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[tickle_me]

[Action - Locked to Logan]

[Under normal circumstances, Revy might (...miiiiiiight) have taken half a second to think through the consequences of being less-than-delicate with the new appendages attached to her back. But these aren't normal circumstances, no sir -- these are Revy-challenged-Rock-to-another-drinking-contest-and-lost-miserably-thus-waking-up-feeling-like-a-team-of-mini-Sawyers-was-running-around-chainsawing-her-grey-matter circumstances.

As a result, wherever Logan might be in the village, he might hear a loud and resounding -- ]

-- AAAAUUGH! JESUS FUCK!

[ -- before a burgundy-haired girl in a white New Feather dress collapses gracelessly to the ground somewhere within Logan's field of vision, curled into a pathetic ball of bad feels. You're a superhero, aren't ya, tough guy? Do your superhero thing and go save this damsel in distress or something.]

***

[Action - Open to everyone]

[To be honest, Revy kinda wishes she could just lie around for the rest of the day somewhere, but survival instinct overrules it. Not only is she completely unfamiliar with this place, but some goddamn motherfucker took her fucking cutlasses. If she's going to let her guard down for even a tiny bit here, she needs to at least arm herself first. And then proceed to track down the asshole who stole her guns and kill him.

Unfortunately, she's going to be very disappointed once she gets to the weapons shop and realizes that it's pretty much all sharp pointy things as opposed to shooty killy things.]

Don't ya guys have any guns around here?

[She isn't Chinglish Gal, dammit!

Later, Revy goes to the clothing shop, looking for something to replace her shitty welcome dress with. She may possibly smell of vomit and alcohol. Feel free to tell her if it's bothering you, since she'll gladly move out of your way if you do. Ha! Who am I kidding? She'll just tell you to fuck off. It's precisely this attitude that's needed to brighten up such an overcast day, right?

At any point before or after these visits, Revy can be found dragging herself through Luceti's streets trying to get to her destination. She's trying her best not to look miserable, but it's not hard to tell she's feeling like crap. Maybe you saw her trip over something in the road (or nothing at all, really), maybe she's leaning against something for temporary support, or maybe it's just obvious from her expression that she's kiiiinda a Grumpy Gretel right now. Approach to assist at your own risk.]

Comments

[tickle_me]

Aaaaaagh, fuck, what the...

[After a few moments, she regains at least enough strength to blink blearily up at Logan though half-lidded eyes.]

Who the hell are you?

[snikting]

The name's Logan. You able to stand?

[He isn't exactly offering a hand up. But if she tries to stand up and falls over, there is a chance he might try to help.]

[tickle_me]

[Revy wipes her mouth with the back of her hand before attempting to get to her feet. She doesn't look the steadiest, what with her feet splayed and her back slightly hunched, but hey, she's up.

And also now up in Logan's face, attempting to grab him by the front of his suit.]

So where am I, where's my damn shit, and why do I have these fucking things on my back?!

[Revy, it's probably not a good idea to antagonize the person who's trying to help you. Especially since that without your guns, you don't exactly have a lot of leverage to threaten anything out of anyone, never mind someone like Logan.]

[snikting]

[When a hand goes for his suit, he instead tries to seize her wrist with a grip as solid as iron.]

One question at a time, sister. First of all, this place is called Luceti. It ain't gonna be on any map you'll find back home. I don't know where your shit is and as for your wings? Ain't figured that one out either.

[tickle_me]

[Revy certainly notices the strong grip on her wrist, but she's too aggravated at the moment to care too much.]

The fuck d'you mean, it ain't on any map? This some kinda hippie commune or something?

[Because Logan totes looks like a hippie, amirite.]

[snikting]

[He's dirty enough to be a hippie.]

Think prison camp. But ya ain't too far off.

[tickle_me]

[Prison camp?! What the fuck? Did the feds do a raid on Roanapur or something? What happened to Rock and Dutch and Benny?]

Whose prison is this, then? Uncle Sam's?

[snikting]

It ain't American. It ain't even Earth. [He'll let her wrist go. For now.] Yer gonna think I'm several kinds of crazy fer sayin' it, but this ain't even our universe.

[tickle_me]

[Revy yanks her arm from Logan's hand (if he'll let her, anyway). Not surprisingly, she thinks Logan is fuller of shit than a stopped toilet.]

Oh really. Am I in Oz then, munchkin? Gonna have to go kill some Wicked Witch and click my ruby slippers to get home?

[Briefly, she wonders if she's having a Leigharch-level hallucination right now. That would explain a lot of things. Maybe.]

[snikting]

[There's a subtle twitch of annoyance at the 'munchkin' comment. But he doesn't go making a fuss yet.]

They got anything like this in Oz, Dorothy?

[He holds out a hand and lets his claws emerge. The point is not to be a threat, but because it's usually a convenient way of demonstrating that this isn't plain old Earth. At least for those who might come from there.]

[tickle_me]

[Out of pure instinct, Revy steps back and assumes a defensive pose, fists raised. But it quickly becomes clear that this is merely a demonstration, not an actual threat (at least not in the immediate moment). Revy refuses to drop her guard, though, and she even more steadfastly refuses to let anything like surprise show on her face.]

Wolverine claws, huh? Nice trick.

[Countdown to Revy realizing who she might be talking to in three...two...]

[snikting]

[He scowls a bit at 'Wolverine'. He's not exactly world famous at home, so that means she likely knows him for... other reasons.]

Ain't not trick, lady.

1/2

[tickle_me]

[Revy studies the claws a little more carefully. Yeah...those looked pretty real to her.

Which could only mean...]

2/2

[tickle_me]

Man, the guys who gave those to you must've been real big comic book nerds. Didja get those here or back home?

[OKAY so maybe she's not quite as quick on the uptake right now. Whatever.]

[snikting]

[Well. That's one response to have. He rolls his eyes even as he stands up. He retracts the claws back into his hands without a trace.]

Back home. Now are ya gonna listen or do ya have some more references ya wanna get outta yer system first?

[tickle_me]

[Man, this conversation would've been so much simpler if she'd only had her cutlasses on her. Or at least it would've been easier to endure.]

Yeah, yeah, fine. So.

[She crosses her arms, but pauses as she realizes she's not sure what question she wants to ask first (besides the ones she's already asked, of course).]

Not our universe, huh? How'd I -- or you -- even get here in the first place?

[She still thinks this whole thing is sounding mighty fishy, but it's all she's got to go on at the moment.]

[snikting]

[He steps back, fully aware that she's a volatile one. If she's going to strike, he wants room to react.]

We ain't much figured that out yet. Some people say the Mallies did it. Others say they just got here first. But yer problems ain't about how you got here, it's how yer gettin' out.

[tickle_me]

[She agrees with the last part of Logan's statement, but first off...]

"Mallies"?

[snikting]

Malnosso. They're the ones that run the joint. They gave ya the brand yer sporting on the back of yer neck now. Same as me.

[he isn't going to just show the back of his neck to her, so she'll just have to take his word for it or something.]

[tickle_me]

[With a frown, Revy feels around on the back of her neck for the aforementioned barcode. She doesn't notice anything different. Bah, she'd just double-check later.]

Never heard of 'em before.

[snikting]

That's cuz they ain't from your world, lady. Just this one. They beat us here and now we're their guinea pigs for figurin' out how they'll get themselves home.

[tickle_me]

[Guinea pigs? Barcodes? Random wings? Bumfuck nowhere? Jesus, this is all sounding like something out of a bad horror movie.]

Yeah? And how much have they figured out yet?

[snikting]

You bein' here is a sign they ain't any closer to it than they were two months ago.

[tickle_me]

So, what, does everyone just settle down here and pop out 2.5 kids? I ain't the family type, you know.

[No fuckin' kidding, Revy.]

[snikting]

Neither am I, lady. Only the crazy start havin' kids around here.