diadem :: INBOX;
Inbox
326 – 5587
"Leave a message."
Contacts
Arlie
Chuck
Doc
Furiosa
Karen
Laura
Livio
Lottie
Lucy
Miko
@pse
Nadine
Princess
Rogue
Scotty
Pyro
Wilson
327 – 1989
[ After Charles has gone looking for Raven and he's exhausted his trip to the quadrants, he comes back to the city. He doesn't return to their room but decides to inform Logan so he understands. As per usual, he does a tiny little knock on Logan's mind so he knows that Charles is about to speak to him. ]
Raven is gone. That's where I've been, searching for her, but I am certain now that is the case. I don't want to talk about it.
[ What is there to say? It's tragic and painful and that is that. ]
Raven is gone. That's where I've been, searching for her, but I am certain now that is the case. I don't want to talk about it.
[ What is there to say? It's tragic and painful and that is that. ]
[ So that's where the man's gone to. Logan had checked once, to make sure Charles was travelling and not actually missing—the recent bullshit with the hitchhikers has him more concerned, to say the least—but he hadn't realized it had to do with Raven. Gone where is the real question, though he understands the permanence of what it means when Charles can't feel somebody out there in his mind. It says all the confirmation they've ever needed.
He's more used to concrete communication; his reply buzzes through Charles' phone. To somebody who doesn't know him the way Charles does, it might read a little too gruff. ]
Left some dinner in the fridge.
He's more used to concrete communication; his reply buzzes through Charles' phone. To somebody who doesn't know him the way Charles does, it might read a little too gruff. ]
Left some dinner in the fridge.
Edited 2025-07-22 17:23 (UTC)
What's going on?
The Professor said you got some sort of upsetting news but won't say what it is.
[ Funny, she can't talk about her own issues for shit, but she's quick to worry about his. ]
The Professor said you got some sort of upsetting news but won't say what it is.
[ Funny, she can't talk about her own issues for shit, but she's quick to worry about his. ]
[ He hadn't really wanted to drag her into his shit. Charles just had to go and say something, huh? (It's not on the Professor; it was gonna come out sooner or later.) ]
Long story.
[ Some other time, maybe. He's still figuring it out himself first. But: ]
Told Scott what happened to him and Jean.
You see him getting into shit, you let me or Storm know, okay?
Long story.
[ Some other time, maybe. He's still figuring it out himself first. But: ]
Told Scott what happened to him and Jean.
You see him getting into shit, you let me or Storm know, okay?
i realized i said "text" but then she called him immediately oops
![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
heritors
- 2025-11-01 18:31 (UTC) - Expand[ In the early hours of one wintry morning, when the snow is gently falling and the closest gunshots — or possibly fireworks — are miles away. ]
Are you awake?
[ This is not going to end the way Logan might imagine. ]
Are you awake?
[ This is not going to end the way Logan might imagine. ]
Edited (the fuck was that word soup) 2025-12-02 14:25 (UTC)
[Wade's felt a lot of devastating amounts of pain in his life, sure. But none of them have scruffed his brain like an unruly cat and slammed it against the wall, over and over, and rattled him down to the bones --
And then sort of just, vanished.
There and back again, except with some kind of horrible, invisible, physical trauma. Normally, he'd be like, right, that's probably the mega cancer talking. Sometimes he's got bad days. Sometimes he's got worse.
This, though? Somehow, he just. Knows. Kind of like how you know when a hotdog is actually chicken, and you've been cheated by a hot dog cart you absolutely trusted. Er. Minus the betrayal part.
It isn't immediate, Wade's text. For one, he was busy jerking off when it happened, and two, he figures the worst outcome will be that Logan's dead. And we all know where that leads.
So it's more like an hour after that Pain Episode that Logan will get a little ding:]
hey not for any reason but are u like. dead?
And then sort of just, vanished.
There and back again, except with some kind of horrible, invisible, physical trauma. Normally, he'd be like, right, that's probably the mega cancer talking. Sometimes he's got bad days. Sometimes he's got worse.
This, though? Somehow, he just. Knows. Kind of like how you know when a hotdog is actually chicken, and you've been cheated by a hot dog cart you absolutely trusted. Er. Minus the betrayal part.
It isn't immediate, Wade's text. For one, he was busy jerking off when it happened, and two, he figures the worst outcome will be that Logan's dead. And we all know where that leads.
So it's more like an hour after that Pain Episode that Logan will get a little ding:]
hey not for any reason but are u like. dead?
[ Wilson's not the last person he expects to hear from—got a habit of shooting him a message any goddamn hour of the day or night—but he is the last person Logan expects to check up on him out of nowhere.
He doesn't see the text 'til a few hours later. Was busy sleeping off healing a chunk of his leg back, and after he woke up, the first thing he did was see how Karen was before he shoved three cans of tuna and half a loaf of bread down his throat.
He's still chewing when he reads it. ]
Don't worry, bet's still on the table.
What's got you asking?
He doesn't see the text 'til a few hours later. Was busy sleeping off healing a chunk of his leg back, and after he woke up, the first thing he did was see how Karen was before he shoved three cans of tuna and half a loaf of bread down his throat.
He's still chewing when he reads it. ]
Don't worry, bet's still on the table.
What's got you asking?
[ She's been doing a lot of knitting when it gets slow while working overnight shifts in the diner. She's managed to get her hands on some green, shiny paper to wrap a yellow, hand knit hat, scarf, and glove set (maybe the yarn color was more affordable because it's mustard yellow, maybe she's picked up some Worst Wolverine Void memories without realizing it, who knows).
The backs of the gloves are open, similar to this so he can pop his claws without ruining them. Which make them less functional as something to keep his hands warm, but she figures he doesn't have to worry about frostbite.
It comes with a box of homemade Christmas cookies.
Attached is a brief note: ]
First attempt at claw-friendly gloves.
Merry Christmas, Logan
-Rogue
The backs of the gloves are open, similar to this so he can pop his claws without ruining them. Which make them less functional as something to keep his hands warm, but she figures he doesn't have to worry about frostbite.
It comes with a box of homemade Christmas cookies.
Attached is a brief note: ]
First attempt at claw-friendly gloves.
Merry Christmas, Logan
-Rogue
[ One day, shortly before Christmas, a hand delivered package in a mid-sized cardboard box will show up. It would be wrapped in newspaper, if Kimiko had bothered to buy a newspaper; instead, it’s wrapped in brown postal paper patterned in little anthropomorphic sushis drawn in sharpie.
Inside the box are a few things. A short, stout bottle of whiskey with stylistic embellishments in the glass, so you know it’s the good stuff. A magnetic case for a spare car key, to be stuck in the undercarriage of his vehicle in case of emergencies. And, lastly, a thousand piece puzzle. (For you and your girlfriend to do together, a post-it stuck to the top of the box lid reads.)
No card, but she’s written on top of the box in big, careful letters:
Merry Christmas!
Kimiko
So there’s no confusion about who this is from. ]
Inside the box are a few things. A short, stout bottle of whiskey with stylistic embellishments in the glass, so you know it’s the good stuff. A magnetic case for a spare car key, to be stuck in the undercarriage of his vehicle in case of emergencies. And, lastly, a thousand piece puzzle. (For you and your girlfriend to do together, a post-it stuck to the top of the box lid reads.)
No card, but she’s written on top of the box in big, careful letters:
Merry Christmas!
Kimiko
So there’s no confusion about who this is from. ]
[ They don't really talk, but Logan will nevertheless find a wrapped bottle of whiskey under the tree after their holiday gathering, Logan's name written on it. On the small note tucked to it, it reads plainly. ]
Happy Holidays
— EL
Happy Holidays
— EL
[ Wasn't at all what he was expecting. Logan spends a good ten minutes chewing on the idea of Erik giving him anything or what it might mean. In the end, he accepts it for the peace offering it seems to be.
So while he hasn't quite taken the step to give anything in return—they're not there yet—the fact that Logan doesn't leave the gift untouched says something. And maybe he'll remember it next time they bump into each other. ]
So while he hasn't quite taken the step to give anything in return—they're not there yet—the fact that Logan doesn't leave the gift untouched says something. And maybe he'll remember it next time they bump into each other. ]
[ She'll get around to thanking him for the Christmas gift, but first, seemingly unprompted cryptic nonsense without so much as a hello. ]
How much do you trust him?
[ She's talking about Erik, but he's welcome to interpret that however he wants. ]
How much do you trust him?
[ She's talking about Erik, but he's welcome to interpret that however he wants. ]
[ There's only couple of mutual him they know where she might've asked after, and he suspects it's not Cable or Wade. ]
This one? Not much.
But he's kept his head down.
[ It's complicated. The Erik he knows from the future pulled a lot of shit, but he also did a lot on their side, too, in the end. Learned the lessons only fifty more years of fucking it up could teach you. Still a goddamn pain on the neck, but Logan understands exactly where they stood with each other.
This younger Erik? He's done less—but he's learned less, too, and Logan can't say he knows him as well. ]
Why? He do something?
This one? Not much.
But he's kept his head down.
[ It's complicated. The Erik he knows from the future pulled a lot of shit, but he also did a lot on their side, too, in the end. Learned the lessons only fifty more years of fucking it up could teach you. Still a goddamn pain on the neck, but Logan understands exactly where they stood with each other.
This younger Erik? He's done less—but he's learned less, too, and Logan can't say he knows him as well. ]
Why? He do something?
Edited 2025-12-27 16:07 (UTC)
[If he doesn't answer the first time, Logan's going to keep getting rings until he answers, in which an out of breath, worried Lucy bursts out with:] Please tell me you're okay. You're okay, right? I'm sorry. I didn't -- [And her voice goes quieter, and small, and maybe a little dead.] I didn't know what else to do.
[ She might've run him several times that night, only to find Logan fast fuckin' asleep after all the shit he's been through, in part 'cause he's stuck his phone on vibrate. It doesn't wake him 'til it buzzes right off the nightstand and knocks him upside the head, startling him out of some stupid dream he swears is coming from Wilson.
Jesus Christ, he mumbles under his breath, before swiping at his phone and quietly ducking out of the room so he doesn't wake Karen up, too. ]
Hey, easy, slow down— [ Shit. He rubs his eye. Lucy. Right. It takes him a sec to dredge through that memory, not 'cause he forgot but because his head's jumbled full of bullshit that he's been shoving down. Trying to focus on what's real. ] I'm good. Okay? I'm good. What about you, you alright?
Jesus Christ, he mumbles under his breath, before swiping at his phone and quietly ducking out of the room so he doesn't wake Karen up, too. ]
Hey, easy, slow down— [ Shit. He rubs his eye. Lucy. Right. It takes him a sec to dredge through that memory, not 'cause he forgot but because his head's jumbled full of bullshit that he's been shoving down. Trying to focus on what's real. ] I'm good. Okay? I'm good. What about you, you alright?
Page 1 of 2