002 ✘ [action/voice]

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[While there's a part of him still worried that Phoenix somehow snapped his mind or something, or that he's just hallucinating all this, Logan has been more or less talked down from the notion that this is all in his head.

Which means he attacked and threatened a lot of 'figments of his imagination' who ...weren't after all.   Way to make friends, Logan.  He's hardly about to apologize for it, or explain himself to anybody over the journals.  He's suffered enough public humiliation thanks to Julian's pranking.  

The pain of hearing about Jean's death - even if it was in a world apparently somehow unlike his own - intensifies his own claustrophobic sense of  despondency, stuck here with no plan for how to save her, even if he did get back home.

The whole alternate universe thing is still bugging him.  He knows the possibilities of what he could be like, given different circumstances, different choices.  Seems like other-Wolverine wound up with the X-Men too, though, and that thought's a little heartening.  

Still no word from anyone he remotely recognizes, which leaves him to feel the need to figure out exactly what kind of 'chain of command' he's dealing with around here.  He sits up on the roof, one arm slung across his knee as he looks out over the beautiful landscape.  It's breathtaking out there, he'll give it that.]

This is Wolverine.  [He feels like an idiot, talking to a book, but he sucks it up.]   I wanna hear from any X-Men stuck here, see what kinda numbers we're dealing with.  Who's in charge of the team?

[He sounds much more level-headed now, as if he hadn't shown up and trashed the place, or broken Julian's nose, etc, etc.  

He'd be happy with never speaking about his arrival in general again.  After a moment he adds:]

[Laura / X-23]

I wasn't trying to kill him.

[ooc; open over the journals, or action!spam on the roof]

Comments

[molotov]

Are you from the past? What year are you from?

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2006.

[molotov]

Da, but this is not so far back. [At least not for her, but Molotov generally feels like she is the only person who matters anyway.]

[slicesanddices.livejournal.com]

They're from five years down the line.

But a lot can happen in five years.

[molotov]

Of course. And all of these people claim to be X-Men?

[slicesanddices.livejournal.com]

Some of 'em, yeah.

[molotov]

You make conversation fairly difficult.

[slicesanddices.livejournal.com]

You wanted me to write you a book on the subject?

[molotov]

Of course not. But you should get used to talking -- there is not all that much else to do here. At least, when we aren't under attack.

[slicesanddices.livejournal.com]

I'm better with the latter situation.

[molotov]

Most people here seem to be. But that only happens every other month, usually.

[slicesanddices.livejournal.com]

Guess peace and quiet's got its virtues too.

[molotov]

Da, but those virtues are best felt in a world where one has something to do all day. [Molotov lights up a cigarette] Do yourself a favor and figure out a hobby.

[slicesanddices.livejournal.com]

Already got a few.

Plus, I've got a mess of kids to train.

[molotov]

You... train children? For what?

[slicesanddices.livejournal.com]

Figure of speech, really. They're all far from actually bein' kids. Teenagers, at least.

They're all X-Men. The only ones we've got around here, other than me, apparently.

[molotov]

So the X-Men is a team consisting of teenagers and... you? [This explains what Guido told her!]

[slicesanddices.livejournal.com]

Back home, it's not. But we're a little short on personnel here.

[molotov]

Less mutants than you are used to? Or just not enough who are happy to see you?

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None that I actually know.

[molotov]

So I take it you have spoken to them.

[slicesanddices.livejournal.com]

They sorta rolled out the welcome wagon.

[molotov]

Mm, and you do seem like the kind of man who would be perfectly accepting of being kidnapped, then confronted by strangers claiming to know you.

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S'like you know me already.

[molotov]

I do have a talent for reading people.