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[Another day, another Danger Room session. Logan’s decided to make things really interesting for you guys today, and had the computer analyze reports about the fights against Riful, Legato, etc. from the other week and duplicate the circumstances while adding in some... tweaks here and there. It’s a test of their ability to not sabotage themselves by falling into expectations, when “Legato” suddenly pulls out a cybertronic laser blaster in his shoulder, and so on.

But before all that fun gets started, he’s got an announcement to make.

He gathers everybody out on the floor, taking a few puffs off his cigar as he waits for the last of the actual small X-Men team to arrive.]

Figured I’d let everybody know. Team’s got a new member.

[Who could it be? One of the mutants/magic wielders/powered folks who’ve been busting their butts training alongside the X crowd for weeks now?

Yeahhhh, not so much. The doors slide open again and Logan tips his cigar in that direction.]

Speaking of whom...

[And one Deadpool saunters in, his usual grin plastered on his masked face.]

Well how about that! I’m on time. For the most part. What’s a couple of minutes between teammates, huh? Were you about to introduce me Logan? That’s so nice of you. So yeah, I’m Deadpool if he didn’t get to that part. I kick ass and don’t die. Isn’t this going to be so much fun?

[You poor, poor things.]

[ooc; as always, post open for X-men, those training alongside the X-men, etc. etc!]

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THE OBSERVATION BOOTH

[longaevus]

[longaevus]

[ Helen had arrived early, finding the place a little easier than she'd expected and staying to the observation booth as she'd promised - she didn't know much and she wasn't here to interfere either way - she was just here to observe, to see how they worked and what exactly this would be.

She was curious, definitely so, and intrigued ]

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[Logan's up here punching in some last minute shit on the computer, so he turns around, blowing some smoke]

Who're you?

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Helen Magnus. [ And because she's just that good, or at least is with voices ] I presume that you're the one who organised this?

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Guess you could say that.

[longaevus]

I do. And you are? [ Proper etiquette and all. Introductions warrant introductions ]

[autophoenix.livejournal.com]

... We don't all have to wear costumes that lame, do we? [ Sorry, Deadpool, she's just honest. ]

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No costumes. [That's the one damn good thing about being away from those other X-mooks. Deadpool can do whatever he wants though, who the fuck cares.]

[autophoenix.livejournal.com]

Then why is he -- [ exaggerated sigh. ] Fine. Whatever. Your friends are weird.

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Ask him.

[autophoenix.livejournal.com]

Maybe I will. [ A beat. ] He doesn't have hand-claws or anything, does he?

[mouthiness.livejournal.com]

[autophoenix.livejournal.com]

I'm not a kid. And even if I were, insulting me just because I pointed out that your costume's tacky isn't exactly paragon of maturity material either. I was just saying.

THE OBSERVATION BOOTH

[longaevus]

[longaevus]

[ Helen had arrived early, finding the place a little easier than she'd expected and staying to the observation booth as she'd promised - she didn't know much and she wasn't here to interfere either way - she was just here to observe, to see how they worked and what exactly this would be.

She was curious, definitely so, and intrigued ]

[slicesanddices.livejournal.com]

[Logan's up here punching in some last minute shit on the computer, so he turns around, blowing some smoke]

Who're you?

[longaevus]

Helen Magnus. [ And because she's just that good, or at least is with voices ] I presume that you're the one who organised this?

[slicesanddices.livejournal.com]

Guess you could say that.

[autophoenix.livejournal.com]

... We don't all have to wear costumes that lame, do we? [ Sorry, Deadpool, she's just honest. ]

[slicesanddices.livejournal.com]

No costumes. [That's the one damn good thing about being away from those other X-mooks. Deadpool can do whatever he wants though, who the fuck cares.]

[autophoenix.livejournal.com]

Then why is he -- [ exaggerated sigh. ] Fine. Whatever. Your friends are weird.

[slicesanddices.livejournal.com]

Ask him.

[autophoenix.livejournal.com]

Maybe I will. [ A beat. ] He doesn't have hand-claws or anything, does he?

[mouthiness.livejournal.com]

[autophoenix.livejournal.com]

I'm not a kid. And even if I were, insulting me just because I pointed out that your costume's tacky isn't exactly paragon of maturity material either. I was just saying.