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Prompts

July is going to be wet and wild, villagers. Keep an eye to the sky and hold onto your hats!

SAVING FACE - Look at you, trying to save that goat or dog or ZALPACA that's gotten stranded in a particularly nasty storm! You're a regular hero, trudging up that cliffside or swiming across that creek! Unfortunately, the sky didn't get the memo about your heroics, and it's just opened up even more. Finishing this job just got a heck of a lot worse. Good thing someone else just showed up to help both you and your animal pal. You hope. It's possible they're just there to laugh at you.

PANTS ON FIRE - You know what's great? When the storm breaks, the skies start to clear and everything looks sunny again. You know what's not? When the weather pushes the LYING MIST down from the mountainside while you're out trying to clean up. Hope you don't have any whoppers you're trying to keep secret!

SINK OR SWIM - The days when it's not storming are just beautiful, and the village river is running high. There are spots out of the current that are perfect for a cool dip or lounging on the shore, but take care you don't go out too far and get swept away. Oh, and watch out for the RAINBOW CRABS, those claws are sharp.

WILDCARD - Choose your own adventure. Maybe play powers roulette.

Texts

All characters are fitted with a smart watch-like device on their left wrist, which they can use to send text messages to other villagers.

- Texts may only be 140 characters long
- No video or voice, text only
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Please list your CHARACTER NAME, CANON & PROMPT in your SUBJECT LINE.

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Someone in the multiverse was sure having a laugh and it definitely wasn't Logan. In fact, it had been a week or more since he'd gotten back to the sleepy town and the Canadian was a hundred percent sure this was a joke.

And not the funny 'ha ha ha got you' kind.

But he'd been there before or to the simulation before it, so getting used to the slight changes didn't take long and before Logan knew it, he was back to doing what he did. Chop wood in excess.

It was around mid afternoon when he finally took a break, sat down on the stoop and looked up to see a massive set of antlers and with a sharp rise of an eyebrow, Logan gave an impressed nod.

"Heard you were here. And that you were a pain in the ass to get out of the fountain."

Bub sounds a call and within moments his mate and offspring join him.

"Huh. Well, at least you're keeping busy. Good for you. Stay over there, alright?" he added dryly.

Only when he washed up and made his way over to the inn, there was Bub closely following behind..

[ Feel free to use this scene or go with something different. I'm game for anything! ]

She had finished herding her animals into the jail when Logan seemed to find his way back to the inn. Strangely, there was no register of surprise at seeing him again. It was almost as though she had been expecting him to wander down the path, followed by his moose. Just as she subconsciously expected, there he was, seemingly at home and returned to the village.

Likely still as sour as before.

"You look well for someone who has crawled out of the fountain. I see you found your friend again." She smiled, letting her basket rest against her hip. "Do you remember everything from before?"

For as much as he came across as not liking most people, there were still a few (read: less than 5) that Logan tolerated well enough to lessen the gruffness of his voice and perhaps even smile a little for. Margaery was one of those people.

"This'll be my third time coming out of that fountain and you're being too nice. As always." he stared at her with a flat expression.

But after a few short seconds, the corners of his lips curled into a grin.

"Hello, Margaery."

There might be others that he might frighten with his surly exterior and fierce nature, but there was nothing he could do to her that was any worse than what had been done. She understood human nature and his was easy to read. "I am always too nice, particularly to you, Logan."

There was something about earning a smile from him, it was always a triumph. Seeing his lips twist into a grin made her eyes sparkle. "Hello again. It seems you found your way back to your home rather quickly. You don't allow me the pleasure of seeing you wet again."

"That was your first mistake." he points out, the smile inching upwards a little more. The two of them had quite the friendship and he was happy to see Margaery again. Even if it didn't totally show like it would on anyone else.

He gave a shrug. "Yeah, I did. But if you want, I can tell you when I go check out that lake that wasn't around the last time I was here."

It's like he never left!

Jean has heard about the moose. She knows the moose's name is Bub, of all things, and it hadn't taken long to find out from some of the old-timers that a version of Logan had been here (apparently he'd been here twice????) and the first time around, he'd named this moose and now the moose was One Of Them.

Oh. Okay.

Logan doesn't look the same as she's used to seeing him (way younger, way taller) and it's sort of like the version of Magneto here - squint and it's him but it's not quite right otherwise.

"Would you believe me if I told you that I have three inches on you back home? Three whole inches, Professor Howlett."

Normally, new voices wouldn't warrant a turn around from what he was doing, but even without the name she called him - or the title to which she attached to his name, there was something about her voice that had him first glance over his shoulder and then turn right around.

"Well, you're not there, are you?"

Sure it may have sounded rude, but the tone to which he took was more matter of fact.

"And who are you exactly?" he questions, though as he asks it, his eyes are drawn to her hair.

Kate had never actually seen a moose in person before. She had seen pictures of them and videos of them. Stories had been heard and yet Kate did not fully appreciate their size. The sweet, summer child had the very wrong idea that they were a little larger than a deer.

So, when it was that she happened upon Bub, Kate stopped dead in her tracks and let out a scream that could curdle milk. It was definitely not deer-sized.

Luckily, Bub was more than acclimated with humans and their responses to him. Not so much when it came to his moose wife and moose kid, which was fine, as long as they didn't get too close. He was a protective father, after all.

When Logan heard the scream, his head snapped towards the female doing it and immediately he held up a hand and cringed. Damn it was loud.

"HEY!" he spoke loudly, trying to get her to stop, looking over to Bub again to make sure he wasn't getting upset, too.

He wasn't, in fact, he tipped his head up slightly and let out a long, loud call back.

Three questions. How was it possible for her to come upon a creature of such size without her knowing about it? Why was it that easy, really? Who said that was okay? No one had ever asked her if large beasts should be permitted to roam quietly. It was not okay!

Kate had stopped screaming, her throat was only capable of so much. Should she run or would it chase her? Without her healing abilities, she didn't think herself capable of surviving a trampling. Instead, she just stood there, froze to the spot, and made herself a very easy target.

"What?" Kate managed to squeak back.

Test Drive 19

Logan 'Sweet as Maple Syrup' Howlett | X-Men

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actually crying bub's father came home

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