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[Action] Arrival post

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[A flood of strange smells assaults Logan. It's what wakes him up and immediately fills him with a keen sense of alertness. This wasn't somewhere he'd ever been before, and that fact in itself wasn't good. He could hear other people around him, even recognizes a few scents here and there, but it doesn't do much to comfort him.

He opens his eyes and sits up slowly. No injuries, but there's no surprise there. He is, however, surprised to find his clothes all in order, no tears or bullet holes, and, most importantly, no blood. That didn't seem right.

He pushes himself up and gets to his feet, taking a look around and tilting his head to sniff at the air. No blood, no smell of blood. He spots a few familiar faces, giving one or two people a nod of acknowledgement.]

Anybody know where the hell we are? Or how we got here?

[Sharon exits one of the houses, leaving the door open behind her.]

Logan?

[She hurries over to him, checking him over for injuries more out of habit than the expectation that he would actually have any.]

Do you remember me?

[Logan tilts his head to the side. The girl's scent immediately registers as familiar, but it takes him half a minute to put a name to the smell his brain recognizes.]

... yea. Carter, right? Uh... thirteen? [Then it really clicks.] Heh, yea, I remember ya. You and the Cap. [He gives her a smirk and a wink.]

Anyone figure out who zapped us all here yet? [He was ready to kick some ass and get home already. That's how these things usually played out.]

Not that I'm aware. I've been looking in some of the houses. They've all got cameras, and it looks like whoever was here before left in a hurry.

Don't suppose you could help me make sure the rest of them are clear, see if you can find anything? I'll try to find you someone's ass to beat in the meantime.

[At least he remembers her, though. Steve certainly hadn't.]

[Some sense of direction, a mission to do, definitely would help him make more sense of the situation. Although Sharon probably doesn't realize it, she's just helped him out more than she can know.] No problem, darlin'. Is that... Coleman? Coleson? Whatever the hell his name is flashin' his badge around over there?

[He really doesn't feel like dealing with SHIELD right now, at least not officially, so Sharon's little mission is giving him one more reason to keep out of sight and avoid the agent for the moment. He's learned to always be deeply suspicious of Fury's little posse.]

[Without another word he wanders into the closest building, disappearing for a little less than half an hour before finding Sharon again.] Nothin' much. [He shrugs, looking bored and a little annoyed.]

[That had been faster than Sharon had anticipated. She could see why Steve had liked him. more importantly, Steve had trusted him. For the most part, at least.]

Can you go talk to Steve? I think we're in another universe. His uniform is different, and he doesn't remember me. [Which, seeing as how she had carried his child for a while, concerned her, at the very least.]

Think you could see if you have better luck?

He doesn't smell right. Somethin's off for sure. [He agrees, muttering something about parallel universes under his breath.] Guess I could still go see what he has to say...

[He hadn't really given much thought to the slightly strange scents, having other more important things on his mind, but now that it had been pointed out it was all stewing in his head. Did things really have to get more complicated than they already were?]

[Great. Even Logan thought Steve was off. Sharon frowns. She'll have to deal with her boyfriend - possibly ex-boyfriend again - sooner or later, but for now, she has other work to do.]

Thanks, Logan.

No. I should have some sort of headache if I'm hungover, right? [He's hunched over, trying very visibly not to panic.]

[Logan can smell the fear permeating off of the kid and he feels a pang of sympathy.] 'M sure you'd be feelin' something, and I don't think, uh, 'sedatives' would work on some of the other folks here. I think regular ol' alcohol ain't the culprit this time, kid. Do yerself a favor and take it easy. [He puts a reassuring hand on the kid's shoulder and gives it a little squeeze, hoping it'll help, if only a little bit.]

[Kurt wobbles a little, trying to lurch to his feet and making a soft sound of dismay at the grime on his nice canary-yellow boots.]

S-So what happened? [His voice is humiliatingly wobbly and high-pitched, but for once he doesn't care.]

[He puts a steadying hand on Kurt until the kid is on his feet.]

You ask like I didn't just ask the exact same thing. [He only catches his gruff tone after he's spoken and looks a little annoyed with himself.] I'm sure we'll figure it all out.

If you say so. [Kurt's going to lean very heavily against Logan, because what's personal space.] Do you know anyone here?

[Logan hunkers down slightly, but seems to begrudgingly accept that Kurt is going to use him to stay on his feet.] Yea... some for sure, some just- it's a little hard to explain. Some just look like people I know, but they aren't... quite the same. [He leaves it at that, but it's fairly obvious by the suspicious glances he casts at a few people that the impostors roaming around aren't sitting well with him.]

[Kurt's full-on nails digging into Logan's should now, wavering back and forth from his place hunched down on the ground. He manages to clear his throat then look up at Logan, wide-eyed.]

So this isn't...this isn't some sort of group activity I accidentally signed up for? We aren't being hazed? This isn't a trust exercise for a sadistic summer program? We've all been group-kidnapped and I currently have tacky-fountain-mold soaking into my fifty-dollar jeans?

[Logan tilts his head to the side, not sure he's following Kurt's rambling.]

Group activity? Yea, don't think so, kid. [His focus flickers down to the aforementioned mold surrounding the fountain.] I dunno about kidnapped... actually... [Yea, now that he thought about it, kidnapped was the right word, but kidnappings needed a kidnapper.]

...why would someone want to kidnap me? My dad is a mechanic. It's not like they can get some enormous ransom out of this. [Yes, Kurt, because you're the only one present. He's going to just stand up and get out of the mold, because ew.]

So...so what do we do?

Hard to say, kid. What are any of us doing here... [He looks around; the cameras haven't escaped his attention.] Or who brought us here... [He peers through the crowd, definitely searching for a face, any number of faces, but came up with no one who might know who he was talking about if he mentioned Mojo. This didn't quite seem like Mojo's style, but they'd only just arrived, so there was no telling really. Except this kid didn't seem to have any powers. Maybe he did. There was too much to think about, too many 'maybes'.]

...it's cold. Damp. We're by the sea, so...someone must have wanted us here pretty bad. I mean, I'm from Ohio and that's nowhere near the ocean so...

[He frowns, squinting up at the camera.] That's a...are we being filmed?

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