sixthiterationlogs | huh. so we're doing this again, eh?

WHO: Logan Howlett
WHERE: Fountain, House #60, Inn
WHEN: July 9th and 10th
OPEN TO: All
WARNINGS: He's Logan, considered yourselves warned

Arrival Day; Fountain - One volunteer for fountain, otherwise OTA

In the midst of it happening, Logan felt the feeling of déjà vu; his mind remembering the sensation of water surrounding. But given his very last memories of what had occurred and the whirlwind of anger and pain and confusion of a place and people he shouldn't know but did make his arrival a rather loud one.

He grunts while trying to catch his breath and looks around with a defensive look that conveyed that the man was clearly unpredictable and needed to be approached with caution, though it doesn't take too long for him to finally get on his feet and take a look around with something of familiarity.

Later in the evening, he could be found sitting on the step of his newly claimed house trying to collect his thoughts and figure out the past, present and what was going on in his future. As well as where his last visit to the settlement fit into it all.

Around and at the Inn - OTA

Any kind of rest didn't include much sleep. As always, he woke up after a nightmare, metal claws out and shredded sheets on either side of him. This time, he was letting out a pained holler when they didn't. There was only intense pressure that made both hands ache like they never had before.

So he grabs the white shirt that he'd changed into earlier that day and sets out for a walk, eventually ending up at the inn where he grumbles through making a cup of something and sits down.

He could really use a cigar and a glass of something strong right now.

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It was Gilbert who sensed him first. That animal magnetism had charmed her dog long ago, and as they had seen, Logan had a talent for making friends with the wild life. He bolted from the field, leaving Margaery to watch the livestock as he chased after the grumpy Northerner. Given how simple it was for others to come and go, it was no longer a surprise to see familiar faces returned...or others disappearing from their beds.

She wrapped her shawl around her shoulders as she took a few steps towards Logan and her dog. Giving a low whistle, she called Gilbert back to her and commanded him back to the fields, to follow and chase the livestock as he enjoyed.

"You are back."

There were only a handful of people Logan can actually say he wants to see when he remembers where he is. One of those people is Margaery and she is likely the only one left who can remember him being there before.

Slowing to a stop, he can't help the small curve of one side of his mouth. "Appears that way. Miss me?"

He doesn't see any reason not to pick up where they left off.

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"I did." He came at a time when she needed a friendly face. With so many people leaving the village, seeing someone return reminded her that it was possible. Not everyone was gone for good and sometimes the Observers weren't done with a person yet. With the loss of Robb fresh, Logan was enough to make her smile, even if only a little.

She pulled her shawl tighter around her, holding herself together in this way. "You remember everything." That was never a guarantee she found. Some came back without ever knowing they had been here before. The Observers were either tormenting Logan with this or making his readjustment easier, it was hard to tell.

"You have been gone some time."

The comment earns a slight lift of his shoulders and an indifferent bob of his head.

"Yeah, most of it." he answers, looking her over without appearing so much like he was. There was definitely something different in her features; a sense of wariness and definitely sadness that could be a number of things given the setting. He remembers the risks and the very real threat of losing anyone one got too close to.

He remembers it well because that is simply how his life is. Here or back in his world.

"Care to fill me in on exactly how long?" he asks.

"Over a year?" It's somewhere between a guess and certainty. She remembered that is was summer when she last saw him, in a similar state and with a moose on his trail. Yet it still felt like it was a lifetime ago, that it was another Margaery who knew him. When he disappeared, she had lost a good friend, one that had similar barriers around his heart. Having him returned was hope in its sweetest form.

"It is difficult to tell, but we are in a different village. One day, we were all crawling out of the fountain in an exact replica of the other village, but the homes that were destroyed in the other are repaired here. There is still no word why we suddenly went through such a strange transition."

There was a great deal to tell him, so many things that happened. Her visions and now the sudden loss of them, the spores and the different pods. She could already imagine his quips about all of it.

Oddly, the aforementioned year does feel like a long time when he tries to remember where he was in his world and then thinks about the laws of time where it comes to this place. His memory doesn't recall anything more than being tossed into the Potomac River by one Erik Lehnsherr, but somehow a year had passed since he'd been there?

And two villages? Yes, there was more to tell, that's for sure.

"It felt different," Logan said, looking around before bringing his gaze back to Margaery. "And one of the first things I noticed was that there was no canyon."

"There are different plants and animals as well. I think my farm animals are the last of the cows, goats and sheep." There weren't any wandering in the woods. Instead, there were weird amalgamations of creatures that she didn't recognize or trust. "I had the chance to see the forests when the Observers sent us to gather lichen."

It took getting used to, sometimes now she forgot that the village changed.

"I'm glad you're here." She said softly, speaking honestly as she reached for his hand. "It's as if the Observers sensed I needed your strength."

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