[ If Logan doesn't drop him his room number, he'll do his best to finagle a spell to track him by multiverse of origin as he opens up the portal. Either way, when the portal opens it'll most likely be inside Logan's hotel room, amber sparks tearing reality apart and leaving a neat hole to spy the foyer of Stephen's Sunset Falls manor house through before he emerges. ]
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[She looks dead inside. He knows the look. Knows the feeling. The whole husk of who you were a little while ago, walking around not knowing your purpose. Missing something - someone, something you can't have. Or that you lost, maybe, by some unfortunate turn of events. It's not his problem though. She came her of her own volition, just like she threw herself into the middle of his fight with that other prick all on her own. She can get herself out of it too, or hunker down and stay put. Probably the better option.
He's finishing packing his bag, zipping it up. Not going to say a thing about his plans. Nada.]
For fuck's sake.
[Why! Why? Why.]
You-
[Before he can get another word out, there's a fucking portal appearing.]
[ willa takes this new development with surprising equanimity, considering how batshit the situation is. but then again, she's been alive for a very long time, one of her dear friends can talk to bugs, her best friend dreams the future, this might as well happen. ]
I take it this is your escape route?
unfortunately he's going to have to double the £0 transport fee for additional passengers
[ Stephen emerges into the room to find not one but two people he doesn't yet really know. It doesn't take a genius to know which one's Logan, and his attention drags from him over to the young woman with an expression that isn't sure whether to settle on amusement or disgruntlement and instead gets tinged with both. ]
Should I give you two a minute?
[ It's not like he's infiltrating a quarantine zone upkept by bonafide meta villains or anything. Take your time. ]
[Logan's - tired. He's always tired but in this moment he feels doubly so, caught between trying to spit out a few words to one person when prompted to pick it up and go by another. He's seen his fair share of portals across his abnormally long life so it's not really startling that Stephen emerges, it just nudges Logan back into moving. He's got his duffel in one hand and a stupid, stupid obligation in the other.]
Yeah, yeah - I'm coming.
[But, he looks to Willa as if waiting on her to decide something she hasn't yet been asked:]
[ despite her composure at a new display of power, willa isn't about to scoff at the chance to experience a portal of some sort. a corridor between places! that's objectively cool! and eventually when she is less 2 depressed 2 stress she will be very annoying about it at stephen. ]
Fucking right I am.
[ no belongings because fuck going back to her room to fetch her water bottle, the rest of her things are at home anyway, she tucks the stolen bathrobe under her arm and scampers over. she offers stephen a beatific smile, however little it does to really warm her exhausted expression. ]
[ There's a moment where he looks between Logan and his casual volunteering of the services of your medium-friendly out-of-neighbourhood sorcerer man as a free for all taxi service and the young woman whose name he does not know but who all the same snaps up the offer and is ready to go in an instant and back again. It's a moment that lasts about until she pays the toll of a compliment - more precisely until her doing so puts her close enough for him to see in her face how cruel it would be for either of them to really consider leaving her behind - and is broken finally with a: ]
[Logan hesitates only for a moment when about to step through the portal - as one does when they know it's totally possible to get magically bisected in a worst case scenario - but then he's heading on through to follow Stephen and leave the hell hole of Central behind. He drops his duffel to the floor once there, and gives Stephen a little pat on the shoulder, brief and fleeting because:]
Knew you were good for it, bub.
[It being transporting the little mouse of a girl behind him who, maybe, he might now try to hand off to being Stephen's problem. If he can hand her off.]
[ willa doesn't hesitate because she's not a pussy like logan. ]
Yes, I must be going to get my late partner's shit in order, but thank you very much, Mr..? You have a lovely home.
[ her eyebrows lift in question as she looks around, eyes darting to the doors to find the ones that lead out. she's gonna bounce but it feels rude not to know the name of her taxi driver. ]
[ The look he's shooting Logan is cut off by her question, head tilting briefly to the side as playing taxi doesn't immediately become playing host. This is not the norm for the usual trajectory of his life, she'll just have to give him a second - ]
Doctor. [ Just, you know, to make that clear. ] Stephen Strange.
[ He'll get back to paying attention to Logan in a second. For now, he has a favourite guest, and it's not the man he extended an invitation to. A nod of his head gestures her toward the front door. ]
You're just going to walk out - of course she's just going to walk out.
[He sounds exasperated but honestly? That's fine. She's out of his hair and she can do whatever fucking wake ass bullshit she needs to do, and he doesn't have to fuck around with prolonged introductions. He shrugs his shoulders back and will wait to watch her bail, before remarking:]
Thank you, Dr Stephen Strange. [ she even dips into a deeply graceful curtsey like she is used to doing ridiculous things like that, effortlessly posh, but it is really only to highlight how she flips logan off. ]
[ Aaaand favourite guest is gone, which leaves him alone with the man he voluntarily decided to land himself with in possibly the stupidest move of the season. ]
Run past me how me doing her a favor makes you even. [ He may not know her name but he's on her team. But he's resigned himself to present company, even with his immediate regret, so one deep breath and a concerted effort to reframe this interaction without the last 5 minutes in it later: ] Do prefer to drink at home or at the bar?
[Not long at all - she helped him heal a few stubborn wounds and now they have a bitchy back and forth. He looks at Stephen, offering a little shrug to follow, like 'you really give a shit?' vibes before he turns his attention to the more important question.]
I don't give a shit where we are if there's a beer in my hand.
[ Well, alright then. A raise of brows in lieu of a shrug and one brief wave of his hand later, there is in fact a beer in Logan's hand, any bags that may have previously occupied it now sitting neatly at the foot of the stairwell.
Might as well drink at home for now. ]
Come on through.
[ He tilts his head in the direction of the lounge and leads the way through to where there's a plush antique couch and a couple of armchairs to choose from in an ornate old reception room that matches the house's vibe. Somewhere from one space to the other Stephen acquires a whisky on the rocks out of literally nowhere, dropping into one of the chairs once he arrives at it with a sigh. ]
[Logan casts one glance around before moving with the flow, even if he feels the ornate vibe of the couch and armchairs is a little too stuffy to be completely comfortable with. However it reminds him a bit of Xavier's mansion, and it's that thought that flits through his head as he gingerly sits down. He's got weight on his bones (literally) so after settling for a moment, he casts a glance back to Stephen.]
... It's real beer, right? Not some imaginary bullshit.
[ A smirk into his glass as he takes a sip, but those threatening fingers lower. Your beer is safe. ]
You'll need to figure out somewhere to stay. Unless you're planning on joining a Guild.
[ He's watching him closely now. There's an obvious solution brewing, house all but rattling around them for how empty it stands, but first a silence as he watches Logan and waits to see if he has a plan of his own. ]
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[ Sooner or later Mechanima's people are going to catch onto his flagrant quarantine breaches, but so far so good, so... ]
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[ And, on further thought - ]
If you want out of Central until this blows over, pack a bag.
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[He's going to end up with a stowaway, most likely.]
Ready in 10
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[ If Logan doesn't drop him his room number, he'll do his best to finagle a spell to track him by multiverse of origin as he opens up the portal. Either way, when the portal opens it'll most likely be inside Logan's hotel room, amber sparks tearing reality apart and leaving a neat hole to spy the foyer of Stephen's Sunset Falls manor house through before he emerges. ]
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He's finishing packing his bag, zipping it up. Not going to say a thing about his plans. Nada.]
For fuck's sake.
[Why! Why? Why.]
You-
[Before he can get another word out, there's a fucking portal appearing.]
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I take it this is your escape route?
unfortunately he's going to have to double the £0 transport fee for additional passengers
Should I give you two a minute?
[ It's not like he's infiltrating a quarantine zone upkept by bonafide meta villains or anything. Take your time. ]
r u d e
Yeah, yeah - I'm coming.
[But, he looks to Willa as if waiting on her to decide something she hasn't yet been asked:]
Are you?
she's only got francs from 1998!
Fucking right I am.
[ no belongings because fuck going back to her room to fetch her water bottle, the rest of her things are at home anyway, she tucks the stolen bathrobe under her arm and scampers over. she offers stephen a beatific smile, however little it does to really warm her exhausted expression. ]
I like the shimmers. [ sparks? whatever. ]
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Sure, why not.
[ And then he turns to step back into the foyer of his stupid old Sunset Falls manor house to grant them both room to pass. ]
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Knew you were good for it, bub.
[It being transporting the little mouse of a girl behind him who, maybe, he might now try to hand off to being Stephen's problem. If he can hand her off.]
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Yes, I must be going to get my late partner's shit in order, but thank you very much, Mr..? You have a lovely home.
[ her eyebrows lift in question as she looks around, eyes darting to the doors to find the ones that lead out. she's gonna bounce but it feels rude not to know the name of her taxi driver. ]
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Doctor. [ Just, you know, to make that clear. ] Stephen Strange.
[ He'll get back to paying attention to Logan in a second. For now, he has a favourite guest, and it's not the man he extended an invitation to. A nod of his head gestures her toward the front door. ]
That way out.
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[He sounds exasperated but honestly? That's fine. She's out of his hair and she can do whatever fucking wake ass bullshit she needs to do, and he doesn't have to fuck around with prolonged introductions. He shrugs his shoulders back and will wait to watch her bail, before remarking:]
This makes us even by the way, kid. Now get lost.
[Not said with a bite.]
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Later, loser.
[ and she is outtie 3000. byyyyyye. ]
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Run past me how me doing her a favor makes you even. [ He may not know her name but he's on her team. But he's resigned himself to present company, even with his immediate regret, so one deep breath and a concerted effort to reframe this interaction without the last 5 minutes in it later: ] Do prefer to drink at home or at the bar?
[ He can cater to either. ]
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[Not long at all - she helped him heal a few stubborn wounds and now they have a bitchy back and forth. He looks at Stephen, offering a little shrug to follow, like 'you really give a shit?' vibes before he turns his attention to the more important question.]
I don't give a shit where we are if there's a beer in my hand.
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Might as well drink at home for now. ]
Come on through.
[ He tilts his head in the direction of the lounge and leads the way through to where there's a plush antique couch and a couple of armchairs to choose from in an ornate old reception room that matches the house's vibe. Somewhere from one space to the other Stephen acquires a whisky on the rocks out of literally nowhere, dropping into one of the chairs once he arrives at it with a sigh. ]
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... It's real beer, right? Not some imaginary bullshit.
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[ Flatly, with just the slightest of smirks. You think he's going to give a guest made up beer, Logan? He's not monster. ]
But if you're trying to cut down, I can always lower the alcohol content...
[ Fingers raise to hover lazily in the air where his elbow's propped on the arm of his seat, mild (empty) threat. ]
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[He'll throw some back now, but you never know? Shit could all be in his head for all he knows.]
Water down my beer and you'll lose a couple fingers, though.
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You'll need to figure out somewhere to stay. Unless you're planning on joining a Guild.
[ He's watching him closely now. There's an obvious solution brewing, house all but rattling around them for how empty it stands, but first a silence as he watches Logan and waits to see if he has a plan of his own. ]
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[But he's going to have to someday, at this rate - but for now he's gonna keep coasting.]
I'll find my way around. You wanna magic me a trailer?
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