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[heartofthedream]

[ Continued from TDM.
Important Note: Jean arrives post-Starstuck/New timeline. ]

Hello, again. I returned home and then was drawn back here what appears to be over a year of your time later.

If anyone can direct me to where to find Logan, David, Josh, and-or Bruce, if they are still here, I would appreciate it. Also, if anyone recognizes the names of Krakoa or the X-Men from back home, please get in touch with me, too.

For those who don't fall into either of those first two categories, my name is Jean Grey, and I originally arrived with the first batch of people to come to this world. As I don't yet know if anyone I was with is still here, I'd love an update on the status of this place.

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UN: timdrake

[mostdangerousbird]

[ An exceedingly rare usage of Tim’s actual account. ]

You’re going to have to be far more specific than that. OurPowers is open to natives and Starfallen alike, and those are hardly uncommon names.

[heartofthedream]

[ And yet. ]

Logan Howlet, David Alleyne, Josh Foley, and Bruce Wayne; respectively.
I'd appreciate any whereabouts information you might have on any of them.

[mostdangerousbird]

Sorry, I can’t help you, but at least the names are there. Maybe they’ll see this.

Anonymous

[robintohood]

Bruce who?

[heartofthedream]

Wayne. Tall, black hair.
More often serious than not.

[ Penchant for capes. ]

[robintohood]

[Welp. That's interesting]

Sounds like a real stick in the mud

( text | un: honeybadger )

[honeybadgerer]

i don't think logan's around anymore.

sorry.

[heartofthedream]

[ Sigh.

Gratitude or frustration,
which one is greater.

(Which one is more selfish.) ]


That's alright, Gabby. It has been a year.
Things were invariably going to change here.

[honeybadgerer]

i don't think he was your logan. he was some other person's old logan.

Private | UN: KrakoanTechNerd

[helpdesk_hero]

Logan's gone. Josh and Julian are living in California. And you better believe there's going to have to be a dinner party now. You AND Ororo? I can't not.

[heartofthedream]

Ororo's here, as well?

And dinner sounds like a fabulous idea.
I would love to see you again.




How are you? Are you still in Excelsior?
I seem to have missed much time passing here.

[helpdesk_hero]

Arrived last month actually. Met her while I was doing some supportive B&E. Good story actually.

I would love to see you too. I just have to sell Balthier on it. But I don't think he'll mind too much.

Still in Excelsior, yes, but not in Guild housing. There was... trouble before. People here that aren't like us won't remember as much of it, but it got a bit hostile for a bit, both inside of the guild and outside. Think Registration Protocols but less deaths. Though not less arrests. Caused by a really messed up idiot and an uppity goddess. It's in the past now, but I didn't feel comfortable in my apartment anymore.

We both know you'll blend back in easily. You have unfortunate amounts of experience in missed time.

dn: Leon (he/him) | text

[faceguy]

[Profile pic is a non-mutated red-eared slider turtle.]

wait so that can happen? people leave and come back a year later?

man this place needs consistency

[heartofthedream]

Apparently.

No one had done it before I left the first time.

I'm assuming, given your surprise, no one else here has either?



[ If this makes her even more the 'It Girl' of change here, she'll try to be more surprised. ]

[faceguy]

not that I know of

one of my friends went home for what was a few weeks for him, but just a second for us
freaked us out when he went to get a snack and then started bleeding all over the kitchen floor

telepathy » action

[agoddessonce]

[ from here ]

We'll devise a way to keep track of who comes and goes. Don't worry.

[ Ororo felt confident in that, at least. There's whispers of needing closer monitoring - she wanted to be sure everyone they knew was accounted for, whether they wer on the same side, or not.

In any case, she makes it to Central Park shortly and lands in a thicket of trees. Mostly so she can make the rest of the way to where the Treehouse would be on foot. She peers around for that familiar shock of red hair, the comforting mindtouch of the first telepath she'd ever willingly let into her mind. ]

Where are you, my friend? It's been too long. [ Even back home - she was literally a planet away. She hadn't seen Jean in quite a while. ]

[heartofthedream]

[ Jean has always been good at doing that; drawing into focus what hadn't been, clarifying it into a need that could be met, actionable steps toward that end-stop goal, whether by herself or someone else. It's enough to know they've put it on the list, and she can tuck it in a mental back pocket for now.

The park comes into view, and she glides through the trees, honing in closer and closer on the the space where Ororo's thoughts and feelings originate. There's even the faintest flood of amusement when the last question comes, and without needing to be given a specific Jean only slows as she glides directly toward Ororo, rather than setting down and walking, aimed for a hug. A single spoken word, delight, and relief at seeing Ororo before her, regardless of location that brings them back thus. ]

Here.

[ It really has been far, far too long. ]

un: todd.richards

[overlyprecocious]

how do you know them?

[heartofthedream]

Three of them are family, and one was a good friend.

text; @Sephiroth

[unkindled_madness]

[He does recognize "Krakoa," but David can respond to this if he wants to; Sephiroth doesn't know his relationship with this Jean Grey.]

A unique perspective.

Did you remember this place, when you returned to your world?

[heartofthedream]

Sadly, no. Which is another shade of different from how alternate universes—and the kidnappings to them therein—usually play out. Generally, you do remember them where I come from.

I didn't remember this place until I found myself in the sky again.

UN: dickgrayson

[forceforlight]

That's an interesting bunch of names. Sorry to say that none of them ring a bell.

I'd say welcome back, but that would imply you being glad to be here. Though it's a little nicer than it was a couple weeks ago.

[heartofthedream]

Perhaps those left not accounted for at this point have gone home, then. I would not begrudge them that once-wished reprieve back to normal, even if it weren't hypocritical of me.



What happened a few weeks ago?

text; un:st33lchains

[codicies]

I'm from a world with X-Men in it.

Are you from a version of Earth that got invaded by Knull? You — or that version of you, who knows with all these alternate timelines — helped me a lot.

[heartofthedream]

[ There's a pause for the mathematic of everyone involved. Most of whom would have no reason to come from this angle because they've all known each other so long, would start this so differently as compatriots. Allies. Friends. It leaves her at one—the heart and soul of a grieving child at the middle of a massive battle plan.

Jean reaches out, thoughts like deft fingers, whisper across the globe, card lighter than the brush of a hummingbird wind through billions of minds until she finds the boy who pressed in the text that came to her. When they whisper into his mind, her words are very soft, the echo of an echo, hoping to be as little invasive as possible, especially as it might come as a shock. ]


{ Is that you, Dylan? }