001 ✘ [action/voice]
[When Logan wakes up, face down on the floor of his room, it takes him a moment of orientation to realize he sure as hell isn't in the X-Mansion. Even when that's sunk in, there's just one thing on his mind.]
... Jean.
[He grabs the edge of the bed and pulls himself up to his feet, the open journal on the bed catching his words. A look out the window earns a double take, and he leans out the frame, so that he can see the side of the building that he's in.
What. The hell.]
Well, that's new. [Turning back into the room] Jean! [His shouts don't lead to any replies, so he moves into the hallway, and finds his name inscribed with care on a plaque on the door. Something clicks, and he looks up at the ceiling abruptly. Sure this all looks real, hell, even smells real, but Logan knows fully well what she's capable of, and Jean's definitely far from stable right now.] Jean, I know you can hear me. You're not fooling anybody. This isn't real. [He moves a few steps down the hall, noticing other names on doors across the hall, ones that aren't familiar in any way, and he frowns. A pretty elaborate illusion she's constructed in his head.]
Come on, don't leave me here. I can help you.
[But she's already rejected that argument. He refrains from mentioning the Professor this time. Better safe than thrown through a wall.] You and me. We'll figure out what happened to you.
To Scott. [That's a dangerous game, throwing out that name again, after the last time, but it sure as hell snapped her out of it then, too. Maybe it'll be enough to get her to lose enough focus for a moment for him to fight free of this mental snare.]
[ooc; feel free to run into Logan in the hallway, or do voice responses over the journal :3]
... Jean.
[He grabs the edge of the bed and pulls himself up to his feet, the open journal on the bed catching his words. A look out the window earns a double take, and he leans out the frame, so that he can see the side of the building that he's in.
What. The hell.]
Well, that's new. [Turning back into the room] Jean! [His shouts don't lead to any replies, so he moves into the hallway, and finds his name inscribed with care on a plaque on the door. Something clicks, and he looks up at the ceiling abruptly. Sure this all looks real, hell, even smells real, but Logan knows fully well what she's capable of, and Jean's definitely far from stable right now.] Jean, I know you can hear me. You're not fooling anybody. This isn't real. [He moves a few steps down the hall, noticing other names on doors across the hall, ones that aren't familiar in any way, and he frowns. A pretty elaborate illusion she's constructed in his head.]
Come on, don't leave me here. I can help you.
[But she's already rejected that argument. He refrains from mentioning the Professor this time. Better safe than thrown through a wall.] You and me. We'll figure out what happened to you.
To Scott. [That's a dangerous game, throwing out that name again, after the last time, but it sure as hell snapped her out of it then, too. Maybe it'll be enough to get her to lose enough focus for a moment for him to fight free of this mental snare.]
[ooc; feel free to run into Logan in the hallway, or do voice responses over the journal :3]