Long Road Home (the_wolverine) wrote in valarlogs, @ 2014-07-14 02:53:00 |
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Entry tags: | !complete, anna marie (rogue), clarice ferguson (blink), jubilation lee (jubilee), kitty pryde (shadowcat), laura kinney (wolverine), logan howlett (wolverine), neena thurman (domino) |
"..Vel?"
Who: Logan, Neena, Laura,Rogue,Kitty,Jubilee,Clarice
What: Logan wakes up and there's a welcome wagon. Kind of.
When: 7/11
Where: Jean Grey Outreach Center Secret Underground Facility
Status: complete
Rating: Pg-13
Moira had said that Logan was due to wake up sometime this afternoon, so Kitty had brought down a card table. Domino was only allowed to play on condition of wearing a power inhibitor (a few hours wouldn’t hurt, right?). Jubilee was paying more attention to Laura then the cards, but she had that slightly content look in her eyes of a vampire well fed.
“I should have just brought Clue,” Kitty said, sighing. “I fold.”
Rogue was leaning on the wall, eyes half lidded, she was tired, but she wasn’t going to not be here when he woke up. Rogue had spent far too much time staring inside the cell, waiting, and fighting with the man in her head. Sleep had been a few hours here and there. “Next time let’s do cards against humanity?” she piped up, though, after a moment. She’d declined to play, cards and her? She’d dabbled in them to survive, but they weren’t anything that held her interest. “At least then we’d be laughing.” she offered them a grin.
“Next time, strip poker, yo. Like he’d disagree with a buncha halfnaked bitches outside his door,” Jubilee piped up.
"He might not disagree, but I have a feeling that Clarice would," Dom pointed out, with a bit of a smirk. Despite the inhibitor, she was still winning. She gave it a casual spin around her wrist with one hand as the other one held her cards, and then pushed all of her snack foods into the pile in the center.
Because yup, they were playing snack food poker. There went three small bags of cheetos and two beef jerky sticks, but she was pretty confident she was going to win, "I call, by the way."
Across the table from Jubilee, Laura was too distracted to either play cards OR pay attention to her ex-girlfriend. She was staring into Logan's cell, watching for any signs of movement, sniffing for any smells that might show her he was waking up. Dom nudged Laura's leg with her foot and she popped a centimeter of claw before she realised where she was.
Oops. Luckily the claws were nowhere near the cards. She set hers down on the table, "I have a pair of twos."
“I wouldn’t mind looking,” Clarice said. She was standing and leaning against the wall, having quit playing a few rounds before. If Logan tried anything he’d find himself in Siberia faster than he could blink.
“You guys suck.” Jubilee flashed her fangs.
“Any change?” Kitty asked, glancing at Laura.
Rogue leveled her eyes at the whole group. Strip poker? The look was almost withering at the very idea. “I’ll stick to cards against humanity, thanks.” she groused. So she didn’t like the idea of strip anything. Skin was bad. Skin left people like Logan was. As helpful as she was, and had been, she was scared of herself too. Sure, she’d accepted it but it hadn’t sunk in until recently. “I’ll be the curator of all the lost articles of clothing from those who lose, though.” so she wasn’t entirely a grump. When Kitty asked, she turned her head to look at Laura.
"I don't even know what cards against humanity is," Dom groused in return. She, of course, had a royal flush, and started raking in all kinds of snack foods. Then she, too, glanced at Laura.
The girl could almost feel the sets of eyes that were on her, and she got up from her place at the table. She wanted to pace back and forth like a caged animal, but she folded her arms and remained still, "His breathing has changed rhythm, and is closer to the sleeping pattern before someone awakens. But I don't know if that means he will wake up soon."
“It’s this really twisted game,” Kitty replied. “You’d love it.” She twisted around to look in the cell, biting her lip. “Do you think he’ll be himself? How deep do you think they got him?”
“Hopefully he’s enough of himself to yell at.” Jubilee put her cards down. She’d sigh, but she didn’t feel like making the effort.
Rogue wasn’t sure if she could answer that or not. All those memories were twisted in her head. She sighed softly. “I hope so. It’s a jumbled mess up here still but if I have to I’ll try and see what I got from him to help answer that question.” she looked at Kitty with a small frown.
“I hope so. I’ll still yell, I suppose.” she grinned.
"We'll probably all still yell. I need at least a good half hour of letting him know what level of asshole he is. Then maybe I'll take a break for a few minutes to make fun of him," Dom joked. Her tone, though, suggested that she was quite a bit more upset with him than she was letting on.
She collected all the cards and stacked them into a neat pile, then distributed the snack foods back around. "I'm gonna go grab a cigarette while we wait."
Since the card game seemed to be over, Laura grabbed one of the beef jerky sticks and opened it up. Then she glanced at Rogue, "Whatever you can remember might be helpful."
They were all pretty upset with him for all their own reasons. “I’ll start sorting then, see what I can recall while we wait. Can’t promise it’ll come out in order or clear, but … “ she shrugged as she leaned back on the wall and stared at Logan, all while starting to dig through her head. “I’ll do what I can,”
“Thanks.” Kitty started to pace. There’d been no beer (no matter what Rogue, Laura or Dom might want, Kitty wanted to save the beer for Logan. Maybe chuck it at his head. That had worked once, right?), but there was water and soda and she popped a gatorade. She watched Clarice as the teleporter watched Neena go, then asked, “You okay?”
“Yeah, I’m fine. Just tense. I think I’m going to demand two days somewhere with a view after this.”
Jubilee flashed a grin at her. “Sunny?”
“I don’t want to give her a sunburn,” Clarice joked.
Just then, Logan grunted, and started to stir. Kitty popped her claw on reflex, then winced and retracted it.
The other cooler - the one that had been labeled 'off limits' to the rest of them, was filled to the brim with beer. Laura couldn't help her own instinctual claw-popping, but she kept one hand extended, just in case.
The other hand fished around in the cooler and pulled out a big can of canadian brewed IPA. She popped the top off it and waited for him to smell it.
Rogue perked up at the opening of the beer. She wasn't sure if it was her or the Logan in her head, but she shook her head and peered intently at the cell. Come on you big lug, she thought as she waited. She only hoped she'd not need to touch him again, she didn't want a double dose, but she was ready just in case he went all nutters.
The man sat bolt upright, claws out and ready to attack. He looked around, sniffed, then fell back flat on his back. “..Vel?”
Jubilee winced, and mouthed, ‘Not it.’
Kitty nodded at Laura, jerked her head towards the cell door, and murmured. “Everyone ready.”
Since he sounded, for the moment, like he was himself (even if he was about to become a rage monster of angst), Laura let her claws slide back into her hand. He was already jumpy, and going in 'armed' was probably not the best idea if they were trying to get him to remain calm.
She stepped into the cell, carrying the beer before her like it was some kind of sacred object. Then she knelt down next to him and put it in his hand, "I brought you a beer. You'll feel better if you drink it."
Rogue moved so she was closer, incase he bolted past Laura, he’d run head first into a bare handed Rogue. The beer was a sacred object, at least a good sacrifice to make and pray with. An offering of almost religious proportions. She chewed on her lip while she waited and watched. Fingers curled at her sides, waiting, not all that patiently either.
Kitty made sure she framed Laura, in view (and scent) of Logan, but not close enough to basically swarm him. Jubilee hung back just at the doorway to act as the final obstacle if he bolted.
Logan lay there a moment longer, before sitting back up again. He looked at them, some trace amounts of recognition in his eyes. He could smell others too. Neena. Clarice.
But no Vel. He shook his head to clear it. “What day is it?”
"It is Friday, the eleventh. Of July," Laura replied. She made herself more comfortable on the floor next to him, ready to fall on his claws again if she had to, or put her claws into him to hold him down until Rogue or someone else could knock him out.
But she hoped that it wasn't necessary.
Rogue watched quietly. Ready and cautious. She hoped he'd be him and not someone else. While she'd take him down again she'd rather not.
“Shit.” Logan rubbed his face, then reached up for the beer. Beer was good, beer was comfort. Beer was life. “How bad is it?” What happened, what he did. It was annoying that the question was so...mundane.
“Scott’ll live,” Kitty said. “You didn’t hurt anyone else all that badly. Clawed Laura up pretty good when we subdued you.”
“...Sorry darlin’.”
"I will live. You should apologize more to Rogue. She's had to live with you in her head for many days now. We think it is a miracle that she has remained sane." It was a joke, though Laura's delivery was so dry that it might not have seemed like it.
Back from her smoke break, Neena stepped in behind Jubilee. She had a high powered sniper rifle, which she knew from personal experience would be enough to take him down if he got past everyone else. At least for a while.
Of course, she wasn't sure she could make the shot, but like hell if that was going to stop her from trying.
Rogue hadn't planned on piping up about it at all. But she smiled faintly at them. "And you still won't shut up." A tiny smirk before she brushed the hair out of her eyes. Then looked away, she really hoped he didn't ask any questions. She didn't want to talk about it. "Sorry ah held on like a crazed monkey.," as close as she was coming to apologizing for taking him down via touch.
Logan grunted, as close to telling her she did good right now as he could feel like doing. “Vel okay? Ami?” His mind felt like he was sifting through sand, and there were bits and pieces still missing, but those bits and pieces were important.
‘Not it’ Jubilee mouthed again.
“They’re fine.” Kitty kept her tone reassuring. “Safe. Cerberus can’t hurt them.”
“Alyssa is with them,” Laura added, after a pause, “So they are very safe. She will make sure of it.”
Way in the back, Neena winced a bit. It wasn’t really the whole truth that they were telling him, but she wasn’t sure he could even take the whole truth right now. Still, that was going to be a rude awakening for him someday soon. He’d have to get the full story eventually.
She folded her arms over her chest and leaned against the wall, “You just focus on recovering your brainpan, big guy. We’ve got a whole cooler of beer to help you with that.”
"Good." Logan knocked the beer back, guzzling it until it as empty. He felt a little more charged after that. Memories falling back into place. "Don't remember how they grabbed me. Remember a ...scent like roses. There was this doctor, a woman with red hair. And a man's voice in my head. Sinister. Summers'll love to hear that."
Jubilee's eyebrows disappeared into her hair and she looked at the others. That? Was bad. Clarice felt an involuntary shudder run down her spine. "If he's anything like the one from my world..."
"He's about as bad." Kitty had dreamed about Clarice's world, too. She could honestly say it was both, and she was pretty sure Scott had too. Didn't know if Logan had or not.
"So we need to kick his ass, yo." Jubilee punched her fist into her palm.
"He has a trigger scent," Logan said, eyes locked on Laura's.
The mention of the doctor and the rose scented perfume had already made Laura tense up a bit, but the mention of Sinister and trigger scent made her stand up on her feet and pop her claws out a little bit. The pain from that made her clear her head, which was threatening to swirl into some kind of mental storm of bad.
She wasn't the only one to react badly to the news. Domino, who had been dragging the cooler of beer into the cell, stopped short at the mention of Sinister and the trigger scent, too. Sinister. He was her father, at least in this world. And she knew enough from the dreams to know that trigger scent wasn't good news, either. She arched her brows, "Well, that sounds bad."
Rogue was silent. She didn't remember that much yet and all she had was what Logan had given her when she touched him. But her brows furrowed slightly.
"Well guess that should ground at least two of you from playing go hunt the scary guy down, I have one of you in my head already and I don't need you both in there if things get hairy. Ain't up for that party." The very thought was not a fun one. She licked her lip slowly. "Ain't sounding fun either way but ill lend my hand however you need it." She was leaning back again, eyes closed. She wasn't sure what it all meant but no one seemed happy.
“No one is doing anything yet,” Kitty said, putting as much firmness into her voice as she could muster. “Not until we have a plan, and not until we have an idea where to look, and not until you’re all combat ready.” For Essex she wanted more back up. Scott and Logan, and Fury and Steve.
Really, she wanted to bring the hammer down on Cerberus/Hydra, but not until she was sure they were ready. “We’re not ready, and most of our heads aren’t in the game, and half of us are hurt. I’ll put out feelers, and I’m going to task Moira with creating a counter-agent to the trigger scent. I want Agency back up on this one too, when we do move.”
“Who put you in charge, pumpkin.”
She shot a look at Logan. “I did, when you and Scott proved you both don’t deserve it. So deal with it, Bub.”
Logan figured he deserved that.
"I will not do anything. And we will need back up. They have more than just trigger scent. They have a vampire I created. They have leverage." Laura pushed her claws back into her hands, so slowly that it was obvious she was mentally forcing herself to calm down enough to do it.
Then she walked out of the room.
Neena watched her go, raising her eyebrows a bit, "Yeaaaah, while I'm going to question her mental state in a lot of areas, she's not wrong. I can't even shoot straight right now, Rogue's still wrangling with her beer sense, Rachel's heart is still on the mend and Clarice still has a bullet hole in her. Scott’s still healing, too, and we’ll need him. As much as I'd like to find my father and have a very strongly worded discussion with the man, we're going to have to wait. And also? Yes. Kitty in charge. She's earned that."
Rogue shrugged and leaned her head on a wall and quietly wondered what she'd gotten herself into. Eyes closed but a frown on her lips as she let her mind wander. She was used to being a go do it person. Planning was so not her thing. Patience was a virtue lost in the dust. She cracked an eye to look at Logan. "You sir are terribly distracting. Not even beer shuts you up" a tiny smirk. They plan she'll just ride it out.
“I’m not that bad off,” Clarice protested. “I’m better off than most of you.”
“Which isn’t saying much,” Jubilee said, rolling her eyes. She caught a look from Kitty, then turned to follow Laura out.
“We’re gonna keep you here until tomorrow,” Kitty said, looking back at Logan. “Just for observation.”
He growled at her, but the combined stares of all the women in the room (what was it with all the women? He was missing Betsy and ‘Ro and the gathering of glares would be complete) made him stop. “Fine.”
Now that that was settled, Dom finished dragging the cooler of beer over to him. She lifted the lid on it and pulled out another one, "So your plan for the evening goes as follows: Drink Beer. Growl at us. Drink more beer. And in case you feel like maybe you want to piss a bunch of lethal women off, your plan for the night then becomes 'drool on the cell floor while everyone else drinks beer'."
She handed him the new beer and grinned at him, "But at least it's good beer?"
Rogue smirked at that plan. "Good plan." She agreed then closed her eyes again. "Be a good Logan. Or I'll steal a beer." A slow smile curled her lips before she shook her head lightly. This had not been how she had thought her week was going to go. At least it wasn't boring.