Water gushes over his boots. Actually? He can't be too pissed off about it when he's already soaked to the bone, anyway. Not gonna ask about the suit, either. He's squeezed himself into plenty of uniforms for the X-Men. Which makes him have more questions about who the hell this guy is, but he's gonna ride outta here first. Which he does. The road turns to dirt, dry as a bone, then a misty highway with an ominous roadside sign that flashes WAIT FOR HIM IN THIS LANE. He means to get back to Panorama, maybe pause on the side of the road for a bit depending on how far they've got left to go.
Then the little bug up ahead veers right. Logan turns on instinct to follow him, thinking maybe the man saw something important 'til he spots the flickering holographic sign spelling out Denny's in bold letters.
That's different.
He sighs, slowing to a stop behind the man. Watches him get out of the car. Seriously? ] Hey! The hell are youā€”we're not stoppingā€” [ Ugh. ] Hey, assholeā€”
[ And that's how he ends up pushing open the door to a bizarre futuristic Denny's. He hates this fuckin' place. At least the door doesn't seal shut behind them. Lit up inside, too. Pretty clean, even. He frowns, glancing around the booths, the screens, the counters where nobody's working but where a bunch of machines sit next to a cash register.
Logan shakes off his jacket, hanging it over a chair to dry off. ] Wanna tell me what we're doing here?
[ 'Cause he was thinking about going home to get some damn sleep. Though...now that they're here, he can smell fresh eggs and pancakes. Syrup on the table looks decent, too. He sniffs it. Not bad. Something in here's gotta be waiting to kill them, right? Luck just doesn't happen to him. ]
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Water gushes over his boots. Actually? He can't be too pissed off about it when he's already soaked to the bone, anyway. Not gonna ask about the suit, either. He's squeezed himself into plenty of uniforms for the X-Men. Which makes him have more questions about who the hell this guy is, but he's gonna ride outta here first. Which he does. The road turns to dirt, dry as a bone, then a misty highway with an ominous roadside sign that flashes WAIT FOR HIM IN THIS LANE. He means to get back to Panorama, maybe pause on the side of the road for a bit depending on how far they've got left to go.
Then the little bug up ahead veers right. Logan turns on instinct to follow him, thinking maybe the man saw something important 'til he spots the flickering holographic sign spelling out Denny's in bold letters.
That's different.
He sighs, slowing to a stop behind the man. Watches him get out of the car. Seriously? ] Hey! The hell are youā€”we're not stoppingā€” [ Ugh. ] Hey, assholeā€”
[ And that's how he ends up pushing open the door to a bizarre futuristic Denny's. He hates this fuckin' place. At least the door doesn't seal shut behind them. Lit up inside, too. Pretty clean, even. He frowns, glancing around the booths, the screens, the counters where nobody's working but where a bunch of machines sit next to a cash register.
Logan shakes off his jacket, hanging it over a chair to dry off. ] Wanna tell me what we're doing here?
[ 'Cause he was thinking about going home to get some damn sleep. Though...now that they're here, he can smell fresh eggs and pancakes. Syrup on the table looks decent, too. He sniffs it. Not bad. Something in here's gotta be waiting to kill them, right? Luck just doesn't happen to him. ]