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[frankensteinian]

WHO: Erik Lehnsherr
WHERE: The Fountain and the Inn
WHEN: January 2nd
OPEN TO: Emma, Logan, and all: There will be locked threads for Emma and Logan, but feel free to start your own at either location after that
WARNINGS: Anger and people flying through the air
STATUS: Open

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I. Drowned rat

This is wrong. One more item on the list of things in his life that have not turned out the way he wanted them to. His first thought is of the fountain in Paris, but that was ten years and three countries ago. Wherever this fountain is, it's not in Paris, and it's definitely not the woods behind his house in Poland.

The first thing he notices when he pulls himself out of the fountain – other than that he was right, it's neither Paris nor Poland – is how cold it is. To-the-bone cold, and he's wet and only dressed in –

What the hell is he wearing?

II. Grumpy rat

He's finally calmed down a little (enough to stop causing any more bruises, anyway) and had it suggested to him that he might want to start at the inn. Or maybe he'd just been told that to make him someone else's problem. He could see it happening that way.

He's not an idiot though. He knows how important it is to find somewhere warm first, with the weather being what it is, and if the inn is where people are, it stands to reason that it's also somewhere warm. Maybe somewhere to start getting some answers, too. There's somewhere he needs to be, and this is not it.

He pushes open the door to the inn and finds himself a table at the back while trying to draw too much attention to himself. (Which is probably hard, given how obnoxiously bright his clothes are.) He sets the backpack down on the table and starts to examine its contents. A black coat, good, and the denim overalls are still a bit ridiculous, but at least he has some options other than what he's got on.

Comments

Closed - for Emma

[frankensteinian]

The first thing to do in any situation -- especially when in a new place -- is to make an assessment of it. He sees a scattering of buildings, not exactly modern-looking, one of which has smoke coming out of the chimneys. That's a promising sign. At least it means that he's not alone here, and there's something to burn for heat.

He doesn't hear someone approaching him.

Re: Closed - for Emma

[thesavior]

Emma had gotten new boots for Christmas, so they were extra crunchy on the snow. If one was not absorbed in a new place, and the disorientation of the fountain was a loop that most people couldn't handle. Emma was looking down, careful to keep the snow out of her eyes, when she gently bumped into the man she didn't know was there.

"Oh sorry!"

[frankensteinian]

All he notices is what feels like someone reaching for him. For most people, it's probably not an issue of any sort, but he's not most people. He'd been willing to go with the policemen when it meant that his family would be safe, but they're dead now, and the policemen too. There's no one left to save, except himself.

Which is what causes his instincts to kick in, and when that happens, he whirls to face whoever it is that touched him and pushes the metal away so that she finds herself flying through the air, although not very high off the ground or very far away. Landing won't hurt much.

[thesavior]

The last thing that Emma was expecting was a complete and total stranger to react to her bumping into him by tossing her into the air. Granted, it wasn't far or very high, but the principal of the matter was that Emma did not like being tossed into the air at all.

"Hey!" She said, as she swept her hand up and to the side, gently pushing Erik into a bank of snow. "What is wrong with you?" She asked getting up and moving over to him, offering him a hand because she is Emma and that is who she is.

Closed - for Logan

[frankensteinian]

Now he's sure that there are other people here, which is something. He's not sure what, exactly, but knowing that it's not just someone toying with him is at least a little reassuring. He'd prefer not being toyed with at all, of course. But knowing he's not in this alone hasn't improved his mood any, which is unfortunate for the next person he comes across.

The fact that the next person just happens to be the most magnetic thing for miles around, and Erik can feel him coming, is doubly unfortunate.

[notan_animal]

Oh, there's someone Erik definitely knows, but it turns out that Logan isn't aware of the metal man's arrival until he sees him. To which Logan's brows both arch upwards slowly and his expression goes from indifferent to pissed off.

Not only was the person pulling people in a moron, but Logan hasn't gotten over what Erik did to him in Washington. That much is damn obvious in the way he looks at the other mutant.

Like he's about to charge.

Now, Logan doesn't realise it quite yet because the fact he was slowly turning into a walking, talking magnet hadn't been noticed. It takes that running start to notice that it almost felt like someone was pushing him forward from behind. Someone strong and certainly not Erik because he'd feel that, too.

Even once he figured out that something was wrong, Logan couldn't stop himself from propelling forward.

[frankensteinian]

Oh. It's the fellow survivor. A very angry-looking fellow survivor.

Sorry, Logan. Erik has a lot of concerns right now, and your hissy fit over a dunk in a river is nowhere near the top of that list of concerns. He raises his arm, hand extended, as if to push Logan away. It's a gesture they're both familiar with. Despite the fact that something is pulling Logan in, Erik is still successful in pushing him away. Farther and harder than when it had happened to Emma. There's more to work with this time, and it doesn't take much for Logan to end up flat on his back a good distance away from the fountain.

"So that's what happens when they're metal."

[notan_animal]

The feeling it created wasn't a nice one, especially with the way it felt as though every bit of adamantium was going to be pulled out of his body. To a lesser degree of what he felt back in DC.

So, Erik still had some of his powers, too. Great.

When Logan landed, the air was knocked out of him a bit. He scowled, face up to the sky and instead of get up first, he simply called out.

"I wouldn't get used to throwing your weight around here. You're under someone else's mercy."

II

[guessihavelostcount]

Yes, it was kind of hard to ignore the tall man in the very bright scrubs but it was more than that for Claire. It was the fact that she actually recognized him, sitting up a little straighter with a curious look as she watched him move to a nearby table. Considering his state and the bag he was carrying, it was easy enough to guess that he had just arrived.

Now the question was if he would recognize her.

Rising up to her feet, she moved over to his table with the still curious look accompanied by a small, polite smile. "Hey, you doing okay?"

[frankensteinian]

He continues to look through the contents of the backpack, which are thankfully dry, piling them up on the table as he comes across them. Only clothing. Nothing useful beyond that.

"I'm in a place I don't know, where I don't know how I got here or how long I'll be forced to stay. To arrive here, I was dropped in a fountain and I'm currently dressed in something that makes me look like a bottle of upset stomach medication. What do you think?"

[guessihavelostcount]

"I'm guessing the same way I felt a few days ago when I pulled myself out of the fountain too." Claire answers with a shrug, not at all bothered by his words or his tone. Instead, she sits down across from him and watches as he continues to poke through his bag.

"You're right about the clothes, though. Wow." She blinks at him. "Those are very bright."

[frankensteinian]

That's different. Most people, when coming across someone in a mood like this, would either walk away or return it with a mood of their own. But here is someone who insists on chatting like something life-changing hasn't just happened.

Now that he's satisfied with the contents of his backpack, he takes a better look around at the room he's in. "This is quaint."

I. after Logan

[powerunleashed]

Jean didn't make her way to the fountain very often, wanting to keep her distance from it in case she remembered the frightening day she'd clawed herself out of it but something had drawn her there today, some desire to peer into it and see if she could see anything staring back.

She didn't expect to see Erik Lehnsherr there, though, and her first, immediate response was to try and reach out with her mind. It was weak and unpredictable, not the way she normally managed it, but she sent out a tendril with just his name to let him know that she knew him.

Erik. Erik, it's me. It's Jean Grey. I'm one of Charles' students.

[frankensteinian]

There's a voice in his head now, and while it's not a new concept or feeling for him by any means, it still has him spinning around to try and find where it's coming from. What makes it more disconcerting is that whoever's doing it seems to know who he is, but he doesn't know who she is.

"Where are you? Who's doing that?" He sees a few women around. It could be any one of them.

[powerunleashed]

Here. Over here. Red hair. My name is Jean Grey and I go to Xavier's school. I know you. You can trust me.

A powerful mutant like Erik wasn't someone who was going to be comfortable with just accepting being trapped by this place and Jean thought that with him and Logan both, they might stand a chance of getting out of here. Both of them were more physically powerful than she was.

[frankensteinian]

Red hair. There. That must be her. Younger than he expected, although he shouldn't be surprised, given that she's admitted to being a student at a school he didn't even know existed again.

He knows she could hear any reply he gave in his head, but he doesn't want anyone in his head right now. "How is it that you know me but I don't know you?"

This is an unfamiliar situation to him. He hasn't discovered the phenomenon of different points in time yet.

I. Drowned rat

[chosenbytheocean]

Moana was inspecting the fountain. She hadn’t found anything special about it so she wondered if it took some sort of spell or ritual to open it; like a portal. She didn’t know enough to do much but she’d felt compelled to look at it anyway. They were stuck here; it was just as bad as being stuck on her island but without the warm sun and her family by her side. She’d give anything to just know that they were all okay.

She jumped back when a man broke the water’s surface, her heart pounding as she watched him pull himself from the mountain.

She waited a few moments, staring at him and then glancing away awkwardly. She wasn’t exactly sure what to say in this situation. She was dressed similarly, in a thick jacket and clunky boots. She didn’t like it but it was warm and she wasn’t used to the cold.

"Are you- okay?" Moana spoke slowly, her hands moving with each word.

[frankensteinian]

Is he okay? Does he look like he's okay? He's just climbed out of a fountain in the middle of who knows where, it's freezing, and he almost lost control of his powers before having to deal with a sharp-tongued (and sharp-clawed) fellow mutant. No, he is not okay.

"I could do without all the cold and snow. And the sudden change in location."

[chosenbytheocean]

Moana frowned. "Yeah, me too." She missed her island, the sun and the sea. Being here was very lonely and it was outside of her depth. She got the feeling that he was angry but there was little she could do to quench that anger.

"There is a jacket in the bag." She pointed, taking a small step towards him and catching her foot on the sidewalk. Moana was still getting used to wearing shoes which was why she stumbled forward. Luckily she caught herself before face planting into the concrete. She already found out that it hurts.

II

[thekittenqueen]

Much as she did with any new arrival that she spied, Margaery collected a blanket, towel and cup of tea. She set all three beside Erik on the table, taking a seat across from him as she regarded him gently. It was almost common place to see grumpy, unfamiliar faces around the inn. This place wasn't an easy adjustment and she tried to at least help in some way to make the transition as easy as possible.

"Have a bit of the tea, it will keep you from becoming sick." She told him softly. "There isn't much that I can offer in the way of answers, I'm afraid, but if I could help you somehow, please tell me?"

[frankensteinian]

"What answers can you offer?" It's sure to be more than he knows about this place now, which is the important thing at the moment. He doesn't know which questions to ask next if he doesn't know which ones are already answered, and he suspects that there are a lot of questions about this place.

He's a little surprised at the number of people who have been helpful for no reason so far, but he doesn't think there's anything menacing in it. Which is also something new. He takes a sip of the tea and pulls the blanket and towel closer. From what he's seen of his place so far, it's not a place where he wants to be getting sick.

[thekittenqueen]

"Near nothing, only what we have observed about this place over the time that we have been here. As far as we can tell, we are the only ones here, yet there is something in this place. We receive gifts outside of our home with things we need. There was a feast assembled in this inn, but no one heard or saw anything before it appeared." Then there was the creature, but without evidence of his body, she didn't know what to say about it.

"I'm Margaery." It wasn't enough to make him feel at ease, but she hoped to at least to give him something. No matter how small it was.

II

[thecatinahat]

Cougar's working on a few arrows when the man comes in, which is hard to miss because the man is wearing a shade of clothes that even Jake might not be caught dead in, which is a shade so bright that it would probably blind even the poorest visioned people. Still, for Cougar, his shocked reaction comes as nothing more than a slight raise of his brow before he gestures to the man with the tip of his newly sharpened arrow.

"Now, we need no lighthouse," is what he says, gaze sliding down over the very bright colour that will make sure that in the event of a fog, Cougar knows who he wants with him.

[frankensteinian]

That is a very nice knife that you are using to sharpen those arrows there, Cougar. Be careful. You wouldn't want anything to happen to it, now would you?

"Is that supposed to be funny?" It's not like he chose to wear this color.

[thecatinahat]

Well, it happens to be funny, but it's also the truth. Cougar tips his hat upwards so that he can gesture to the man's clothes, with a look on his face that clearly states that he'd be the best place to go if things got crowded over. "It's pretty accurate," is what he feels compelled to point out. "It just also happens to be amusing. And unfortunate," he says, because he wouldn't want to look at him for too long.