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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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Logan!

[It's out before she can stop herself. It's obviously not her Logan. He still has both his hands which is a pretty clear indication unless he's from before that fight with Summers. But no one is ever from her world. It's still good to see him.

She just hopes he doesn't need to ask who she is.]

[Eh? It's only now he even notices there's even a comm device. He picks it up, gives it a suspicious once over, and immediately recognizes who is on the other side. The haircut is a little different, but he knows her when he sees her.]

You too, huh? [Well, he's pleased to see her. Among those he knows he can trust and rely on, Kitty is pretty high on the list.]

[The recognition makes her smile softly.]

Me too. A little over a week ago.

[There's a lot to explain, but she just wants to be happy to see him for a minute.]

Good. So maybe you can catch me up.

[He's not big on happy reunions or anything, besides it's not like he hasn't talked to her recently anyway. Even on his wildest off the grid missions, it's not like he doesn't have a cell phone.]

We've been taken by the Atroma who never show themselves to star in a reality show where you're paid for how entertaining you are. You'll be shuffled onto one of the ships in the fleet and given a position based on whatever information they upload to you through the augment that's been implanted in the back of your neck. Trying to remove it is supposed to take whatever your top level of pain tolerance is and kick it up from there.

[It's a lot and with anyone else she's be going slower and letting them process and breaking down parts they might not understand, but this is Logan even if she doesn't really have any idea what that means for him.]

[Oh, it was just starting to be one big happy family, wasn't it? However, before Remy even thought of commenting he took awhile to get a good look at the older man, to see if it was the Logan from his world (and raising the risks of being gutted), or another (and still possibly having the risk of being gutted).

Maybe appealing to the man's normal tastes would help.] Ain't goin' to be the only thing ya complain 'bout, got limited supplies of smokes 'nd alcohol 'round these parts, 'nd ya don't strike me as a homme big on restraint.

[He touches the back of his neck and sure enough, there it is. He considers for a moment trying to remove it, but her warning gives him pause. He'll do it sometime when he's not alone.]

... shit, this ain't some Mojoverse is it?

[Not that he would begrudge a good cage fight, but he really just had too much shit going on to deal with this level of reality television bullshit that Mojo liked to put them up to.]

Mojo...? [Right.] This is probably also the time to tell you I'm not the version of Kitty you know. They pull people in from alternate realities. Also different planets and time periods.

[She's still glad to see you though.]

My Logan's missing a hand.

[Video feeds are unreliable, but Gambit sure does look young in this feed here. Maybe he's imagining things, though.]

That ain't the kind of news I was lookin' to hear, cajun. Not unless ya've managed to collect enough to share.

[Well. Space AGAIN could mean...

But it wasn't long before she'd snooped on Kitty's feed and... it wasn't.

Rogue's feed blinks on, only for a moment, and then off for quite a bit longer.]

[He sits on that knowledge a fair bit. This isn't all that groundbreaking of news. Hell, once it was even Kitty herself who was sent back in time from a dystopian future ruled by Sentinels - a future from which Rachel Summers even traveled back from. She wasn't the only member of the X-Men to hail from some other timeline or universe.

He pinches the ridge of his nose between his eyes and lets loose a sigh.]

Well ain't that a kick in the pants. My whole hand, huh? Usually it comes back.

[Ok, no snarling, at least towards Remy, that was a good sign.] Well, 'm down to m' last two smokes, so I ain't sharin' those with ya, savin' those for special occasions, but luck would have it ya have arrived after two dear shipmates of ours have opened their own bars. Maybe not as much variety as ya use to, but can't really complain.

Or ya could get lucky 'nd try 'nd get sponsorship from one of our lovely viewers, 'nd hopefully not luck out 'nd get a shipment of cheese flavored beer or turkey whiskey.

[Fortified, she returned to at least introduce herself.]

How many times does this make space for you?

[Hi, Logan.

Who is not her Logan.

Ugh, maybe she shouldn't even have tagged in.]

[You know, when he puts it like that...]

... those don't sound half bad. I thought sponsors were s'posed to keep ya from drinkin', though. [Wrong kind of sponsor, Logan.]

[Smirking a bit.] You really shouldn't make a habit of losing them so you can know things like that.

[Though it does make it wonder why her Logan's didn't? Maybe that cap he put on it was a really bad idea? Maybe something about what the optic blast did to the tissue? It doesn't really matter now.]

[Now there's a southern drawl he recognizes. After Gambit, he's paying attention. Younger than he's used to. Sort of like when he first met her back when the team was still a fledgling thing. Still, he ain't gonna begrudge differences just yet.]

Hell if I ever kept count. Seems like it ought to be a dozen by now.

Losin' things just happens to be one of those things I'm best at. [Which as long as he doesn't dwell on that sad fact, then it's just a meaningless comment.] Shame, though. If ya've been training with a me with only one arm, ya must only be half a badass as my own Kitty, eh?

[Or not. Hell, he's just fishing to see what she has to say about that.]

[Hey, she is 24, thank you very much. Though when you're 150ish, it's kind of understandable how 'younger' would just blend together.]

Ain't nearly that many for me. Though I will say this space's a sight better'n the last one.

[Yeah, still avoiding saying his name or doing a proper welcome. Still considering just signing off.

This sucked.]

[He doesn't need to be an empath to sense this less than warmer reception. Maybe all the shit he's pulled off lately would justify that. Or maybe it's cuz whoever she's expecting, it ain't him. Story of his life, really.]

Kinda all looks the same t' me. Bunch of stars that ain't always lined up right.

[He searches the sky and... yeah, shit. Not a single constellation he recognizes.]

[That got a chuckle from him over the comm.] This ain't AA cher, 'long as ya make sure the logo be pointed to the cameras, wherever the be, they don't care. Though, if their design is to get people drunk, ya be the worse person to advertise liquor with.

[Although now Remy was getting curious, which was always a dangerous thing. Maybe it was due to Kitty's arrival not that long ago and learning about what happened in her world, but he wanted to know what to expect with this Logan.] So I take it ya 'nd the 'cajun' get 'long in ya world. [Him and cats, but hopefully not with the same outcome.]

[Sponsors like that, huh? Logan wasn't exactly looking to accessorize his costume with brand logos just yet. The X and the A were about the only logos he was willing to sport. Still, it's something to chew on.

This obviously ain't the Gambit he knows. Just like with Kitty.] Depends on what ya call gettin' along. I ain't had no reason to smack him around anytime recent.

Last time I was in space, there weren't any stars.

[She lets that hang there for a moment before deciding, quite literally, the hell with it.]

Button on your left encrypts the feed.

[There, an invitation.]

[That first comment is the story of her life. Crochet it on a pillow, it's done. So, it definitely seems sad and a bit heavy to her, but then he has to go and challenge her.]

You're welcome to see for yourself. They did take my claws at arrival though. [What? She can't be the only Kitty who fights with strap-on claws, right?]

[Well, it's not always easy to weird up someone on weird when they live in 616. But space without stars is pretty appropriately fucked up.

He switches on the encryption.]

Looks like there's some 'verse mismatching going on here. I'm hopin' wherever yer from, yer still a part of the X-Men.

Claws, huh? [Now that's gotta be a sight to see.] Ain't anyone got any originality left?

[In the last year or two he's had to deal with finding out about both X-23 and Daken, never mind all those that have come before them.

And now Kitty is strapping on claws too. Jesus wept.]

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