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Who: Ororo and you
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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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[A moment of surprise -- He was your nephew! -- before Rogue is just able to manage to not say that.] Spyke. Yeah. Yeah, he was.

[She catches that flash of surprise - so she frowns and tries to connect that name to a face, a friend, something...]

Hmm. Perhaps he went by another name or alias in my world. [She frowns apologetically. It's as close to an apology as she can get.]

Maybe. [If that was different, how much was different?] Ya wanna run me through the particulars? Or are ya joinin' up with someone who's world's already represented here?

Not yet, I'm afraid. I haven't quite determined what these 'particulars' might even be. [She smiles warily. The names are the same, but there was also a lot of differences. Even seeing Kurt, despite knowing how fickle death can be, has thrown her in for a loop.]

There are about [Jim's, Carter's, Kate's, Logan's, Kitty's, hers, Orion's... shoot, was she missing anybody? She should really start keeping notes.] ...six or seven versions of our kind of Earth here. Tons of versions of other Earths. We're comic books in some of 'em.

[So don't be surprised if you're fanboyed.]

[Ororo's just nodding.]

Six or seven - that is a little more than what we are used to dealing with at a time, usually we have about three or four at a time. [Heck, with Rachel, Bishop and Cable around, it's four on a regular day isn't it? Anything new just adds to it.]

I will have to ask around, then. Hopefully one of these six or seven shares a homeworld with me.

An' just how are you gonna know? [But really, it's not her way to beat around the bush if she had questions she felt were worth asking.] What's happening in your world?

Mmm. [What a loaded question. Where should she even start?]

Well, I've come back to the school, for one thing. Kitty's asked me to take her place as headmistress, so currently Logan and I are running things.

[Wait, what?]

Kitty's headmistress? Logan's runnin' the school? What happened ta the professor?

[Was her world the only one when Charles Xavier actually started the X-Men?]

Logan opened a new school, and Charles would give him advice whenever necessary. [ which... was pretty often, in the school's early days... ] Kitty helped him run it.

[ That didn't sound too vague, did it? The finer, missing details would be picked up by those who did come from her universe. Or so she hopes, anyway. ]

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