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[gloryisbullshit]

Who: Party Poison and YOU, baby (please)
When: Anytime starting day 13 running through day 15
Where: Throughout all the houses
What: So Party Poison is a growing boy with a lot of curiosities and he might be breaking into any houses that look like they don't have anyone living in them! SO IF YOU LIVE ALONE, YOU ARE PROBABLY GOING TO HAVE A SURPRISE VISITOR! Or maybe you're just passing by and see this fella busting into an empty house! Please! Please, come stop him--or help him get in and explore! Some of these attics are hard to crawl into!
Warnings: Cussing, probably lots of cussing.

Maybe it's a little dangerous to be out, but he kind of likes having the animals out. He's not scared; he's got a good knife from Hawkeye, and let's face it--Party Poison is a fucking animal. Ah, he's just so cool. Thus armed with his bowie, a flashlight, and his inherent coolness, he decides today is another good day for exploring.

And by "exploring", we mean "breaking and entering." The fact is, the library is boring. He hasn't had the patience to read for ages. The bar is excellent, but he doesn't feel like being drunk yet today, the church is a church, and he's already done a mental inventory of the pharmacy. The lighthouse--ah, that's something he'd like to explore. But it's such a walk. It's much easier to scope out these houses, and there are so many to scope out! Look, he's not an idiot: he only picks on the houses with empty windows, the ones he hasn't seen people moving in and out of--

Maybe he can learn something inside, okay?

It's the pursuit of knowledge that brings this skinny, dirty little dude to your doorstep. Don't bother coming to open it. He's pretty deft at popping locks. He'll let himself in.

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[plaidsamurai]

Just because Logan had succumbed to the need to go out into the woods and run around with wolves in order to avoid thinking about where they were or getting free didn't mean he wasn't keeping an eye on the house he'd claimed. He'd hate to come back from his 'vacation' to find squatters. So when he spotted the red haired man making his way up to his door and letting himself in he wasn't about to ignore it.

Looking rougher around the edges than usual and much dirtier, he made his way, sans pack of wolves, toward his house, his claws slipping out without him noticing. He was leery and alert, expecting the worst - in this case, that this was a trap from whoever was keeping them there.

He silently pushed the front door open, left ajar from the intruder, whom he could smell, and stepped as quietly as he could inside.

[gloryisbullshit]

Now see, some of the houses he's gotten into have had less than friendly occupants inside. Imagine that! But this isn't the first that seems actually empty. Don't tell anyone, but it's a relief. Lets him breathe as he snoops around, lets his posture relax, his step become slow and heavy--hell, he whistles his way into the living room, up the stares. Hope your house is clean, Logan. This (oblivious) intruder is making a thorough investigation of whatever shit you've left lying around.

[plaidsamurai]

Logan's house isn't very interesting. It's empty and looks mostly unused except for the master bedroom, but even that is just a few scattered clothes. The bathroom is a little bit messier; it looks like maybe there was a scuffle in there at some point.

Logan doesn't have to strain his hearing or other senses to know exactly where the intruder is; it doesn't seem like they're trying very hard to remain hidden. That actually makes him relax a little, if this was a trap he really would expect more sneakiness. He trails his visitor up the stairs, finally clearing his throat.

"Lookin' for something, kid?"

[gloryisbullshit]

If it's a trap, it's certainly a shit trap. Honestly, Party Poison feels ambushed when he hears that voice behind him. Inappropriate maybe, but he's not exactly the picture of propriety. He snaps around immediately, one hand shooting out like telling the other man to wait. "Freeze."

And then, with an appraising sweep of his eyes, he catches sight of the knife. Knives. A little more seriously: "Don't you fucking move, whattayou want?"

[plaidsamurai]

His eyebrow arches when the guy tells him to freeze, fighting the urge to do exactly the opposite just to prove a point. He crosses his arms, the claws catching and reflecting the light, a tricky feat to pull off without slicing off an arm, but he's had plenty of practice.

"Yer in my house, kid. I wanna know why," He says back, voice a low growl, but he's more amused and interested by the situation than actually angry and it reflects a little in the tone of his voice.

[gloryisbullshit]

"Oh, s'this your house?" In an opposite move, Party grins even though he's not amused at all. "Aw, see, I didn't know. How was I s'posed to know? You tell me, how you want me to know that?"

[plaidsamurai]

"You coulda tried knockin', kid. Y'know, for starters," Logan threw back at the intruder

"Now. Did you need somethin' here, or were you just snoopin' around for the hell of it?" He asked.

THREE YEARS LATER

[gloryisbullshit]

Oh, knocking! In all honesty, he...hadn’t considered that. Party shrinks up another step or two till he can kind of hide himself around the corner at the top of the stairs. “Yer gonna throw me out, don’t really see what a difference the ‘why’ makes.”

His eyes narrow a little, just peering at Logan. “The fuck are you carrying, man, like a hedgehog’s brass knuckles, like--what--what is that?”

Don't worry about it!!

[plaidsamurai]

"Am I?" He asked, grumbling a little under his breath. "I wasn't thinkin' of kicking you out unless you were here to steal things... or spy. But yer a little loud to be any good at either. So I'm curious what you did come here for."

Logan glances down at one of his hands, making a face. "Ain't carrying anything actually," He says and lifts his hand up, spreading his fingers.

[gloryisbullshit]

Suspicious still, he scowls, easing further out of sight, but still keeping his eyes on Logan. "...I'm an explorer." Or he will be when he grows up.

[plaidsamurai]

"An explorer?" He echoes, easing his hand down slowly and letting his claws slip back into his knuckles and disappear. He can see he's unnerving the kid a bit and the red head's face and voice was starting to seem familiar from the network. Oops.

"Well, there ain't much here to explore. You lookin' for a place to stay or something, kid?" He asks, finding it a little hard to believe that the guy is just... exploring empty houses. It seemed odd. "Or something in particular? Food? What's yer name... 'm pretty sure I recognize you."

[gloryisbullshit]

No, you know what seems odd? Fucking knives coming out of your hands. That’s what seems odd. Party hisses in a breath as he watches, and it takes him a second to get his guts back to talk. “Look, I don’t want yer—what is that, how’re you doin that? What are you, a fuckin witch?”

[plaidsamurai]

"Doing wh- oh. It's part of my body, kid. I've got claws. Get over it," He says dismissively. They were stuck on an island where things magically replenished themselves and sabretooth cats were wandering around and his claws had the guy preoccupied. "... a witch? Really, Red?"

[gloryisbullshit]

"Really, Red? Yeah really, it's a legitimate question." Creeping out, he eases closer down the stairs. He slouches, head low and eyes up. "You gonna come out like, uh, like fucking Edward Scissorhands up here, you gonna get called a witch. 'Less you want me to call ya something else."

[plaidsamurai]

"Askin' me if I'm a witch is a legitimate question? Wasn't aware foot long blades had such a strong association with witches. Anyway, I asked you yer name first, bub," He points out, "You don't like my nicknames then gimme something to call you."

[gloryisbullshit]

"Hey, I like 'Red.' Or bpff. Bub. But, um." He offers his hand, tentative like a test. "Usually just go by Poison. Party Poison."

[plaidsamurai]

"Poison," He repeats with a nod. Maybe a little odd that he doesn't find the name strange at all, but he knows a girl that goes by Rogue, one that goes by Mystique, and half the people he works with call him Wolverine on a regular basis. Who's he to judge?

"Logan," He states for the kid.

[gloryisbullshit]

"Logan? That's it?"

[plaidsamurai]

"Yer name is Party Poison and you think my name is silly? Really, Poison? Really?" Yea, he's smirking away. "Yea, Logan is it. 'Wolverine' works, too. Kinda a code name, but everyone knows who I am, so... dunno why we insist on still using those."

[gloryisbullshit]

"I didn't say it was silly. A little--a little boring, right?" Another skittering glance to Logan's hands. "I like the other one. Wolverine. Jesus, that is loaded."

[plaidsamurai]

"Boring," He echoes with a snort of laughter, shrugging in half agreement, "It is what it is."

"Loaded?" He catches Poison's quick glance down to his hands and can't help himself. "Hey, Bub. My eyes are up here," He says with a teasing lopsided smile. "Where I'm from a lot of humans are starting to be born with a mutated gene. Makes 'em a bit different, gives them... I guess you could call 'em powers."

[gloryisbullshit]

"Powers. Like knives for hands." He edges around Logan, still tense, but gradually loosening. "Where I'm from, they shoot motherfuckers like you."

[plaidsamurai]

"I already told you, they're claws, not knives," He grumbled and raised an eyebrow at Poison's remark.

"Been there, done that. They'd have to try a little harder than a few gunshot wounds," He says with a smirk, "Another handy mutation."

[gloryisbullshit]

“Bulletproof skin? Claws for knives? Jesus, bite me with that radioactive rabbit. You’re like a superhero, then?”

[plaidsamurai]

"Didn't say I had bulletproof skin. I can regenerate, y'know heal, from... well, pretty much anything," He had to smile a little at Poison asking if he was a superhero, it was a word that didn't get thrown around at mutants very often, and at him even less often, and it was kind of nice to hear. "Dunno, kid, I guess it depends on yer point of view."