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[blue-fuzzy-dude.livejournal.com]

Now, this was just terrific. Kurt had just been awakened in a strange place, had barely gotten dressed, and was still trying to pick odd bits of dried gunk off any bit of visible skin. Luckily, the suit he'd been fashioned with was customized, and it was actually absurdly comfortable, if one could ignore that weird, living pulse.

He was going to try very, very much to forget about it. There were other things to occupy his mind.

First of all, his things, whatever Stacy had deemed appropriate to take with him. Hopefully, his 'watch' was in there. not that he needed to know what time it was, but because it would hide his more startling features. The idea of strangers getting a glimpse of him like this was enough to make his mouth dry. Reactions from people he didn't know were usually pretty unfavorable.

Cautiously, he had stepped out of the lift, looking for the locker room. Everything looked somewhat the same, the halls all having that strange, living texture. Despite his nerves, he didn't dare try to teleport in here yet, lest he get stuck in some other hell-dimension. He was keeping himself as low to the ground as possible, not a problem given his unusual build, and trying to just not draw anybody's attention. Yet.

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[cutintomyheart.livejournal.com]

There would seem to be someone already there, waiting - not that he's noticed Kurt just yet. Quite human, by the look at him, if a little pale and maybe underfed. He's leaning up against a crate near the entrance, his eyes closed.

[blue-fuzzy-dude.livejournal.com]

Kurt actually didn't see the guy at first, since he wasn't moving, though the pale blur of his face actually stood out from the rest of the place once the mutant had actually spotted him. The problem was, by then, that he was more or less in the middle of the room. With no cover.

Now he was standing upright, doing a little uncertain shuffle-dance from foot to foot. Keep going? Hope the bloke didn't see him? .. run right back the other way and hide until the guy went away? Hell, that might be awhile. He looked asleep anyway.

Kurt decided to just keep walking. Slowly. Nope. Nothing to see here.

[cutintomyheart.livejournal.com]

"Hello," Christofel pipes up, his eyes opening. "I figured someone would come by sooner or later..." He squints a little against the dim lighting. "You're one of the new ones?" His voice and compact frame suggest relative youth, though the hair swept across his face makes it a little harder to tell.

[blue-fuzzy-dude.livejournal.com]

That didn't work. Still, screaming didn't immediately commence. Maybe the group was comprised of people too used to madness to start bleating in fear at little ol' Nightcrawler.

The guy was alive after all. Bolting right out of the room would have been rude by now, so he paused. Faintly lambent yellow eyes had moved to the stranger, then lowered. A tight-lipped smile was offered, showing no teeth.

"Yes. I just came from, ah, the pod room..?" The last two words were said uncertainly, almost making it a question. The voice was accented, but not too thickly. Perfectly understandable English. "I was trying to find the lockers."

[cutintomyheart.livejournal.com]

Chris gestures vaguely. "All around here," he says, "but you'll be lucky if you can actually find anything. I'm still trying to figure out if my guitar is here or not."

"Are all people where you're from blue?" he interrupts himself.

[blue-fuzzy-dude.livejournal.com]

"Oh." Kurt didn't care for the sound of that. He'd stay up here all week if it took; he wasn't leaving without his watch. Sure, he was probably clinging at straws here, but he'd feel so much more confident with it. Terrible hypocrite, he was, but right now, he didn't feel like arguing the politics of it. "I might as well make the attempt."

Oh, here we go. The questions. "Weeeell.. no." Kurt had stretched out the first word into almost two syllables. "I think.. Three of them." Himself, Beast, and his biological mother. "It is uncommon, to make an understatement." Along with the feet. And the fingers. And the tail..

[cutintomyheart.livejournal.com]

"Well, I can't speak for anyone else," and his eyebrows go up, "but I've seen some pretty weird stuff. Well - none of it blue, but..." He trails off, as if trying to get his train of thought back on the tracks. "Uh. I'm Chris." He offers a slightly clammy hand.

[daaayum.livejournal.com]

"Daaaayum." Inwardly, there was a squee, but best not to freak anyone out with her recognizing them.

At least it wasn't a scream?

[blue-fuzzy-dude.livejournal.com]

"Doesn't that usually describe someone who is large? At least on television.." What was this, a sitcom? The words had come from his mouth before he could stop himself. Kurt blinked, freezing, as he realized he addressed a stranger.

"I.. uh. Hello." Very articulate there, Kurt. Absolutely smooth.

[daaayum.livejournal.com]

"I tend to go with a more general usage, an exclamation of...something. When you need to exclaim something."

Uh. Awkward. Did she tell him she knew who he was or tell him the other more important bits.

Important bits.

"You find your stuff yet?"

[blue-fuzzy-dude.livejournal.com]

"I see. Sometimes I am not up to date with slang." Of course, this would probably get added to his vocabulary, and be butchered accordingly. A three-fingered hand had found its way up, to rub the back of his neck. Was it his imagination, or was he still sticky?

This was just an uncomfortable situation all around.

"No, not yet. I have not had much of a chance to look. It looks I have a lot of searching to do."

[daaayum.livejournal.com]

"You get any more out of Stacy than any of the rest of us did? If not, I can tell you what's going on, least as far as we've figured out."

[blue-fuzzy-dude.livejournal.com]

"Her favorite word is 'no', and she likes the movie Blade Runner." Kurt's expression turned sour. "Outside of that, she was not terribly enlightening."

Someone who knew what was happening? He relaxed, at least a little bit. She was open with information, and that was better than nothing. "I am all ears." Which she might find to be amusing, considering.

[psi-flames.livejournal.com]

Jono had been keeping to himself, mostly. It was a bad habit from when he'd manifested and when he was uncertain or off center, he tended to fall back on it.

This place definitely counted. Still, Jono was starting to get settled again. Even better, his shielding wasn't quite as fuzzy as it once had been.

He stopped, tilting his head a bit as he looked around. That felt...almost familiar. Hullo? he called, turning the next corner.

[blue-fuzzy-dude.livejournal.com]

Hearing the voice long before you saw the person was confusing. Then again, it wasn't the first telepathic contact Kurt had heard since showing up here, now, was it?

All he really, really wanted to do was get at his locker, and hope that nobody threw a fit about his presence. There was no hiding from a mindreader, though.

The person appeared a little after the voice. "'Allo." Nope. no recognition, there. "At least you have a body to go along with the voice." Sue him. Stacy had him on edge. Besides, he was trying to be funny. Failing, sure, but the attempt had to be made.

Well, he was possibly familiar. Just far too young.

[psi-flames.livejournal.com]

Yeah, he's familiar. Jono had recently been on the same team with his version of Kurt Wagner, after all. So the very young version of his--mentor? Was a little bit of a shock.

Jono snorted and nodded, glancing up toward the 'sky'. Or, rather, the roof. Yeah. Stacy's one fer shockin' the hell outta you when you wake up. Not that there weren't enough things to be shocked about, honestly. Gave me a bloomin' 'eadache when I woke up.

At least Stacy hadn't asked HIM if he wanted a sedative. He probably would not have been nice about the reply.

[blue-fuzzy-dude.livejournal.com]

This person seemed surprised to see him, but it wasn't shock over his appearance. It was something else, closer to recognition. Still, Kurt couldn't place the face, or what he could see of it, anyway.

"There is something rude about waking up in a puddle of sludge." While naked, at that. Kurt turned his head slightly, then, curious. "Are you a telepath, then? That must be.. unpleasant." A pause, then. "Though I can figure how it would give anyone a headache. I think everything below my skull has currently gone numb." That was almost cheerfully said.

[psi-flames.livejournal.com]

Jono shook himself and nodded. Yeah, that wasn' quite the best way to be wakin' up. Though if I was ever worried 'bout me control, 'at laid 'em to rest.

He nodded at the question of his powers. Yeah. Telepathy's kin'a secondary to the rest of it, but it's part of it. The rest of it wasn't exactly a cake walk. After a moment, he offered his hand. Jono Starsmore. Near as I can figure, yer from somewhere in the past fer me.

It wasn't exactly true, but he didn't know that yet.

[blue-fuzzy-dude.livejournal.com]

"It was not exactly Folgers in my cup." Right, well, a jingle or two might prove to be a neat enough distraction. Control.. well, it wasn't anything Kurt had ever worried about, though he worried about those who did. His powers had never gone on the fritz, at least not without outside interference.

He strangled his curiosity and left whatever the primary mutation was alone. Not everybody was lucky, and something about the facial cover and the lack of out-loud speech tickled at the imagination. Nope. Let's not be nosy.

Kurt had taken the offered hand, had shaken it carefully in his three-fingered grip. "You did seem to know me from somewhere, but I did not recall you." Whatever that was about. The past? His eyebrows pulled together, thoughtfully. "Now that is very confusing."

[beyondgotham.livejournal.com]

Having met all those other superheroes had put Terry in a slightly better mood then before. The whole place was still really creepy, and sort of reeked of Spellbinder, but for now, he felt he could at least trust Jaime. But he also felt that he should do a bit of exploring, figure out where he was. Maybe find that locker room Stacy had mentioned and see if the Batsuit was there.

And then, he saw it. The blue guy. And he said what anyone from 2050 Gotham City would have said.

"Man, don't you know how bad splicing will mess you up?"

[blue-fuzzy-dude.livejournal.com]

So much for his plans to get from point A to point B without being seen. Well, it wasn't like he was trying to be really sneaky; crawling behind things or on ceilings or some such rot would have probably yielded better results. Kurt just hadn't expected people to be up here.

He was peering around, trying to find the stash of items, when someone greeted him. Sort of. Actually, it almost sounded as if there was going to be a lecture behind that phrase if Kurt didn't cut him off.

He froze in place, before turning his head to peer over his shoulder, straightening his posture. A thin smile was offered, lips closed. There was no point in flashing predatory teeth. This guy already made him nervous.

"I am sorry, but I am not sure what you mean." The voice was quiet, accented heavily, and downright apologetic. "I agree that it sounds nasty, though." Whatever splicing meant..

[beyondgotham.livejournal.com]

Terry was a bit surprised when he got a head-on look at the blue guy's face. He'd seen the blue tail, and just assumed that was all to the guy. But the blue skin? And, he was a bit far away to tell, some fuzz. If that was splicing, it wasn't from any animal he'd seen.

"Don't know about splicing? Then how do you..." Then he remembered. "Riiight, time travel. You're from the past, right?" Though, he realized, the future couldn't be totally ruled out, either.

He paused for a moment, thinking.

"Wait. If you're not a splicer, then why are you blue?"

[blue-fuzzy-dude.livejournal.com]

"Not at all." Well, shock was okay. Kurt could deal with a bit of surprise. It only got ugly when people were honest-to-God afraid. At the moment, he would attempt to appear as mild-mannered as possible, as hope his good nature simply won through any.. well.. ugliness.

"The past?" Well, it was his present, after all. Then it more or less dawned on him time wasn't exactly static, either. "From around, ah, 2003, Earth Years, or whatever. This is getting complicated." No, he certainly wasn't an alien, either.

The guy got right to the point, though, didn't he? "It was a tragic accident involving the Smurfs cartoon and a can of paint." A faintly uneasy grin, then. It wasn't like he enjoyed getting interrogated, even if the guy had good enough intentions.

"Actually, I was born this way." As far as he knew, at any rate, and it was probably the easiest way to sum up an odd story. Then one shoulder actually rolled in a shrug. "It is genetic." Let's not get into the family tree..

[beyondgotham.livejournal.com]

2003. That was a rather long time ago, for a kid from 2050.

"What's a smurf?" Terry muttered. Again, kind of a long time in the past.

"Genetic? Oh, you must be one of those mutants Kate was talking about."

[blue-fuzzy-dude.livejournal.com]

"A teensy, tiny, little blue.. thing. They live in mushrooms." Kurt had actually brought up a hand, making a 'small' gesture between his thumb and index finger. "Nevermind. It is a silly cartoon." Just trying to ease the tension by saying something stupid. It didn't help when the other person didn't get the reference.

Kate. No, he didn't quite recall a Kate, but he had to be thankful for her, anyway, since she'd explained something to this guy, and he seemed rather nonchalant about it now. Kurt's face actually brightened. "Yes. That is it, exactly." A faint turn of his head, then, a grin flashing across his features. "I am a mutant. Not many are as colorful as I am, though."