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[welcomethecold]

The air doesn't feel right. This is the first thing Bobby notices. The next thing he notices is that he's still in a hospital gown and that he's supposed to be on the way to a bathroom, yet he finds himself walking somewhere outside. Nervously, he stops, glances around, and then crosses his arms over his chest. It just figures that first, he's

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[canttouch]

Rogue has a backpack full of CD's she'd hijacked from the mall. Her hands are bare and she carrys a stake as she walks back to the apartment. Her brow furrows as she catches sight of someone in front of her. A familiar looking someone...

"Bobby?" she asks in a hesitant voice.

[welcomethecold]

Probably not too familiar looking! Bobby is in his late twenties (and he jokes, constantly, about how he isn't that young and how everyone else is jealous of him and his lack of wrinkles). He hears his name and stumbles a little bit (thus forcing the little gown to come up in the back). The action reminds him of how much he probably needed that hydrogen bath. He has a feeling he's never going to get that.

"Uh--" he begins, but cuts himself off when he looks at the owner of the voice. "Rogue?" he asked. "Little. Rogue." It is rare that Bobby is a little tongue-tied, but this moment leaves him a little confused.

[canttouch]

"Little...I..." she furrows her brow. He's older than when she left him a few weeks ago. "You're older...an' half naked. Let's get you back to the apartment buildings, Sugar an' get you dressed. I'll explain on the way."

[welcomethecold]

"Of course I'm half-naked!" he burst out without thinking twice. Bobby had always been rather temperamental. "Northstar attacked me, but I managed to live--and then Mystique--and then--you should know this, you were there." He eyed her, stepping back away. "Kind of. Is this one of those alternate dimensions the others're always talking about? Always wondered when it happened when I would get a one-way ticket to one. Or the loony bin. Think this must be a loony bin."

[talkback]

"Well."

Chase strolls out from the shadows, his shotgun pointed towards the ground. This guy looks familiar. That could be bad.

"Not a dream, buddy boy. This place is real."