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[When Scott had last been aware, he'd been somewhere near the deserts of Mexico. Where in Mexico, he couldn't be sure, though there'd certainly been enough heat and sand to last a lifetime. It simply made no sense to pass out and wake up in a snowpile, more underdressed than he'd been in the summer sun. It's an understatement to call Scott alarmed. He scrambled to his feet, ears straining for the sound of something other than the whistling wind of a cold breeze. It must have been the fight he'd had with Mystique. He'd obviously lost, and she'd had him shipped to a different corner of the globe instead. Is she planning to keep abandoning him in different places until the elements kill him outright? He doubts he'll last long in sub-zero conditions without even a blanket to insulate him.

No. Scott decides instantly that he isn't in the mood to die today. Nothing good comes from pessimism. He'd found people in the bowels of a foreign country before, and he'll just have to do it again here too. Judging by the temperature, there might at least be some Inuit family that might be willing to share their igloo.]

Hello? [He ventures a greeting cautiously, and dares to crack a single eye open to see if there's some sort of civilization nearby. The small gesture alone sends a bright red beacon ripping through the flurrying snow -- hopefully not into anyone's personal property. There seemed to be some manmade structures just off to the left of the snapshot image he'd gotten. It wasn't enough of a visual to notice the journal lying open at his feet, but he isn't really in much of a reading mood anyway.]

I-is... anyone there? [He tries it again, more assertive now despite the telltale shiver in his tone. If there's at least one house, then there has to be people somewhere. With people come options. Maybe they'll have a phone he can use to call the mansion and get help sent out, or perhaps they'd at least have a first-aid kit and would be nice enough to patch up whatever injury was causing that bone-deep pain in his shoulderblades. If nothing else, hopefully the people here speak English.]

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Nothing hurt but my pride. [He smiles sheepisly, though it makes his flushed face ache.]

How far are you?

[She judges it as best she can.]

About ten minutes. I'll see if I can cut it some.

[In other words, she'll start running.]

Thanks, Rogue. I trust you.

[Enough that he sinks down the remainder of the way, huddling into a trembling person-ball. Please don't be Mystique.]

[And so in due time, Rogue runs up to the field where the Malnosso plopped him. She calls out, lightly winded from the run.]

Scott? I'm here.

[She can't... quite believe that he is, though.]

[Oh, he's here. What's left of him, at least. He's pale and trembling, with a dusting of snow tangled into his hair. He looks up at the sound of her voice, though his eyes remain desperately squeezed closed.]

R-Rogue? What's happening here?

[Her heart squeezes painfully, and she rushes over the rest of the way.

Glasses first.

That's how she'd want it.]

Here.

[And Rogue carefully slips them on over his face, taking in the sight of him him without them as rare and special as always and-] I can't believe you're here!

[If he opens his eyes, he'll see she's already in the process of unfolding the blanket. And might have. Forgotten her coat inside as she ran out to find him. Opps.]

[It's a comfort to have the familiar frames caress his ears and nose again after being caught without them for so long. He opens his eyes tentatively at first, prepared to shut them again case it didn't work.

Okay. Rogue doesn't seem to be dying. Moreover, she appears to be Rogue. A slow smile spreads over his face, and it's only through restraint that he keeps from hugging her tightly and confirming her solidity.]

It's you.

[Thump-thump goes her heart.]

Yeah. [She reaches over to spread the blanket over his shoulders.] The one an' only.

[And it's... really you too.]

[A beat of silence where she is too perilously close to him before she pulls back, tries to put her guard back up.]

C'mon, let's get you movin' towards town.

[He clutches the offered blanket around himself and tries to focus primarily on standing upright and not collapsing directly into Rogue's arms. She's not wearing enough to compensate for the weather. He'd make an issue out of it, but it's been a long enough day and Rogue isn't visibly bleeding. That is a tangent. Focus, Summers.]

So I met some of your friends through that book. B-been here that long?

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[No, she isn't wearing enough to compensate for the weather. She is, however, wearing a black ribbed turtle neck sweater which could generously be called "tight," and dark gray corduroys and her combat boots, so she should be safe to get close to-

All that skin...]]

Little over a year, now. [Not what she likes to think about.] Try not ta think about it. Just put your arm over my shoulders an' let's get movin'.

That long?

[When he does rest an arm around her, she seems stable. Good. It means he doesn't have to feel bad about leaning on her as heavily as he is now. Rogue's solid enough to take it.]

How?

[This is... very bizarre. She looks straight ahead in order to keep her focus where it should be.]

Would ya believe evil alien scientists?

All things considered? Not the strangest thing I've ever heard, no.

[Theirs is a universe that includes Forge and spontaneous dinosaur-inhabited hell dimensions, after all.]

[...do you really have to be so naked and reasonable and naked, Scott?]

Yeah, well, hang on. It just gets weirder.

I'm all ears.

[Yes.

Also naked.]

[Focus, Rogue, focus.]

I don't know where ta start... this place is called Luceti. Everyone here gets sorta... sucked in from different worlds. We're inside a barrier that cuts our powers in half. There's plenty of food an' water - everything's free. We just hafta put up with village-wide experiments an' being sent out ta fight their battles for 'em. And no, no one's been able ta get out.

[He nods - he's heard most of that from people in the journal already.]

What do you mean 'our' powers, though? Are there other mutants here?

Not so's they would say... but there was a while when Superman was here. I got ta speak ta Batman once. Met a kid who was green an' could shapeshift into any animal he wanted... an' then there's the gal who can heal with her powers an' create water out of thin air, not ta mention the magic users... There are people here from every world you've ever thought of, an' some you haven't.

[...]

Kurt an' I actually got ta rescue Scotty once.

[Not that Star Trek was her thing, but she knows how you and Kurt used to kid about that.]

[Yeah. Kurt bamfed in halfway through Rogue's last spiel. Too late for confirming that his own presence is another mutant. But enough for the Scotty bit.]

I got to meet the original teleporter. Way cool, yeah?

[Totally the best way to make an entrance.]

[JESUS KURT give a guy some warning. Scott jumps at the sudden entrance, releasing Rogue entirely once he gets a good look at exactly who it is. He's not about to get caught slouched all over Rogue while in the presence of someone who'd get into teasing him about it.]

Kurt -- you're here too? I just saw you this morning!

Gah!

[And she immediately misses the warmth of his arm around her shoulders.]

Kurt!

[Not important. Priorities, Rogue.]

'bout time you got here. Can ya get him to the Clothes Shop, straight away?

[Inside, shelter, clothes - and heck, distance and time for her to collect herself. Not bad things.]

I'll catch up with ya.

[Wow, it's like he busted in on something intimate, which stands out all the more with their sudden reaction. He can't even hide his toothy grin. Also, now that he's standing up straight, those two glowing eyes are sticking out now.]

Ahh, well, it's been a lot longer for me, man. [To Rogue:] I could just take both of you at once, yeah?

[NOTHING INTIMATE. He wasn't being needy or vulnerable or anything. Also Kurt what is wrong with your face.]

A lot longer, from the look of it.

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