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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.

welcome to thisavrou

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escoria

⋆ 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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[justonetouch]

[There is a slight cock to her head, forehead furrowing as Rogue regards him. It's understandable, really, as he seems... Out of it. Of course that isn't all he seems, but considering this place, Rogue isn't entirely certain about what can go on. Anything, it seems, and maybe he's been on some strange mission to some strange planet, and that's why he's looking... So old, for lack of a better word.]

That is my name. Don't wear it out.

[There is a lightness to her voice that belies the growing concern within her. She would never classify him as sunshine and lollipops, but Rogue likes him just the way he is, gruff around the edges but with a heart of pure gold.

She's next to him now, and that worry is evident in her eyes. There is still so much to learn about this place, and each day there doesn't seem to be enough time to figure it all out. And she doesn't understand, plain and simple, at least not yet.]

Did- You okay?

[el_paso]

[ Yep, there's that powerful, bitterly instinctive urge to rabbit, the one he picked up on the road to El Paso. Keep his head down, don't intervene; the rest of the world and anything that might drag him down can fuck right off. Don't think, just do. How disappointed she'll be when she finds out just how much tarnish that heart of his has picked up.

His tongue's stuck to the roof of his mouth, in concert with the painful lump in his throat. Maybe he should have been better prepared, after finding Storm, but it's just that same, raw hurt. Logan wets his lips. ]

I. Uh.

[ She's looking at him like he's grown two heads and he's floundering wildly for what to say. Words in the end aren't enough though, because he'll only choke on them, so he takes a leaf out of Ororo's book, stepping in to wrap Rogue up in a tight hug. ]

[justonetouch]

[It... is Logan, isn't it? She had seen him not that long ago, yesterday evening, at the Institute here, which is why she doesn't understand why he looks like that. He's always seemed... Ageless. Eternal. Slightly weathered and rough around the edges, maybe, but she's never minded that either. Of course, maybe she's always put him up on a slight pedestal, but he's given her so much that she can't help it.]

Logan? What ha- [Although it is all that she does get out before he's moving closer, and hugging her. If she does stand there frozen, it's not really that surprising. Neither of them are really touchy feely people, albeit for their own reasons, and it's not making any sense.]

Hey... [That light drawl to her voice before her arms do go to hug him back. Did something happen to him here? On another planet? What other possibilities are there? Unless it is Mystique... But why would she go hugging Rogue? More like than not she'd have turned heel, and why would she want to look like an older Logan?

It is a slight role reversal from their usual relationship, but Rogue's grown a lot since that girl that stole in to his vehicle.] Hey. It's okay.

[el_paso]

[ God, does he hate hearing how it's okay. None of this or the past few years has been okay. Maybe it will be, one day, but right now it isn't.

All right- Logan brings himself to pull away, his eyes shining. He's brought a hand up to touch her cheek in a kind of wonder, sweeping aside a lock of white hair. It's unbelievable. the last time he saw her, saw any of his friends...

A look of pain crosses his features. He clears his throat. ]

It's good to see you, kid.

[kuekuatsu]

[Ever since they arrived on this strange planet, after the crash, Logan has been half restless. Charles, the kids, they all have settled in a semi-normal life at the new mansion, but for the Wolverine, it still feels too surreal. He's fought all of his life, he's lost so much that he always expects to wake up one morning and have this...good life taken away from him again.

Maybe that's why he can't really settle down to one job. He takes contracts here and there to help Chuck pay the bills for the mansion, teaches the kids what they need to know to survive, because if he has access to them this young in their life, he's sure as hell going to make sure they'll make it, if he ever doesn't. But he can't find something permanent, it's not in his nature, and he's not trusting this feeling of comfort to last. Life always screws him up anyway, and it's always the ones he cares for that pays for it.

He's coming back from helping with some carpentry job, a cigar caught between his teeth, when he comes up to Rogue and...himself?]

Rogue?

[He's expected the other shoe to drop for some time now, even more so since Magneto showed up. Logan guesses it's only fair that Mystique shows up soon after her jackass of a boss. But unlike Liberty island, there's something off with his double. It's like looking into one of those freak mirror at the circus, except that this one made him look older instead of taller or bigger. He growls as he drops the cigar, claws coming out with that familiar 'snikt'.]

Get away from him, kid. That's not me.

[He breathes in hard, trying to ignore how Mystique's scent seems all wrong and nothing he remembers her to smell like: blood, sand and that familiar metallic odor of adamantium. Would have he been more calm, Logan would have realized that it's his own smell, but his nerves are raw: he's just got the kids back, he's not letting anyone take them away. He's out for blood if they find themselves threatened.]

[justonetouch]

[She has no idea what it is that has happened. How could she? A lot of the people that she knows are younger here, and possibly not even the same individuals that she knows. That alone is confusing enough, although even if they haven't met, Rogue still finds them much the same as the people she knows. Not exactly the same, given that you are shaped by your experiences, but they aren't complete strangers either.

It is that stillness though that remains as he moves back. What has happened? It's like him, but not like him, and his motion reminds her of times past. Even if they aren't people to talk about their feelings, she has been comforted by him in the past, recalling how he had brought her back from the brink. The pained expression is not one that she expects, but then again, she doesn't expect any of it.]

Ya saw me yesterday... Did you go off to one of the planets?

[She has learned that strange things can happen here. The conversation with Carl flashes briefly through her mind, remembering what he had said about people changing. Yet even as her mouth opens to say something more, her name catches her attention, and brow furrowing, she glances in the direction to see-]

Logan?

[There is that caught by surprise tone to her voice, as her mouth drops open, hanging there, as she freezes in place. She blinks, eyes shifting from one to the other, because that's Logan, and yet she would have sworn that he's Logan too, and just what the hell is going on?]

What?

[el_paso]

[ The sharp bite of adamantium holds a different meaning for this Logan, particularly when it comes packaged in a form like that. His heart feels like it seizes in his chest; the fury comes on swift behind it, cold against a spike of fear that isn't for himself. If Transigen can get another one of it shipped here, how many more can they send through the Ingress?

How many people will it kill?

Logan takes Rogue firmly by the arm, with an aim to drag her behind the shield of his tall frame. He's not about to let this freak lay one finger on her, not now, not ever. ]

Don't listen to it, Rogue. Get somewhere safe. Go. Go!

[ He barks at her over his shoulder, baring his teeth at the imposter. Claws out, hot between his knuckles, Logan takes a second to center himself amid the market noise...

...and charges the doppelgänger head-on, ready to feint aside and slash it in the side if he can. ]

[justonetouch]

[She is still trying to process what it is that she is seeing, because what she is seeing isn't making any sense. The Logan that has just appeared, she would swear, is the one she saw last night, although how does that explain the Logan right in front of her?

Her only thought is Mystique, but there's no way the Logan that has been at the mansion is her, because surely the Professor would have picked up on that. And, given the regard that the others supposedly hold for her, Rogue would think that they would to. Yet she's only registering these things as she's pushed back, and she's reeling mentally.

There are differences, of course, yet there they both are, claws out, and even as she does finally register the action that is being taken, she does scream out.]

Stop it!

[Because whatever is going on here, this isn't the way to go about it, and she's scrambling towards them, heedless of any consequences that might come from that action.]