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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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"Actually, there's a cafeteria just--" she turned her upper-body, glancing back in the direction from whence she came. It wasn't exactly as gourmet as the stuff she was used to eating -- especially when Papa Bishop took her out to bribe her goodwill with good food -- but as she'd passed by she'd sorta...naturally understood how to squeeze some decent sustenance out of the place.

Well, when in Space-Rome.

"Wanna grab lunch?"

He tilted his head to look back to the cafeteria. The food there he had tried wasn't great, but he'd eaten a whole hell lot worse. It was just his preferred kind of worse was something that was real food - not this synthesized garbage.

He shrugged. "Fine."

One foot in front of the other, he plodded his way to the cafeteria and to where he could fill a plate with what amounted to sustenance.

"Cool," she tries not to hyperventilate. Because she just invited Wolverine to do lunch. Wasn't that just so Avengers-y of her? If Kate's cheeks appear a little flushed, then it has little to do with fluster or modesty. Instead, it's a lot like a small-time musician meeting Madonna. Or Beyoncé. Wolverine, you are the Queen Bey of the superhero world. For once, she was starting to get why Billy and Teddy made such a big deal out of these guys.

Kate's medium height was all in her legs -- and those legs brought her striding back down the hall from whence she came. "I have a really good feeling about the pale green cubes. I think if we chop them up and toss them in some of that darkish coloured gel, and serve it over crushed rice-coloured lumps...we might actually be able to makeshift ourselves a Combo Number A."

Logan took his own time getting where he was going and never felt any particular need to try and quicken his pace to keep up with the more longer limbed people he associated with. It was not lost on him that she certainly seemed elated by his company, which spoke volumes perhaps of how bloated his reputation had become among the costumed crowd.

"Sounds like ya got a better idea of what to do than me. Knock yerself out, kid."

He gestured vaguely to the food counters. He was more than willing to eat whatever she sat in front of him if it meant having slightly more flavor. Too bad his enhanced senses meant that he could taste the fakeness in just about anything.

Somehow, it all just clicked. Kate hopped the self-serve station at the cafeteria and started gathering up globs of protein for her own use. A little bit of this and a little bit of that and (with little more than a plastic knife to help the process) she ends up with something that (if you squint) might be a convincing stand-in for tofu teriyaki over rice and peas. Frankly, she surprised herself.

Kate dropped a plate in front of Wolverine and, with doubt in her voice: "I...don't usually do this sorta thing."

Spoken like a prom queen taking a sip from the rebel's flask. This felt unlike herself.

He said nothing, but only raised an eyebrow as he looked at the rather unappetizing looking results of her labor. Still, he'd eaten things a whole lot slimier looking, so he forked a piece of it and chewed on it thoughtfully. While it was be outright lies to call it great, it tasted about as good as a frozen dinner might - impressive given the limitations of ingredients to work with.

"Not bad. It tastes better'n it looks." As for whether she regularly cooked or not, well that was her business.

"Downright passable."

She speared a forkful of her own portion. Michelin Star dining this ain't, but she could recall a handful of months ago when she'd been so broke in LA that she'd nearly started chowing down on cat-food. The feline she'd been pet-sitting was a picky son of a bitch, and would only eat the stuff with the green label. Like some sorta fool, she always bought the cat's food before her own.

"So." She chewed. She swallowed. "How long've you been here?"

"Well." Logan looked up to one of the large screens showing the time, thought about it a moment, and gave his answer. "'bout two hours."

So, not long at all. And he hadn't even torn everything apart yet. He was being downright civil in fact.

"Me, too. Nearish enough."

Was that a clue? Some kinda simultaneous grab from home. Because she as quick to accept him as being from home, unwilling to entertain another foray into the mayfly dimensions. Kate chased a bit of tofu-looking protein around the plate.

"Hate the music."

"An' here I was trying to block that out." He took a moment to shoot a dirty look in the direction of one of the speakers. It was probably meant to disguise the thumming of the ship's internal mechanisms, but Logan could hear that as well. As if reading her mind though (but he wasn't), he ended up on the subject of the multiverse. "I'm told lots of familiar faces are coming from not so familiar places."

"Alternates? Yeah."

Her shrug was sorta mild. Like she cared, but didn't want to make it obvious that she cared a lot.

"For all we know, you and me might not be from the same address. I don't even know how to begin having that conversation. When any one little decision or action could be different, how can you ever be certain?"

"Ya start with the big stuff. Work your way down." An easy way was to consider perhaps the more outlandish of alternates, that being Kitty's own universe. "Any major supervillains ruling the world where you come from?"

A hard, quick shake of her head. "Not since Osborn was taken down -- and even then, it's not like he ruled the world."

And if anything had happened more recently? Well, Kate wasn't about to start spewing facts that have taken place since the man's demise -- though maybe he'd finally been dragged back from the grips of death. After all, it wasn't unheard of. Or perhaps that was the big difference between their worlds.

She'd wait it out. Investigate a little further.

"I remember that." That was very recent though. "So we'll assume normal America. Who's the current president?"

"Mister Barry O."

Okay, so that wasn't the most respectful way to refer to one's commander-in-chief. But it was a hell of a lot better than the names Derek Bishop tended to use when discussing the current resident of the Oval Office.

Kate, sensing even the slightest possibility for confusion, clarified: "That is, Barack Obama. Has been for a little while."

So same villainous regime, same president, same non-post apocalyptic setting. That was something to work with. The only key here was determining the minute.

"Seems we're on the same page, or close enough. Dog Cops still on the air?"

Here was the dead-eyed look of a young woman who has (too often) walked in on a grown man getting teary over a Dog Cops marathon. Dryly, she answered: "Dude, I don't think it'll ever not be on the air." One, two, three heartbeats. "What about Cap. Who carries the shield?"

The Dog Cops question was the clincher for him. The rest probably was close enough to make the difference too minute to pick apart. Though the question of the shield was particularly relevant. The Superhero Registration Act was still a fresh memory.

"Barnes." He took a chance that she might well know more than a few of the names behind the costumes. "Steve took up the other SHIELD after he came back."

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Damn, but Barnes had looked good with the shield in hand. But that was a whole other thought process, and she was professional enough to set it aside so long as they were discussing serious matters. No mention of Sam Wilson, so (perhaps) no dice that this was some alternate Wolverine who never died.

"Cool," she nodded -- but offered no particular clarification on her own Captain America. But gosh, it drove home how weird it was to be sitting with someone who knew the guy well enough to call him Steve. Even Clint only called him Cap or Captain America when discussing him with Kate. Of course, she knew the history; he must have called him his own damn name to his own damn face. But never so nonchalant with her. "Guess you and me are peas in a pod. So to speak."

"A touch generous, maybe." They were not much in the ways of peas and they weren't sharing any kind of pod. But it did seem a possibility they might be the only two from their own timeline. In the grand scheme of things, he could do with worse. He had nothing in particular against her. She was a rookie, but he'd dealt with greener.

"We oughtta look into the other Avengers. See if they're ours. If not, see that they ain't a bunch of assholes."

"These are Avengers we're talking about," she replied with her lower lip ever-so-slightly jutted. "They're all assholes, regardless of the universe of origin." Kate waggled her fork and (sassy, but not bitter) she pointed at Wolverine. "Present company excepted, just to make sure I don't end up in ribbons."

He snorted in amusement. "Well, assholes that ain't gonna cause us trouble."

"We should be okay. Shouldn't we?" A drop of doubt. "Unless it's those fake-ass Avengers Osborn assembled, back in the day -- 'cause they were bad news."

Maybe she shouldn't so casually vilify Wolverine's son. But it can't be helped: those dudes were villains. They made life exceptionally difficult not only for the Young Avengers, but for anyone trying to fight the good fight.

"Alternate universes. Messy timelines. Who knows who we ended up with, right?"

Logan knew good and well that Daken was scum, but he just happened to be his son. Any insults hurtled that way were well deserved, just as long as that's what they remained. He made no comment on the matter.

"Exactly what I'm gettin' at. Me putting in any trust in you is a gamble."

Hell, she could be a skrull for all he knew. But he'd put his cards on the table and wasn't going to stress what the results were. Too much suspicion and paranoia wasn't in any way productive.

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