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01. [Action / Voice]

[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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[Ow! Kurt winces at being pulled down like that. Not cool!]

Oww, easy man! My watch is at home. Didn't Rogue tell you? This is like, weirdo-ville. No one cares about fuzzy dudes here.

What do you mean your watch is at home? ["No one cares" is not a concept that makes any sense at all in Scott's opinion. The mansion is lying in rubble, the very idea of going back to school sends half of the younger kids breaking out into hives, and Kurt wants to talk about nobody caring? There's mutant pride, and then there's suicide.]

What kind of community is this? [He turns his attention to Rogue now, because she really should have been making sure Kurt didn't do anything stupid.]

The kind where everythin's free an' the general populace is made up a bunch of goody-two-shoes... an' supervillains. There doesn't seem ta be much space in between.

[Speaking of everything being free... feel like putting a shirt on? Anytime soon? Sometime... you know, soon?]

[Yeah, Kurt is going to throw a shirt at Scott's head. That's for shoving!]

What she said. I haven't used my watch in forever, man. I barely even make the Top Ten in weird around here.

[All right ALL RIGHT FINE he'll be tugging that shirt over his head. The shoving was very warranted though!] You're both losing me. I thought this was supposed to be some kind of giant jail.

[Also hold on this shirt thing isn't as easy as it looked at first.] ...Either one of you want to give me a little help with the wings?

[Ugh, she hates you, Scott Summers.

Rogue moves over to him, somehow unable to picture Kurt helping. At least he grabbed a shirt with the slots.]

This might be a touch... sensitive.

[Focus, focus, focus -

Which she can do. Because there's a lot to concentrate on, in touching someone's wings, let alone someone's new wings, but also in making sure to actually touch as little as possible.

Which means the explanation on how low you've fallen on the list of weird is back to you, Kurt.]

[Kurt swishes his tail a bit. He was going to offer to put some holes into the shirt, but far be it for him to interrupt... whatever it is those two are doing. He turns away to look at some hats, while explaining away.]

Maybe it helps to think less jail and more penal colony, yeah? We're like Australia, only with less dangerous wildlife.

[He can't help but glance backward at Rogue's fussing, mostly because there really shouldn't be that much sensation coming out of his back like that. What are you doing back there, woman?]

When you put it that way, it sounds almost comfortable.

[...she's putting the wings through the holes on the shirt, boys. That's it. It's not her fault that new appendages tend to be a touch raw, let alone the wings themselves have this habit of being ridiculously sensitive.

There. Done. She steps back.]

Did we mention the wildlife talks?

Yeah. But they're not very interesting for conversation.

[Oh, this is a cool hat. But. Kurt doesn't put it on. He turns right back around.] Did Rogue mention everyone who is here yet?

[Sensitive isn't the word for it. It's like she's running her fingers along nerve endings he didn't even know he had. Maybe it would've been better to let Kurt handle that part.]

Okay, that's all nice and everything, but what about going home? And what does Storm have to say about all this? [So the answer to Kurt's second question would be 'yes', though the information didn't exactly come from Rogue herself.]

[Right, because it wouldn't be weird to have Kurt give you those sensations.

...and oh gosh, let's just not let her know about this whole thing, mmkay?

And... here we get to the part she knows he's really not going to like.]

If there was anythin' we coulda done ta get home by now, we would've tried it. Kurt's been here even longer'n I have, Storm's been here an' home an' back once already. We can't do anything ta change what's goin' on unless we can get out of the barrier. And not even Kitty could phase through it.

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Almost a year and a half.

[A little taller, a little more fit, and a little more... eye glowing. Good times.]

We don't go home unless the Malnosso send us back. Until then... we just wait.

We just wait? [No. No, see. "we just wait" isn't generally part of the X-vocabulary. Did Kurt's brain get scrambled when his eyes started glowing?] You're telling me there's no way to contact the Professor from here?

[A glance at Kurt.] Scott, near as we can tell we're not just on another world. When we get here our timeline back home... freezes. The last thing you remember you were in Mexico.

[A deep breath, and Rogue sets her shoulders. That was before... before she found out about Mystique and lost control of her psyches. Before Scott and Jean got together. Before Apocalypse. Before she'd ended Mystique. Before they'd come for her in New Orleans. That was so far back, everything still felt innocent, she'd felt hope and like she had a chance with him and with... a lot of things back then.

But that was over now.]

The last thing I remember from back home I was on the Blackbird flyin' back from New Orleans.

Rogue is from a few weeks in my future. [He won't say more than that, though. Some things Scott doesn't need to know about. Not yet.]

The other X-Men don't even know we're gone. The professor wouldn't even know to try to look for us, yeah?

[All of this is a lot to process. His first instinct is to just suspect Mystique is trying to mess around with him more, but not even Mystique is talented enough to mimic two of his friends at once.]

So we're trapped in some intergalactic Australia with no way to call for help until scientists we don't get to see decide to send us home? [Today has been so weird.]

Yup. [Well. If you want to stick with the stuff that's easier to understand.[ That's about the size of it.

And that's just what it says in the brochure. It gets better. [Sarcastically. No, it gets worse.]

[Siiiigh. He'll just start moseying in the direction of outerwear. Ugh, his wings are way too sore to handle being bundled up in a coat for long. It's also really weird to think of the wings as his own.]

How much better?

On a scale of one ta ten?

[A glance at Kurt.]

Twenty? Would you say twenty?

Maybe a nineteen. In the summer, anyway.

Great. And does this nineteen have anything to do with what's happened to Kurt's eyes?

[...and there went her good humor. This look is - withdrawn and concerned.]

[... ah. He knew this would come up. He's quiet for a bit, looking down, so as not to make his eyes obvious. He tries really hard not to think about that anymore.]

They did some kind of experiment on me. I think it triggered my mutation. My eyes have been like this for months now. I can see in the dark better than ever, almost as clear as day. That and I'm nearly invisible in the dark, when I want to be. It's... not as bad as it could be.

[He's thinking of Spyke. He could compare himself to Spyke, but that hasn't even happened to Scott yet.]

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