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[eyecondition]

[It's a weird sort of deja vu to go to sleep in one's own bed only to wake up on the ground in the middle of some forest. His first instinct was to assume it was a hugely unfunny joke, and he picked himself up and groped around the closest trees, eyes clenched tightly.]

Very funny, guys! Now give me back my glasses before I end up hurting someone.

[He gropes at two of the nearest trees, trying to gather his sense of direction. He'd memorized every tree around the perimeter of the school for just this occasion. This one is as thick as one of the old oaks, but didn't have any of the telltale carvings he'd notched into the closest trees years ago. That means he's either out farther than he thought or that this isn't a prank at all.]

Whoever's out there, this isn't going to solve anything. [It can't be Mystique again. Mystique is dead.] We can talk about this. You don't have to put everyone into such a dangerous situation.

[There isn't any answer. That means worse things. Had there been an attack? Was he separated from everyone again? There's only one way to find out.]

Look, I don't know if anyone can hear me. But if you can and you're close by, please get back right now!

[He dares to open his eyes, for just a flash of information. A beam shoots out, splintering the tree in front of him and sending chunks of wood blasting out in all directions. Luckily, there hadn't been anyone standing there, though he was almost positive he'd seen a rabbit. And if he'd seen a rabbit, that rabbit wasn't alive anymore. It was a mistake to check at all.]

It's fine, Summers. [He coaches himself now that he assumes he's alone.] You've done this before. Just reach out to Jean and she'll come find you and everything'll work out again. Assuming she's all right. Jean, please be all right.

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[selfhelp]

[Well hello, there. The voice isn't familiar - too young - but "Summers", "Jean", and a sudden energy blast out of nowhere? Kind of narrows things down a bit. Sure paints a picture of Cyclops.

Let's see where this goes. A location spell would work a lot better if he had a name for sure.]

Ah- hey- hello? Can you hear me?

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[eyecondition]

[Huh. Not as alone as suspected. Scott's still not sure if this is hostile territory... But then again, he just made a move that could be considered hostile on its own.]

I hear you! Who's there?

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[selfhelp]

My name's Billy. Are you okay? Do you need some help?

[Like. Obviously he does. But strangers aren't supposed to know that.]

[Voice]

[wildbluevagner]

[That voice. That beam. It's unmistakable. It's Scott. After so long - almost a year! - without his main dude, the fuzzy dude has missed him so much.

He tries to hold in his joy and excitement, speaking into the journal confidently WITH HIS GERMAN ACCENT.]

You know, you should spare some worrying for the fuzzy man as well. Plus, he can get you out of jams just as easily - I just admit, he might not be as attractive!

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[eyecondition]

[GERMAN ACCENTS ARE LIKE HONEY IN HIS EARS RIGHT NOW. Except that totally explains why he doesn't seem to be anywhere near home, doesn't it?]

Kurt! Is this one of your pranks? You're going to be washing the jet for weeks after a stunt like this.

[YOU DON'T TAKE ADVANTAGE OF SOMEONE'S POWERS LIKE THAT, KURT. Not cool.]

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[wildbluevagner]

Hey! Don't blame me! You know I wouldn't send you anywhere without your glasses. That's just too far! Not to mention... We don't even have the jet here!

[But how to go about explaining where they actually are...]

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[touchofrogue]

[In which Rogue gets that feeling she gets every time she thinks of Scott, that terrible feeling of hope and disappointment and friendship and trusted and ruined dreams...

And she can't help but say his name, even though it's a stupid response.]

Scott?

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[eyecondition]

[And in which Scott replies without any of that conflict. Sup Rogue. It would be nice if you'd help out the New Mutants a little more.]

Hey Rogue. Any chance you've got some of my gear in your shop?

[He's been caught up to speed by then, even though his actual recollection of Luceti is a little spotty.]

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[touchofrogue]

[Well, it's a good thing she's gotten her sanity (mostly) back, or this could just be awkward. Rogue shakes herself and immediately starts looking, holding her journal in one hand.]

Aw, man. Your glasses again?

[Voice]

[complicatedliar]

You're shouting for people who care not a whit if anyone gets hurt.

[...he's fairly certain this is one of Rogue's friends. So he'll have to refrain from being too much of an asshole.]

[Voice]

[eyecondition]

I'm shouting for my friends. [At least by now he's gotten acclimated to the idea that there's a journal that talks, and that this is at least partially familiar territory.]

[Voice]

[complicatedliar]

Ah, so your friends are the sorts of people who would play such potentially harmful pranks?

[That's amusing. Oh no, but people could get hurt! He finds the potential for hypocrisy very amusing. Not that he had any sort of respect for Ororo or Logan to begin with, assuming this newcomer is one of theirs.]

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[calmbeforethe]

[ What a surprise. Ororo hadn't expected to hear such a familiar voice when she'd opened her journal today. She's torn between dismay that another friend had turned up here in Luceti, and the pleasant thought of how nice it is to hear a familiar voice.

No time to dwell on that, however. Because of course they would strand him without his visor. Ororo gets right down to business, speaking calmly but firmly: ]

Scott? Scott, it's Ororo. Please, calm down.

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[eyecondition]

[But it's too soon to calm down. He's still raw and on edge, head whipping in the direction of her voice.]

Storm? What's going on? Where are we? Have you seen what they did with my visor?

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[calmbeforethe]

[ "We were kidnapped," is not really something you'd tell to a panicky Scott without a visor. So she skips that question. ]

We are in a place called Luceti, Scott. Your visor is likely in the item shop - if you're here, I'm sure Rogue can find it easily.

Are you hurt? Can you tell me where you are?

[Voice]

[fierybluebird]

Hey, my name's Marco and I can hear you just fine matey. What do the glasses look like, if they aren't near you, they're probably in the shop so I'll go check there first, okay?

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[eyecondition]

[By the time Scott gets around to answering, he's calmed down substantially.]

Actually.. I think someone's already giving me a hand with that right now. But I wouldn't mind a little company while I wait for my friend to bring them to me.

[maximoff_girl]

[Wanda is out of her apartment again. She's finally gotten to the point where the idea of leaving her room and walking alone through the village isn't intimidating anymore. Recently, she's taken to going into the forest, to meditate with the plants and in the sun and all that sort of thing.

Today, however, she does a double take, as she spots a tall, familiar-yet-unexpected face.]

... Cyclops?

[eyecondition]

[By the time Wanda finds him, Scott's a much more collected man. He's settled down cross-legged, flipping through the journal and absently chatting with the people within. It would have looked positively normal if not for the whole "I CANNOT OPEN MY EYES FOR ANY REASON EVER" thing.

...Which is what makes it so strange when he hears that name in that voice. He's familiar enough with Luceti, but Luceti isn't familiar with his codename. He's never needed it here. So if someone's raising the issue, then that must be a person from home.]

.... Who's there?

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[ex_tessen852]

Um, I can look for your glasses if you want... [She doesn't understand why they're so important.] What do they look like?

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[eyecondition]

They're red. They're-- prescription sunglasses. I can't see without them. [And entirely too many people think it's a game to leave him without them. For funsies.]

[snikting]

[This is well after everyone else, because whatever, Logan doesn't have time to look at the journal at all hours and he is at the bar with a bottle of booze in his hand.]

Ya ever find yer glasses, Slim?

[eyecondition]

[Such a helpful teacher, Logan. Thanks.]

Kurt and Rogue helped me out. Thanks for your concern.

[Voice] Please pretend this was on time

[fashionably_strong]

Are you okay? ...I heard a noise. Did it have something to do with why it's dangerous for you to not have your glasses?

[Voice] Time is relative

[eyecondition]

[There's voices. And he's been talking with enough people to help him remember the basics, but it doesn't stop him from being surprised how much people are willing to talk with anyone here.]

I -- yeah. Sorry about that. I get clumsy.