Rooms

[This Gotham shared a lot of similarities with the one he was familiar with, but there were some differences he couldn't quite put his finger on. John Blake, hands in pockets and the "journal" tucked away there safely, moved through, habitually scanning everything in front of him as he moved. It was an instinct he wasn't willing to part with, and definitely not being in a place he could conceivably know little about.

But a part of him was eager to find something that was distinctly familiar, futile an effort that might be. At this point, he was still tempted to convince himself he was asleep.]

[After reading a bit on the journal network]

What universe is this supposed to be?

[Locked to Jason T]
I'm forty-eight hours late in contacting you.

[Locked to Holly R]
Thanks again for the information about things in Gotham.

[The location wasn't hard to find, because no, New York hadn't changed much between the worlds in terms of smell or public transit. The only thing that might slowed him was whether he was making a mistake in seeking out this stranger on his own. He wasn't worried about his own safety, of course. Logan severely lacked any instinct to be concerned about survival. He did survive, no matter what, and would be the one to throw himself head first into any fight. But it might be foolish. Vulnerable wasn't a word used to describe Logan, but when it came to his gnawing need to figure out his past, he was, a little. He could be fooled or used. He could only remember the past few years of his life, so maybe he had gone back in time to work with Magneto and Xavier. Maybe he had known Steve Rogers or Carol or Jessica or some other Avengers. The only thing he could say with confidence was that in his present there were no Avengers. The public didn't have a history of them, or other super teams. But that didn't mean that he didn't know them in some other way.]

[And whether or not they knew this version of him, Jessica claimed to know about the past of some version of him. Some details might vary, but maybe he would get another clue, if versions were similar. He had to at least talk to someone.]

[He went into the bar and, as Jess suggested, simply followed his nose. God, it made him want a cigar. Was he allowed to smoke in here? Did he care if he were allowed? Of course not, but he didn't have a cigar on him. Shame. He took a seat next to her, the furniture creaking under his weight.] I'll buy the first round. [Since he invited her. Don't ask how he got the money. New York hadn't changed so much, and some people would always pay to watch a fight.]

[Avengers+]

Given recent tensions, and assuming the lack of an alternate relief strategy [nope, she is so not subtle], I wanted to make those of you not familiar with the mansion aware of the simulation room. Pretty handy training tool. All things considered, it'd be a good idea to make good use of that thing if we're ever going to be a cohesive unit to learn how to fight alongside each other. Tony, once you're up to getting out and about, if you want to take a peek at it just to make sure everything's in working order, feel free.

Oh, also, a guy that goes by Logan's here now. He's James H. on the journal, but he's codename Wolverine. He's a longtime friend of a lot of your [...] my universe selves and a good guy to have in your corner. Splits time between the X-men, Avengers, and God knows how many other teams. Just an FYI.

[Locked to Pepper P.]

You weren't kidding about the poker thing. Nicely done. Remind me to invite you the next time the boys need humbling.

[Locked to Sharon C., after talking with Barnes]

Got a question for you. Business first, then girl talk.

[Locked to Jack C]

Alright, so recon puts Osborn at the office daily, and at a few legitimate business enterprises. But I have a warehouse that's off the books that he's visited after work every second day. Shady neighborhood. Looks like medical staff heading in and out. I resisted the urge to get a closer look. I figured you need to exorcise your own demons. I'm texting you the details.

You owe me a beer after. Wash the blood off before you join me.

Who: Charles Xavier
What: Receiving a gift from a .... Well. From someone.
Where: His room at the X Mansion
When: The morning after this
Warnings: None in particular except for a whole lot of What the Fuck

( These boots are made for walking, and that's just what they'll do, cuz one of these days these boots are gonna walk all over you )

[Charles X.]

I'm awake. I had a nightmare, I think. Something. I didn't wake anybody? The room is working?

[Steve R.]

Are you awake?