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Ingress travel can be disorienting, but there’s no need to worry! All side effects are temporary and lessen with each trip. Your body may experience several sensations at once: being pushed forward as if a hand is resting on your back, momentary and startling blindness, a gentle ringing in your head. You may have difficulty discerning whether it is hot or cold, but where you have been prodded is noticeably warmer than the rest of you. Some may suffer from dizziness while others are perfectly fine. You notice that the area you are in is filled with a soft cerulean light and feels slightly humid and dark despite the glow around you. Regardless of your current state, however, the stress of initial Ingress travel forces your body into unconsciousness.

Waking up is another story. Or maybe it isn’t.

You find yourself in a nondescript room; sometimes with others who have found themselves in the same situation, sometimes alone. A medical tech is always present to explain what’s happened before giving you some clothes, a TAB, and a guide that discusses things in further detail. This entire process also consists of a complete work-up of medical history and current health in order to obtain your signature—a specific frequency that will allow them to hone in on exactly where it is you’re from in order to get you back there.You spend your first week on the Ingress Complex while other accommodations and arrangements are made for you.

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⋆ Escoria is classified as Exploration Class (EC), and travel through the Ingress is mostly smooth except for one issue: anyone with powers or abilities will find that the distortion between worlds has temporarily caused problems accessing them. Essentially, it has left all travelers depowered. Another similar issue comes in the form of the location of Escoria’s Ingress—seemingly in the middle of a vast ocean, the Ingress is balanced precariously on a set of buoys connected to a small floating dock. Once on this dock, it is clear there is no getting anywhere without some transportation. Testing the dark waters will find it unbearably cold, though not cold enough to form ice, and far off in the distance, between the mist and ever-constant gray light - where’s the sun? - some might even notice what looks like an island.

⋆ The boat that eventually comes to your rescue isn’t very big, one of a fleet used to transport visitors from the floating Ingress platform. Only a few passengers are allowed on each one--a maximum of six. The boat’s captain is quite insistent that each group remain small, handing out blankets to those who did not come prepared for the chill. It isn’t too much trouble as there are a great many boats and plenty of natives to pilot them. The weather is cool, the skies are dark with rain that might fall, but for now things seem alright. Leaning out on the rail, you might see some shark-like sea creatures breaching the surface to breathe. Of course, you might also see quicksilver figures darting underneath the water from the corner of your eye, which is then followed by a sharp rocking of the boat. Did something nudge the vessel? Maybe you ought to make sure people stay back from the sides in case they fall in...

⋆ Despite the calm appearance of the sky, the worst has happened. A storm hits at just the right time to drive your boat against one of the multitudinous reefs, roughly jarring its passengers, and then, the waves continue to batter the ship against it until it falls to pieces. You get lucky and find a piece of debris to hold onto to keep your head above the water until the storm passes, although it’s some time before even a calm comes. Once it does, you have to deal with the facts: you’re stranded with minimal supplies, all alone except for the other people who were on board with you when the ship went down in the waves. And what’s worse, the water isn’t getting any warmer. What do you do to survive until help, hopefully, arrives? Will you make an attempt to swim to shore or wait for someone to send another boat?

⋆ The few who manage to weather the storm and make it to one of the few islands of Escoria are, indeed, lucky. What lies beneath the surface of those dark waters is much more dangerous and deadly. Distant cousins of Thisavrou’s native Gorgona of Region Four, these nameless creatures are ruthless as they hunt. They slither the shallow surfaces of the reefs spread out across Escoria, waiting for even the slightest ripple of water to alert them to their prey. At first, looking into the water reveals nothing. Then, the closer these things come to the surface, the faster it begins to change and look as if something familiar, something you long for is calling to you. It can be a person, alive or dead, or it could be something intangible like a goal waiting to be fulfilled or an object waiting to be touched. This is how they lure the unsuspecting below the surface, and once they have their claws in you, it’s very difficult to escape. The urge to be with them is impossibly strong regardless of the fact that no one can hold their breath for that long or survive the deep cold of the water for longer than a few minutes.

Your only chance of escape? Someone who might have noticed that you’d suddenly slipped under without a sound. Or, if by chance, you manage to snap off a piece of the coral in the reefs. It changes with the shape of the holder, and that, if you’re lucky, might be the very weapon that saves you.

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[But isn't that what a hero does? Always the right thing? He's not complaining, granted (not as much as usual, at least), but he doesn't see those things as separate at all.

He, on the other hand, isn't a hero. The right thing just gets people hurt. The wrong people. It gets them labeled and persecuted and shot in the fucking head, in case no one cares to remember that. They deserve better.

And like fuck if he cares about any human who can't live up to that. The Professor X philosophy can wax poetic all it wants about peace and cooperation, but that works both ways, or it doesn't.

And all he's ever seen? It doesn't.]

That isn't my name, Marie.

[He's pushing his luck. He knows it.

Fuck it.]

[He watches those claws with a shocked, wide-eyed familiarity. Holy. Shit. He's not sure he's ever seen any two mutants with nearly (or in this case, maybe even fully) identical mutations. Granted, the technicalities of mutations are the kinds of things that filled the dissertations of the Professor's that he tried not to sleep through. He'd rarely been successful.]

So you're...what, tiny Wolverine?

[The sarcasm offered, and the look of astonishment don't quite match. He is, if not taken at his tone, more than a little impressed. The stern orders make a little more sense now...even if that is still weird to swallow from a girl barely over half his age.]

[She's already fond of him, just based on his power and attitude alone. So to hear him use that name actually makes her face light up. Nodding eagerly, she doesn't care if she isn't able to look impressive in front of him. ]

Yes.

[It's said with such conviction that it's obvious she isn't just excited to be compared to him. She doesn't bother hiding the fact that she was made to be like a small version of Wolverine. There's pride there, something she hasn't felt very often before.]

I am made from him.

[She lets that settle with him however he'd like to take it. And then retracts her claws entirely so she can step back in and try to take his lighter from him to look at it closely. If he knows who Wolverine is, then he's probably well aware she can cut off his hand if she feels like it. Which means it's probably a good idea to let her see what she wants.]

[It's what a person who isn't a complete and utter asshole would do, help someone else, even if that someone else is a complete and utter asshole. It's not like Rogue ever set out to be a hero. Heck, she wouldn't even consider herself a hero either. There are others that she would put in to that category, but certainly not herself.

Her eyes slip his way again, and she hears him, perhaps not loud and clear, but hears him well enough. If he's thinking Marie is going to bug her, he's wrong. Completely and utterly. Still, she gives him that neutral look.]

Sorry, what was that, John? Ah didn't hear you.

Like hell.

[It's muttered and angry and followed up with...nothing. What can he really do? Under other circumstances he might shove her over the side himself. It would save him a lot of grief in the long run, but...

If he's honest, the sort of honest that it hurts to be, he can't condemn her to that. He doesn't hate her enough for that, regardless of however much every syllable of that accent crawls backward up his spine.

(And if he didn't know her, she both: wouldn't grate on him so damned much in the first place, and she's a mutant. He wouldn't do it based on that alone.)

John carries an immense amount of resentment, settled too plainly on his shoulders when he'd much rather hold himself proudly, ignorant of its existence. Instead, it defines him as much as it crushes him, and he only stands inert. There's no pride in this. And he doesn't know why he doesn't feel the pride he thinks he should.

He crosses his arms tightly, the click of his lighter habitually opening and closing again likely lost over the sound of the waves, but it doesn't stop that habit from making an annoying ~~insecure~~ reappearance. ~~John~~ Pyro won't look at her. Not even to defend himself.

He doesn't like the person who looks back.]

Might want to have that checked.

[It's weak, as far as comebacks go.]

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[There is that sense, because what is he going to do? He's surrounded by water, and one touch from her and it's lights out. It isn't something that she likes to do, and really, he should be happy about that. Arguably, he could light the boat on fire, but it's going to hurt him as much as it would her, and the captain as well. He might be an idiot, but he isn't that big of an idiot, or so she believes.

She snorts though, eyes roaming for any more docks with any more people on them. Anyone would be better- well, no, scratch that, not anyone. Considering she's found John stranded, it would suck if others of his ilk were in the boat. She'd rather they drown than find Magneto or Mystique, or even Sabretooth... Yet Rogue cannot see anyone so far, which may or may not be a good thing.]

That's all you got? Guess all the water is putting your fire out.

[John doesn't know the overstrung teleporter next to him and Kurt doesn't know the person he's standing next to is a mutant at all. To be fair, the other male looks entirely normal, whereas he has blue skin and a three foot long tail that's curled as close as possible for warmth.

Normally, he might ignore some stranger standing next to him, far too focused on any sort of way he could help get them back to safety. If it were possible, he'd teleport all of them, but he hasn't got a clue where 'here' is at the moment and should he attempt such a thing without knowing where he was going, it could end in disaster for all.

One thing he can be happy about is that he is constantly dressed in something with sleeves and pants, considering he has a good reason to be covered, so the blanket he'd been given is keeping him warmer while he thinks. From the corner of his eye, he glances over at the slide of metal on metal, an eyebrow raising in curiosity at the sight of a lighter in his fellow castaways hand. Convenient, if they were going to have to start a fire, though for whatever other reason, he couldn't say.

Until the flame abruptly shoots into the sky, causing Kurt to gasp in astonishment and backpedal a few paces, one blanket covered hand reaching to grip the edge of his hood.]

Ausgezeichnet! [he exclaims, broad iridescent eyes fixated on the light-show before eventually lowering to look at John. The urge to ask what that was is substantial, yet he bites his tongue, knowing full well that if the guy was a mutant, he wouldn't want to out him to anyone that might want to cause problems; he'd hope someone would do the same for him in a situation like this.]

[At first, ~~John~~ Pyro doesn't notice anyone next to him at all. He's so absorbed in the situation and his annoyance that it only registers right as he's throwing the makeshift "flare" up. At Kurt's exclamation, he jumps and nearly falls right off the platform. One surprise paid for in turn with another.

He frowns, trying to associate that sound with any word he thinks he's familiar with. He comes up short.]

No one sneezed.

[A surprised gasp passes his lips and before he can stop it, the length of his tail darts out toward John's arm when the other mutant stumbles. Out of sheer reflex, he reaches to grab the trunk of muscle and bone, yanking it back to himself; he's not sure how John will react to being touched and he doesn't exactly want to test that theory.

With the prehensile appendage tucked beneath the blanket once more, he blinks in bewilderment then snorts at that observation.]

No, that's gesundheit. Ausgezeichnet is 'excellent,' which perfectly describes what-- ['What you did,' is on the tip of his tongue,] uhm, what happened just a moment ago.

[Alphinaud is no stranger to others talking with him, but in this case it's a welcome change to have his attention drafted towards Aerin instead of the children who currently are trying to demand all his attention. She reminds him of a dark knight- of the stories he'd hear of someone named Fray, of Sidurgu and Reille. Of his dear friend, Vheras. The Elezen misses her perhaps the greatest of all his friends, if only because regardless of the situation, she would always know what to do.

He tries not to let it bother him currently. It only half-works.]

I highly doubt I'm anything of the sort. [His tone is somewhat indignant, but he can't help the smile making its way across his face.] I suppose all people here are storytellers in their own way. 'Twould seem that way, if nothing else.

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[ He doesn't even speak like a city elf, either. A Circle mage? A palace servant? Perhaps not even Fereldan—and Aerin eyes him curiously, and openly, her interest in this stranger high. ]

I wouldn't count me among them, if I were you. My storytelling might offend a bard or two. [ She leans back on her hands, grinning. ] And that would be a mistake. But they all [ meaning the children ] seem to like your stories well enough.

[ She leans over, stage-whispering to the children as she looks at Alphinaud. ]

What do you think? Do you like his stories?

ingress complex: [ There's nothing quite like being pulled through reality's belly-button and waking up without your sight apparatus at hand. When Scott gets up and distinctly doesn't open his eyes, he can tell that he's not where he's supposed to be, as much from the lack of his glasses as, well-

The room smells wrong. He'd learned a few tricks during that few days when he hadn't been able to see, and he falls back into that now as he tries to get his bearings. The place doesn't smell right, the bed feels different, his clothes feel different, and there's something that makes his muscles tense up about it all, something he can't quite remember but can't quite forget. It has him waiting until he feels a little less shakey before he alerts the attendant to the fact that he's awake and he'd say he's pretty calm about when he hears what happened. ]

Can I get my glasses back?

[ Of course, once he HAS his glasses back, well, that's going to be a whole nother ball game. A ball game full of getting the fuck out of here and getting a look himself at this 'new world' he's been brought to. For now, though, he'll try and see if anyone else is in the room here with him... ]

escoria: [ He shouldn't go off on his own. He knows that, theoretically, but he can't help that he wants to, that he needs to, for reasons that he can't quite explain to people. Once he's found a spot where he's pretty sure that he has to himself, he carefully peels the glasses off of his face and braces himself. Braces himself for the fact that maybe, just maybe-

When the world comes into view again, this time with deep greens and blues, he actually drops back against the nearest firm surface to help his wobbly knees. He wants to rub his eyes, feels honestly dizzy from... everything, but he won't block the view for anything.

Color. It's been so goddamn long since he's seen color. And he really really wants to see... well, he wants to see Jean or someone, anyone, but he can't chance that. What if the effect wears off mid-view? Who knows if this is going to last. It's way too dangerous. But for right now, this is... this is cool. This is really cool. He knows he should probably get back, knows how dangerous and stupid this is, but, he can't quite make himself leave yet. ]

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[Kurt's too kind for his own good, so when there's the slightest fuss about someone taking off on their own, he doesn't hesitate to go and seek them out. Better that they all stick together to avoid anyone being left behind in this bitter-cold land.

He fumbles with the zipper of his coat, yanking it all the way up and pulling the hood into place over his head, hands cupping near his mouth so he can blow a stream of warm air into them. It's not enough to give them much heat, but that and jamming his fists into the pockets of his jacket will have to do for now.

The pace of his walk increases to more of a sprint, his tail slinking closer to his body as if seeking warmth of its own. He skids to a halt when he spots the wanderer, iridescent eyes narrowing then widening once he gets close enough to see who is actually standing there, trying to keep from hitting the ground. They look familiar, but it couldn't honestly be--]

S-Scott? [he queries incredulously, teeth chattering and his body shaking, although that doesn't stop him from moving closer.]

[ He scrambles when he hears Kurt, as much because his instincts say that Kurt can pop up at any time as out of pure surprise. There's a half thought of seeing what Kurt looks like, what color blue he actually is, but he jams it down as ruthlessly as he shoves the glasses back on, working on getting his breathing cool and collected before he turns towards the voice. Right. Kurt can't teleport any more than he can blast through everything. Right. ]

Hey.

[ Kurt's probably not going to give him shit about this, but his shoulders are up a little bit. Look, he's not dead and nothing's happened and he didn't go THAT far, just far enough away that it wouldn't be dangerous even with him facing outward. But for all that, the wave is friendly and his tone is cool, even. ]

[His breath hitches at the sight of the other male jamming the shades back onto his face then Kurt heaves a sigh of both relief and half-disbelief. Scott's actually here; his mind hadn't been playing tricks on him.

To be fair, he hasn't seen his teammate in a long while and running into him on one of the many planets that continue to appear was not something he'd expected to ever happen. So, in a possibly too impulsive decision, he rushes closer to Scott and throws an arm around his shoulders, unable to fight back the overwrought laughter that escapes him. He briefly squeezes, blinks then withdraws once more, backpedaling a few paces and raising a hand to cover his face in embarrassment.]

Ach, I'm sorry, I just-- [a pause, his own shoulders slackening as if a weight has been lifted off them,] I can't believe you're here.

[ Once Scott makes his way out of that room, out of that building, he'll find the station is quite huge. Jean still found it overwhelming if she just sat off to the side and watched it all. The people traversing here and there. Some to jobs on the station. Others transporting to other worlds open to the Ingress.

Sometimes she did that. Usually with the others. But, lately, she had contemplated going on her own. With how others had left - and yet more kept arriving - she would find herself at the Ingress complex somedays. Just watching. Waiting. Occasionally feeling out for any familiar signatures. Familiar minds, voices. She still hoped Charles would come back. She didn't really care what form. Young, old, didn't matter.

The voice she finds, however, isn't Charles. The mind she practically trips over is one she hasn't felt in almost two years. She audibly gasps and opens her eyes searching the crowd from where she is until she spots him. ]

Oh my god...

[ Crying out with both her voice and mind: ]

Scott!

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i. INGRESS COMPLEX.

[There are few times in his life that Charles can profess to being truly disoriented. The manifestation of his mutation has been a seemingly-ceaseless nightmare, yes, but once he had begun to feel out and shape his level of control, it was a rarity indeed. Even the loss of his legs had come with a level of clarity (to say nothing of the upset or the discomfort).

Arrival through the Ingress, however, leaves him feeling as if he's been turned entirely upside down. Split down the middle. A sort of reeling that feels like everything all at once and simultaneously nothing at all that he knows how to properly define.

He can hear the technicians speaking twice over, aloud and telepathically, and the psychic echo only makes his head throb. There is little retention in that explanation, though he catches pieces of it over the pain.

The only solution, it seems, is giving himself time. The sensation dulls increasingly as the first few days pass, but he still finds his control slipping, and he'll startle at an overheard thought as if he's being spoken to, or you even might get a]

I'm sorry, what was that?

ii. WILDCARD.

[COME AT ME, BRO.]

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[ The moment Charles approaches the mansion, Jean can sense it. She stops what she's doing (reorganizing the pantry because someone keeps switching it to being all color coded), and reaches out with her mind. Not saying anything just feeling.

She lets out a shaky breath, eyes blinking rapidly to hold back tears that were welling up almost instantly. Jean runs to the front entrance and stops short, seeing him in the foyer.

She can't even say anything. Just stare. He looks the same as when he had left -- just back in his wheelchair.

He came back. ]

[Charles is already filled with a ridiculous amount of sentiment. His initial arrival had been a slow ease (or at least it felt slow), but once the inital shock and disorientation had settled, it had been frighteningly easy to resign himself to starting over. If, of course, he swallowed back the feelings of loss and relegated them to a sense of hope that time worked the way it should back home, however unfounded that might be. To find out after all this mental steeling that the mansion still existed (or existed in its image, the semantic didn't so much matter) had been almost enough to break down then all over again.

He carries with him that same (validating) comfort, and with it the curiosity of what this new home-that-isn't has brought with it.

As he enters, he gets the sense that he isn't the only one overwhelmed and a little surprised. That "intuition" (if one can all that sense intuition and not simply cheating) is proven right as he faces Jean in the foyer, looking every bit startled. (Astonished, maybe?) He smiles.]

Jean. [A pause, and he grows just a little wary that something is wrong. Beyond the fact that she's here...or that here exists.] Have I grown a second head?

[ She hears his voice and the tears come back, blurring her vision. Jean continues to blink them back as well as sending up another wall to block him from seeing what she's thinking. The memories she had seen from Laura are still in her mind and it feels like a punch to her chest, seeing him here like this.

Finally, she manages to get out, ]

You left.

You left and you didn't even say goodbye.

[ Left a note, yes. But it wasn't the same at all. ]

[That wariness is no longer little. The smile fades almost as quickly as it had appeared, and all he can give her in lieu of answers is an expression of concern.]

What do you mean I left?

[He hasn't been here long enough to leave. As if he did, he'd be aiming to take as many of them back with him as possible. (Or, more likely, he'd be trying not to leave at all. This, as far as he's aware, is safe. Regardless, together is key.)

You left.

[ She finally has to reach up and rub at her eyes the moment the tears are trying to leak out of them. ]

You left a note telling Logan and Erik to take care of us and the school and then you were gone. And then Logan left, too and --

[ It's been really fucking hard. There was a point when she was wanting to leave, too. It was too much all at once. Like she was losing her family. ]

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[He wants to ask what in the world Logan has to do with anything when they haven't seen him since Erik tried to kill the President, but that's only one piece of the sense this makes none of. He tries to think back on arrival and that influx of dry information about the Ingress and how it worked, and maybe this is related? It wouldn't be the first time he's been involved in time travel gone questionably wrong (though this is so much bigger if he's right).

He wouldn't need his senses to understand Jean's distress. But all he's greeted with is a wall if he tries, and that helps to contextualize nothing. All he's left with is an accusation, the upset, and a great deal of confusion. Charles sighs softly, resisting the urge to shake his head and say no.]

Whoever did, Jean, was not me. [Or he was. But he is still very tired of being told who he is and who he will be when everything changes and falls apart so easily. It's one thing to contend with the past. It's quite another to have to defend against the fallout of a timeline he's never experienced.] And I'm not leaving now. Not if I have a choice.

[Though he does, however, file that bit about Erik away for later. That he's here is...something of a relief. That he--or another of himself, would trust him to do that is telling of something else entirely. Especially if Erik had agreed.]

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[ It's a long story, as he's about to find out. There are people from their past, their future, and present. The Ingress doesn't discriminate who it pulls and from where. It even pulled Charles from a time before he knew Jean.

She gives her eyelids another rub, sniffing a few times and hating that she was doing this. She hated crying in general but crying in front of others was always so embarrassing. ]

There was a time when you didn't know me, either. You had longer hair and a beard.

Don't apologize.

[ That's his general opinion on Kurt, seriously, there is no need. Of course he's going to be surprised and amazed. He's pretty surprised and amazed that he's here too. He's also kind of pissed, but such is his life. But not at Kurt. Kurt's a marshmallow and he's not really the kind of guy who punches down when he can help it, for all his other faults. Instead, he squeezes him back and pats Kurt's shoulder with a dry little laugh. ]

And don't worry about it. Consider this the lamest surprise.

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