Re: A fan?
At Baird's short joke about Logan, Forge actually lets out a nervous laugh. Usually so terrified of Logan hearing these and coming in to yell at the one who made them, he actually feels...safer...knowing someone else shares his opinion and isn't afraid to speak up about it.
"That's pretty much it...wait. What'd you say?"
When the words 'dimensional mashup' cross Forge's ears, he immediately runs to the tech lab with the blonde engineer in tow. A moment later, his fingers, both natural and robotic, are flying over the keys of a strange computer, a plexiglass monitor displaying a series of wave graphs in cold blue light.
"Wow, you weren't kidding...OK, this is a chart of the dimensional frequencies of everyone in this mansion right now...well, almost everyone."
Forge whips off his glove and sticks his hand under the scanner.
"There, now that's everyone. Notice how three of them..." he points, "...match perfectly? Well, that's because those three people are from the same timeline. Everyone else, you and me included, is from their own separate continuity of events...which doesn't happen to be this one."
Will sits down, hard, in a chair beside the graph. Running his hands through his hair, he lets out a a long, slow breath.
"Basically, assuming that design is correct...I'm free."