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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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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?]

...just Kitty and Ororo from our version of us.

[But then. There was the Professor. And Magneto. And the Professor and Magneto. And Jubilee. And Gambit.

Consulting glance towards Kurt.]

There's been... other weird stuff too. Like... people from our world, but not exactly our world. Like... Captain America. And Tony Stark. [Both celebrities in their world.] And... Jubilee.

Yeah, I spoke to Tony. And Jubilee. They both had interesting things to say. [He assumes they're familiar with just how interesting their perspectives are.]

[...Tony, huh?]

Jubilee's stayin' with us.

She's like our Jubilee... only from the 90s. And all of us are adults in her world. [Except Kurt isn't even on the team. Bogus, right?]

[Is Mr. Stark more appropriate? They didn't really have time to establish the preferred name thing.]

So ours isn't the only dimension that's being pulled into here. [This is too much information still. He's just going to find some socks, maybe some shoes.]

[Toto is plenty appropriate. Names are not what she's concerned about here. Tony Stark isn't exactly known far and wide for his tremendous tact.

And a soft snort at that as she thinks of the Walking Professor.]

Yeah, that's a pretty good bet.

Just wait until you hear the part about comics books...

[Yeah, there was some talk about superheroes. Scott got the impression that he only needed to listen to about 30% of what was actually being said.]

Comic books? Do I really want to know?

[Rogue's got a pretty good idea of what Kurt means and...]

Maybe we should wait until he gets his shoes on.

Fair enough. We won't be hurting for time to explain things.

[And there's just. So much more.]

[Yeah, yeah, shoes are happening. He's not about to change pants while Rogue is around, though. He'll deal with the elements for now. ~~And it's not like the wet linen shows more than the supertight spandex costume anyway.~~]

There's more to explain? [Sob. Can he just go back to Mexico?]

[He could change in the dressing room... but she may or may not point this out.]

There's... a lot ta explain. But you'll get it as we go along.

[...actually, if he starts putting on the shoes, then she does feel this choice is a bit more pressing.]

The good news is, someone made a guide about this whole place. "Everything you wanted to know about Luceti but no one wanted to explain".

[Well maybe the dressing room should be more clearly marked. That Rogue considers it at all just proves that clothes shopping is purely girls' stuff. Not that he'd ever admit that out loud.]

Awesome. So this place comes with homework.

There's even a school. [Not that Rogue goes to it. Because she doesn't.]

Yeah, I went for awhile. I guess you could say I'm officially graduated now.

[Not that he ever expected to spend his senior year in the interdimensional dumping ground.]

[He pauses at the concept of Kurt having graduated. That adds a milestone to just how long they've spent here.]

Sounds like I've got some catching up to do.

Don't worry. Either you'll have plenty of time... or it won't matter anyway.

[And then she shakes her head.]

I can't believe you're here.

Yeah... way to take your time getting here, man!

Well apparently I'm early. I want to hear about that New Orleans mission later, Rogue. [And about everything that happens in his apparent future. Maybe he can circumvent some failures if he knows about them in advance.]