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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

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Oh is that the dividing line?

[molotov]

Of course.

[slicesanddices.livejournal.com]

I'll keep that in mind.

[molotov]

Besides, capes tend to make people look like insufferable assholes. Take Captain Sunshine, for example. I have heard that he is doing more than mentoring his young ward.

[Yes, this is Molotov's universe.]

[slicesanddices.livejournal.com]

I hope that's just an unfortunate nickname.

[molotov]

Nyet.

[slicesanddices.livejournal.com]

Interesting world you got there.

[molotov]

Not as interesting as yours.

[slicesanddices.livejournal.com]

That's one word for it.

[molotov]

Oh come now. You cannot call a world of mutants and crazy, unchecked villains uninteresting.

[slicesanddices.livejournal.com]

S'pose you're right. Keeps us on our toes, at least.

[molotov]

And just think of the dreadful boredom they keep you from.

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I've never really had to worry 'bout that.

[molotov]

Exactly.

[slicesanddices.livejournal.com]

Gettin' stuck here seems to be just up my alley, in that case.

[molotov]

It is probably calmer here than it is in your world.

[slicesanddices.livejournal.com]

Haven't had a chance to tell yet.

[molotov]

You will know soon enough.

[slicesanddices.livejournal.com]

Lucky me.

[molotov]

[Molotov makes a dismissive noise] It is not just you. Everyone here goes through it.

[slicesanddices.livejournal.com]

I'll manage.

[molotov]

I am sure you will.

[slicesanddices.livejournal.com]

There a reason you came out here in the first place?

[molotov]

I told you, I like high places.

[slicesanddices.livejournal.com]

Right. So you said.