selfhelp | [Action / Voice] evening + morning

[...This doesn't look like Prison #42. At least, not as he recalls it. Billy pushes himself upright in the grass, squinting in the early evening light, and absently lifts a shaking hand to his ears. There's no device there, nothing to prevent him from casting any spells... a fact he proves to himself with a wave of his hand, conjouring up a shirt to go with the unfamiliar white pants he finds himself in. What's all this about, exactly? Some new trick that Stark and Richards came up with to keep their prisoners placated? Or has he - against all odds - been freed and dumped somewhere in the wild?

What've you gotten yourself into now, Kaplan?

Cautiously he lets his magic take him up to the tree line, resting on a high branch to get a better look around. Up ahead, not far in the distance, he can see a village, but it's so small and old-fashioned that he doesn't recognize it at all. Wherever he is, it's pretty remote.

Well, whatever. What does location matter to a witch who can teleport? His priority is finding Cap and the rest of the Young Avengers. Teddy's probably flipping out right about now. Dropping back into a crouch, he sits himself down on the branch, cross-legged, and lifts his hands again, letting the glow return to them, and begins chanting under his breath-]

"IwanttobeinNewYorkIwanttobeinNewYork..."

[Yeah, he's pretty noticeable like that. Especially since he'll be there until he's discovered, pointedly not teleporting to New York. Awkward.]

[In the morning, however, things are a bit different- he's settled (sort of), he's rested (a bit), he's informed (just enough). And he's sorted out how to use the journal. Thus, around mid-afternoon, he sends out a message:]

Okay, this is weird, but... let's give it a try. Hey, uh, whoever's listening out there. I've heard there are people from all over the galaxy, and lots from Earth, especially. That's where I'm from, too. I was wondering, though- are there people living here who'd be considered "super heroes"? Here or on your own world, I mean. I'm actually-

[Actually... he really shouldn't just announce it. What if someone from the Initiative is here and remembers him when they get back to Earth? Even a slim chance isn't worth the risk.]

...I'm actually a huge fan of the superheroes from Earth! You know, heroes like Captain America, Iron Man, Spider-man... I've been a fan since I was a kid. Though I guess it's not unusual for someone from New York. There's a ton of superheroes living in the city these days.

Sorry for rambling so much. To be honest, I'm just nervous... I've never been to another world before.

[....]

Teddy? You here?

[ooc: first dibs to action (chronologically) goes to Buffy, otherwise he is free to be met wherever/whenever. Also if you could have a look at his permissions post I would be much obliged!]

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You sound like you're used to it.

Sort of. Some t'ings, you never get used to. But this place bein' crazy, that's somethin' you can always count on.

That's messed up. How long have you been here?

'Bout nine months now, if you count a trip to visit the Malnosso for a couple weeks.

...Right. I read about those, too... kidnappings. Does that happen, uh, very often?

[It's kind of nerve-wracking to be living with that over your head all the time.]

More'n it should, mon ami.

Figures. [Muttergrumble stupid kidnappers.] And there's no way to prevent it?

Not that anybody's found. An' trust me, I thought I'd stand the best chance outta anyone to blast through all their droids. Didn't work.

[Stupid droids and their stupid immunity to charges.]

[Lalala playing dumb.]

"Blast through"? You've got powers?

Sure do. But I ain't no super hero, mon ami.

[Even though he's on better terms with the X-Gang, he's still no model mutant.]

[Right, right, he doesn't join the X-Men till later. He knows about the thieves guild stuff, but details are kind of iffy about that one.

May as well keep up the nosy questions.]

How do you use your powers, then? You sure don't sound like a super villain.

[Not gonna be that easy to fish out information from him, Billy. But nice try.]

'Round here? There ain't too much use for 'em. 'Cept when they need fireworks somewhere.

[STINGY. He should have seen that coming, though.]

I kinda meant back where you come from... [Though he's lousy at prodding for info, so maybe it's better to just bide his time.] I can't imagine a place like this having much of anything to celebrate with fireworks.

[He totally knows what you meant and is opting to ignore it. No offense, Billy, but he's not about to share "I worked for Magneto" freely.]

There's festivals from time to time, even here. Used to have a girl here who could literally shoot fireworks outta her hands, but she's gone home.

Jubilee!?

[He blurts it out excitedly before even thinking about it, then blinks and leans away from the journal. Um. Wait.]

...I mean, cool!

[So dumb, Kaplan, so dumb.]

[Can't con a con, Billy. Remy just grins. Any apprehension over the attempted poking into his life is pretty much forgiven in the face of Friend Of Jubilee.]

You a friend'a hers, homme? She's a good kid.

[SOB, AND HE'D BEEN DOING SO WELL. That's two slips in one day. It's really hard to keep his composure with all these cool people around.]

Well... I don't know if I'd call us friends. [Considering he's never met her.] I really admire her, though.

[Low laugh.] She mighta called you a friend anyway, garçon. I never knew her 'fore here but that didn't stop her.

[The first person here - or even in a very long time - to show him trust. He's still got a soft spot for her.]

[Right, right. She'd be way before his time.]

Yeah, that sounds like her! I hope I get to meet her someday, too.

Might be back someday. Never can tell wit' this place.

[Much as Remy would like to see her again, he's not wishing this place on anyone.]

You think? That would be awesome. I mean, not so great for her, obviously, but- yeah.

[Oh god he sounds like such a tool.]

Sorry, I kind of ramble a lot.

[He gives a soft snort of amusement.] I'm gettin' that idea, homme.

You ain't one of the Institute kids, are you?

The Institute... y-you mean Professor X's school? The one for mutants? No, no! I mean- I wish. But definitely no.

[Technically he could have gone eventually, but Nate had found him first. Funny how things work out sometimes.]

That's the one. School for the 'gifted'.

["I wish" is juuust enough of a hint that he's going to take a stab in the dark here.]

What kinda powers you got, then?

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