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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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[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.]

[He frowns deeply, considering the concept of experimentation. Of how this is suddenly worst case scenario in terms of mutant-human relations, where they're reduced to lab rats, and -- and exactly what he'd condemned Mystique to experience. Heh. Of course this would be part of her revenge. Who knew she had access to a place like this?]

Does it hurt?

[Again. Not her story.

But she is watching closely.]

[A shake of the head.]

No. It never did.

[He claps Kurt on the shoulder.] Then at least there's that.

And for everything else, we'll just have to keep trying. We're X-Men. We don't give up. [Even if it's taken over a year.]

[...yeah. She kind of missed that attitude of his.]

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[Wow. It's been awhile since he heard one of those.

Naturally he must give Scott a hard time.]

Of course. But ah, maybe we should save the encouragement for after shopping, yeah?

[People are gonna stare!]

[One of what? That wasn't even a real speech! That was like.. A speechette.]

According to you guys, that's hardly the weirdest thing that goes on here.

[So, so dryly. And not looking at him.]

Yeah, an' white linen makes a great fashion statement when it's wet an' cold outside.

[Be thankful for that blanket, Scott. You were leaving very little to the imagination.]

[Okay, Kurt can't not laugh at that. Look at this Scott. Look at how well these two are getting on. This is how long you've been gone!]

[....Okay that's strange. Since when are the two of them so chummy?]

All right, all right! I get it! [He holds up his palms, surrendering all the way over to pants.] What kind of living space is available here, anyway? [And what are the chances Scott can wrangle his own room out of the deal?]

They've got apartment buildings an' houses. We've claimed House 16.

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We even have an empty room, just for you.

Don't tell me our mysterious scientist overlords told you I was coming.

[YES. Not having to share is the best kind of arrangement! Neither Rogue nor Kurt have been around long enough to remember exactly how long he had to fight for his prime intramansion real estate, but THESE THINGS ARE IMPORTANT.]

Naw. They ain't that courteous.

[This is starting to - finally - sink in. He's really here. She'd wanted him to be here so much for so many reasons but finally... she didn't have to be in charge any more. She'd be able to talk to him. He'd be here...

She really shouldn't be feeling glad about this.]

We just ah... picked a big house. Kind of big. It's no X-Mansion. But it's cozy, yeah?

[Even cozier with snow out there.]

You guys mentioned Kitty before... Just how many of us have come and gone since you've been here? [And why hasn't anyone alerted the professor before now?]

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