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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.]

[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.

[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.]

[This one might look a bit more clearly different than you remember, Logan...]

Wolverine? Now there's a sight for sore eyes!

[No, he still isn't resorting to eavesdropping on the other conversations.]

That's a very nice summation of what I think everyone feels when they wake up on that thing.

_{[ Seriously, he's impressed. It takes a certain talent to compress the whole concept of this place into three words. ]}

A veteran, are we?

[ of space. perhaps she shouldn't be so surprised. plenty of others had experience well beyond her wildest imaginations. ]

Huh.

They let you keep the ..

[Clint made cat-claw gestures with his hands, more indicating ferocity than Mr. Bub's particular brand of lacerators.]

[ okay, this looks bad.

kate bishop has spent the better part of the last two hours roaming the marsiva, feeling quite fed-up with the new agey elevator feel of the whole damn place. like a genius bar had an unplanned pregnancy with an ikea. but with an unhappy lack of swedish meatballs. (or swedish hunks or swedish massages or swedish anythings, really).

except by now she'd come across some prosaic looking gym-equipment and tried (without any success) to take it apart in case she needs some sorta makeshift weapon. and it's during her hunt to find a makeshift tool to pry apart the equipment that she finds... ]

Wolverine. [ kate stands there, one hand on her hip while he goes to town on the wall. ordinarily, she might have been annoyed by the noise. but today all she sees is an opportunity. at least she looks fairly normal: cut-off jeans and an over-sized pastel button-down. sunglasses, too. ] Hm. Gimme a mo' while I decide whether you being here makes this more or less distressing.

[ am i dead? ]

Edited 2016-02-13 21:04 (UTC)

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