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[noifsandsorbubs]

[He's sitting outside somewhere, his back to a wall, frowning at the screen. Perhaps the most remarkable thing about him, the thing most likely to make an impression--besides the crazy sideburns--is that he looks mean.

And he is. What little time he's had to adjust hasn't improved his mood.]

So what's the consensus? Just do what they tell you and they'll let you go home, or am I bein' too optimistic?

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[noifsandsorbubs]

[He watches her for a second, silently commiserating.]

Yeah, well. You, me, and Magneto; that ain't bad.

[Partly it's to fill the silence with something that sounds less vaguely hopeless, but he means it: between the three of them, it's a hell of a skill set.]

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[myownbestfriend]

There are worse people to have around, certainly.

[Emma smiles one of her more normal smiles, one with edges. She respects both of them a great deal, even if she doesn't show it much where Logan's concerned.]

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[noifsandsorbubs]

You could be stuck here with Quentin Quire.

[he smirks at that, but it fades fast: what he wouldn't give to be stuck at the school, Quentin or not, right now.]

Anyway. I'll see if I can't get in there and find somethin' out soon as I can.

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[myownbestfriend]

[Why did you have to bring up her least-favorite student, Logan? Why? Emma gives him a dirty look.]

Let me know. I'll follow you in.

[She means telepathically, obviously to anyone who knows her.]