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Who: Ororo and you
Broadcast: Fleetwide video
Action: On the Marsiva
When: Right now!

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[ The video feed clicks on as Ororo wakes, with the sound of her cape's wrist bangles clattering against whatever assorted metal fixtures there are on the bed as she gets to her feet. It's quiet aside from the background noise of the Hospitality Deck, with Ororo silently assessing the situation she'd found herself in. Was it a kidnapping? She could see the void of stars and space through the large window - had she been pulled into another intergalactic issue? Ororo frowned, the sparks of lightning crawling along her skin making the video feed flicker with static. ]

[ Assuming that there were other X-Men with her here somewhere (nine times out of ten they were pulled into these things together), she decided to go looking for them and regroup... or at least find someone on the Deck to question. She takes the communicator with her just because it looked useful, but neglects to switch it off or anything - so between brief moments of static from her lightning, it happens to pick up her movement and voice as she mutters to herself: ]

By the Goddess, I do not have time for this. I have a school to run!

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[Well how about that. It's almost a damn reunion here. Though this is certainly a retro look for Ororo. He hasn't seen her with that haircut in a few years. That was odd.]

You're in space, 'Ro. Don't go fryin' the circuitboards trying to get off.

[... Somehow she's barely surprised to hear his voice, even from her communicator. She looks at him through the tiny device.]

A little lightning has never hurt any space-worthy craft we've been in before, Logan. [Said a bit haughtily; she's still peeved about this whole situation.] And whoever's taken us this time will just have to deal with it, regardless of their intentions of bringing us here.

Well, you're more'n welcome to keep it up. Just try'n remember the ship is what's keeping the air in.

[Maybe possibly rolling her eyes a little bit here. Unlike some people, Ororo doesn't let her powers run away with her temper 100% of the time.]

- What little there is of it, at any rate. [She sighs; she doesn't particularly relish space travel and its recycled air.] Where are you, Logan? Is there anyone else with you?

Out on another station called the Starlight. I'd meet ya, but there ain't no gettin' off the Marsiva 'til your number's up. As for the local roster... well, we ain't alone.

Anyone we know of that would cause us particular concern? [She's heard about the fellow X-Men here, but it's not unheard of to have some enemies with them on this sort of adventures.]

[He hasn't been told about Loki and Magneto yet - so no. Though he did get stabby with Azula...]

There's some from the X-Men, some from the Avengers. Ain't all of 'em from the same 'verse. I might not be the Logan you know.

[Oh... That's a sobering thought, enough that she's a bit upset by it. She'd been particularly relieved to know that he was around. But how to work something like this out?]

Would it help if I asked what your last memory of me was?

[He scratches at his chin thoughtfully.]

Last time I saw you, I was leavin' the institute to settle some personal business. Kind of stuff I didn't want the X-Men involved in. Before that, we'd been dealin' with that shitshow in space hosted by that asshole Kaga.

[She's silent for a pretty long while. The name wasn't familiar to her anymore (these one-off villains tend to bleed into each other after a while) but space missions tended to be memorable.]

... I think I remember him. We were with Scott and Henry then, weren't we? [She can't help but sound more than a bit surprised. They hadn't been a full team in a long time.]

[He nods, considering.

I think I remember him. He was like her when it came to missions bleeding together, but all that mess with the brood and organic sentinels was recent and just a little bit memorable.]

... ya make it sound like it was a while back for you.

It has been a while. A lot has happened since then for me. [So much that she doesn't even know where she'd even begin if he were to ask.]

[Still, that means this isn't quite the Logan she knows. She can't help but feel a bit disappointed.]

Well, people rememberin' stuff I don't kinda makes it feel like old times.

[Frustrating as hell. But familiar. And something he can live with. Future X-Men isn't exactly a new one for him.]

[She winces a bit in sympathy.] I'm sorry, I know that can't be easy for you.

[But one upside to this was that he still had his healing factor. So that was one less thing to worry about. Hopefully.]

... Whatever the case, it is still good to see you, Logan. I know I'd rather face yet another Shi'ar mission with you rather than without.

[He doesn't let it bother him all that much. This? This is the kind of stuff X-Men just had to deal with.]

Ya know that feeling's mutual, 'Ro. Pretty sure this ain't Shi'ar, though. Their food is better.

The food here isn't too bad. Aside from the unsettling lack of other people, this ship is actually rather nice for a temporary prison.

[She's just waiting for the week to be over already.]

That's cuz yer getting the good stuff now. If yer lucky, ya might get to visit the other station before the fleet takes off.

[He's earned a few credits here and there. He might even be willing to spend them on her.]

That's where you are now, isn't it? I will have to go over there if I want to see you and the others. [... Since she assumes that all the X-Men were there together.]

Chances are you'll find most of us that way. Ain't many of us who enjoy being stuffed in those sardine cans. [But all bunched together? Not so much.]

[Don't call the ships sardine cans, Logan! If they're as tiny as he makes them out to be, Ororo's bound to get anxious. For right now, she just frowns.]

Then I suppose I will see you at the end of the week.

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