standing in front of the viewing bay with his hands in his pockets and a less than pleased expression written in his features.]

Damn. Space again.

[It wasn't like he went into space all the time, but he didn't especially enjoy it. He could be seen tapping the glass gently with the business end of one metal claw protruding from his wrist. Well, he sure as hell hoped there was someone around who was a better pilot in zero atmosphere than he was. Besides, at least he couldn't see Galactus out there.

Later when the feed cuts off, Logan will try getting past the visitor's area of the Marsiva by trying to cut a path through one of the walls with his claws. Unfortunately besides making some very unpleasant sounds, he doesn't seem to succeed in cutting his way through. Too bad.]

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Alright, good. [The Scott she knows doesn't have that stick quite so firmly lodged or quite as far up, but that's not hard for her to imagine at all.

She pauses for a moment then adds:] Remy's from my world. He ain't X-Men, but he's alright. [Though how much any Logan who knows Rogue's history with Remy is going to take her at her word there remains to be seen...] My Kurt's here too. I'm sure he'll be chimin' in as soon as he sees your broadcast. He's... young.

[You've been warned.]

[The Remy he knows is also 'alright', though actually on the team... most of the time. That three of them are all from this same 'verse makes him something of the outsider here, but nothing he ain't prepared to deal with.

Though a young Kurt...]

We ain't talkin' toddler sized, are we?

[Rogue laughed, briefly. Toddler sized might just be easier for her to deal with than 'Still pissed you threw Mama off a cliff' sized.]

Nah. We're talkin' 'bout 15. He's also... [How to put this delicately...] He ain't experienced much. [Screw delicacy.] Couple of normal X-Man things, but no war, nothin' really more traumatizin' than making the government's top most wanted for a spell. He's a kid.

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Lucky him. Kid that age is too young for that kind of shit.

[But age never did spare most of 'em. He hasn't forgotten all those young and fresh faces brought in each year to the team. Lately, it's been getting to be a little too much seeing kids that age trotted out for battle.]

[As talking about Kurt is currently awkward, Rogue shifts focus.]

Got some SHIELD agents here. Avengers too. [Though she has no idea if he'll know that second one, SHIELD is usually a pretty consistent thing.] Not from my world, though. Couple of repeats, even in theirs.

[SHIELD... He can count on his hand how many times SHIELD being around has been a good thing and he ain't even gotta use his fingers for it.

Avengers on the other hand...]

Avengers, huh? Which ones?

Near as I can figure, they're from three different realities.

[That was an important qualification.]

Natasha Romanoff, Vision, an' Steve Rogers are all from one, an' I think Tony Stark's still around too. Then ya got Clint Barton from another. An' Jim Barnes from another.

[Lack of code names may indicate something, yes. And so does the fact she's even trusting you enough to talk about other people.]

Oh, an' Thor.

[Can't forget about Thor. She hasn't met Wanda yet, so no report there.]

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[Black Widow, Vision, Captain America, Iron Man, Hawkeye, Winter Soldier, and Thor. That's a hell of a lineup.]

That many Avengers an' this place ain't busted wide open yet?

Ain't much place ta bust to, even if we could reach the Atroma. [It was one thing to have the power, even though as far as she knew no one had been able to so much as get on the Marsiva or resist the call to board when their shoreleaves were over.]

No one's got the faintest idea where we are, or if there's even an Earth - any version of it - in this whole system.

Never been fond of these far from home deals. Ya seen any planets get chomped on yet?

[Not that this seems like one of those situations, but hell. You can never be too careful.]

[Planets chomped? No, that sounds horrifying.]

No, no chompin'. Hardly any conflict at all. Got a random Other Fleet that comes around, fires at us for a bit, beats us, then runs off, but other'n that the only thing really dangerous is the lack off coffee an' the boredom.

[Ohgawd, the boredom, Logan.

And because she knows better:] So far, anyway.

The hell kind of reality show puts us all somewhere to be bored? At least Mojo provides something for us to knock around.

[Not that he was looking to go back to Mojoverse anytime soon.

But... at least there were things to beat up.]

[Mojo? Okay...]

Can't figure that out myself. Most folks here are even nice.

[Who wants to watch a show about nice people? What is this, the 90s?]

Now that's suspicious.

[Nice people? In space? On a reality show?]

What happened to I ain't here to make friends bit?

I've got no idea. But I swear, there can't be more'n a dozen truly obnoxious people on board. [And she's dating one of them.] It's bizarre. But it was like that in the last place I was too.

Last place you were in?

[This sounds like retreading the same thing as with Kitty. It had been a prison for her.]

Luceti. There were wings an' mad scientists an' spirits involved. Plus - war. Definitely wasn't as peaceful as this place. Had its downtime, though.

[How's that for a thorough description?]

Wings? Buffalo style or Angel style?

[Because... the former would be pretty good right now.]

Angel style. But smaller an' a heck of a lot more useless.

[Still slightly bitter over walking around with a giant vulnerability on her back for five years, thanks. It probably didn't help that her wings had been broken, shot through, and torn. The fleet was much better for her overall health, it seemed.]

... you had the wings?

[He thought that maybe it was just some general oddity of the world. But imagining Rogue with tiny Cupid wings... well, that was worth a chuckle cleverly disguised as a grunt.]

[Oh, laugh it up. She rolled her eyes at him.]

Everybody had the wings. [Grumbled:] Took me a month ta get my proper balance back after showin' up here.

Must've been there a decent long time to need that.

[The important thing was that he never had to imagine himself with wings.]

Five years, give or take. [She pauses, considering whether or not to inform him of his own Pokemon themed wings, but decides his presence in Luceti wasn't really a complication this conversation needed.] A lot happened.

[As it would tend to, but hopefully he'll be able to take that as code for Not a Lot of It Was Good and I Have Been Changed by the Experience without her having to go into detail.]

S'long time.

[His own team had all been put through their share of trials, but five years was a long time. It did a lot to define a person. It was something to remember anyway.]

You miss it?

Luceti? [Miss... Luceti. Her instinctive response was 'Heck no,' but at the same time...] Parts of it, I guess.

People. My horse. Blue sky. Havin' somethin' ta do. [...] Not the experiments, or the war, or the barrier.

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