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		<title>Liu: Created page with &quot;{{Log Header |Date of Scene=2018/06/13 |Location=Xavier&#039;s School, Westchester, New York |Synopsis=Summary needed |Cast of Characters=47, 202 |pretty=yes }} {{Poses |Poses=:&#039;&#039;&#039;...&quot;</title>
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		<summary type="html">&lt;p&gt;Created page with &amp;quot;{{Log Header |Date of Scene=2018/06/13 |Location=Xavier&amp;#039;s School, Westchester, New York |Synopsis=Summary needed |Cast of Characters=47, 202 |pretty=yes }} {{Poses |Poses=:&amp;#039;&amp;#039;&amp;#039;...&amp;quot;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;New page&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;{{Log Header&lt;br /&gt;
|Date of Scene=2018/06/13&lt;br /&gt;
|Location=Xavier&amp;#039;s School, Westchester, New York&lt;br /&gt;
|Synopsis=Summary needed&lt;br /&gt;
|Cast of Characters=47, 202&lt;br /&gt;
|pretty=yes&lt;br /&gt;
}}&lt;br /&gt;
{{Poses&lt;br /&gt;
|Poses=:&amp;#039;&amp;#039;&amp;#039;{{#var:47|Jean Grey (47)}} has posed:&amp;#039;&amp;#039;&amp;#039;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;A rather simple matter for Jean Grey to find a student or member of faculty she&amp;#039;s pressed to see. So a quick scan of the school grounds brings her into the garage. She has a rather grim expression on her face, something has been bothering her. &amp;quot;Logan...&amp;quot; she calls out as she walks in, &amp;quot;hope this is not a bad time...&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:&amp;#039;&amp;#039;&amp;#039;{{#var:202|Logan (202)}} has posed:&amp;#039;&amp;#039;&amp;#039;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;The loud clanging coming from the area of the garage near Logan&amp;#039;s motorcycle was repetitive, and loud. As Jean&amp;#039;s voice carries over the loud clanging, Logan&amp;#039;s head peers up from behind his motorcycle. With a frown, Logan stands, grabs a very dirty cloth from the seat of the bike, and wipes his hands. &amp;quot;Jeanie! Haven&amp;#039;t seen you in here much...to what do I owe the pleasure?&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;Logan is wearing a pair of grease-stained jeans, brown cowboy boots, and a white t-shirt, that strangely enough, was relatively clean. Moving towards the nearby tool bench, Logan grabs a can of beer, takes a drink, and returns his attention back to Jean. &amp;quot;Got extra beers, if you want one?&amp;quot; Logan says.&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:&amp;#039;&amp;#039;&amp;#039;{{#var:47|Jean Grey (47)}} has posed:&amp;#039;&amp;#039;&amp;#039;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;quot;A visitor to the school, and a picture...&amp;quot; Jean remains rather cryptic, not offering too much details, not that there is a lot to say. &amp;quot;Logan, is the name Laura, familiar to you at all?&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;Jean for her part is dressed in skinny jeans and a white tank top with a golden phoenix emblazoned on it. &amp;quot;Sure, I&amp;#039;ll share a beer,&amp;quot; she takes the extended offer, moving closer to Logan, &amp;quot;Laura was brought to the school by Daken...who then failed to tell anyone he did so. Luckily, I found her first.&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:&amp;#039;&amp;#039;&amp;#039;{{#var:202|Logan (202)}} has posed:&amp;#039;&amp;#039;&amp;#039;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;Taking another sip, Logan frowns again, and regards Jean with a thoughtful expression. His eyes look at her, while he tries to keep any emotion out of his face. &amp;quot;A visitor...and a picture?&amp;quot; Logan repeats, putting the can down on the bench, and moving a few paces forward. When he hears that name, he stops.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;quot;Laura...&amp;quot; Logan says, his voice deep and &amp;quot;grumbly&amp;quot;. &amp;quot;Maybe.&amp;quot; Logan grabs a cold one, offers it to Jean, and blinks as she moves closer. &amp;quot;Daken. Another name I...recognize.&amp;quot; Logan frowns, and opens a fresh can of beer. &amp;quot;Yeah, I know them. Good you found her...so...what can I do ta&amp;#039; help?&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:&amp;#039;&amp;#039;&amp;#039;{{#var:47|Jean Grey (47)}} has posed:&amp;#039;&amp;#039;&amp;#039;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;Jean snaps the can open and has a sip, before explaining, &amp;quot;I had to calm her down a bit...she reminds me very much of you, and I mean you when you&amp;#039;re on an edge.&amp;quot; She pauses a moment, before adding, &amp;quot;she&amp;#039;s been through trauma, her mother is dead, I didn&amp;#039;t bother to ask about it...she needed comforting.&amp;quot; Her green eyes level with Logan&amp;#039;s, making sure she has his full attention, before stating, &amp;quot;before she died, her mother gave her three pictures. This school, Charles Xavier, and you, Logan.&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:&amp;#039;&amp;#039;&amp;#039;{{#var:202|Logan (202)}} has posed:&amp;#039;&amp;#039;&amp;#039;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;quot;AH. Ah&amp;#039;m always on edge...&amp;quot; Logan says, taking a drink and nodding. &amp;quot;Comofrting is not my strong suit. Glad you could step in there Jeanie. You are better at the touchy feely stuff than I am.&amp;quot; Holding in a burp, or at least keeping it more quiet than he normally would, Logan shakes his head. &amp;quot;A picture doesn&amp;#039;t mean anything.&amp;quot; Logan says, not sounding too...sure of himself.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;quot;Anyway she&amp;#039;s here now, and she&amp;#039;s okay. It all worked out.&amp;quot; Logan crosses his arms, the beer can now resting back on the bench. &amp;quot;Nice ta&amp;#039; chat again Jeanie.&amp;quot; Logan turns, as though not wanting to have this conversation. &amp;quot;Enjoy tha&amp;#039; beer.&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:&amp;#039;&amp;#039;&amp;#039;{{#var:47|Jean Grey (47)}} has posed:&amp;#039;&amp;#039;&amp;#039;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;quot;Yes, but you&amp;#039;re not a little girl, Logan, you&amp;#039;ve got much more experience at controlling it...fighting it. I&amp;#039;m afraid Laura does not.&amp;quot; When Logan moves to end the conversation quickly, he&amp;#039;ll feel one sharp tug on his shoulder, forcing him to look towards Jean at least a moment longer, &amp;quot;I wasn&amp;#039;t here to just tell you about Laura, Logan, I&amp;#039;m here because I expect you to look after her and teach her how to have a better life than you had...she doesn&amp;#039;t deserve it, Logan, you know that better than anyone, don&amp;#039;t you?&amp;quot; Jean pauses, as the force dissipates, allowing Logan to leave at will. &amp;quot;Just consider mentoring her, I&amp;#039;d like to take you to meet her, at least once...I think you&amp;#039;re important to her if she carried your picture around.&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:&amp;#039;&amp;#039;&amp;#039;{{#var:202|Logan (202)}} has posed:&amp;#039;&amp;#039;&amp;#039;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;Logan stops. Pauses. Then looks over his right shoulder at Jean as he feels the tug. &amp;quot;Yer right. I can fight it better than a little girl. However, ah&amp;#039; kin barely look after myself, and you want me to look after a little girl?&amp;quot; Logan shrugs, and adds, &amp;quot;Maybe...&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;Logan feels the tug let up, and he takes another step, before stopping, and looking at Jean again. &amp;quot;I&amp;#039;ll talk to her. And maybe. Anyone else but you, Jeanie, and I would havr told you...where to go.&amp;quot; Logan smiles, shakes his head, and heads back to his bike. &amp;quot;Enjoy tha&amp;#039; beer...&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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:&amp;#039;&amp;#039;&amp;#039;{{#var:47|Jean Grey (47)}} has posed:&amp;#039;&amp;#039;&amp;#039;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;quot;I promised her I will look after her,&amp;quot; Jean notes to Logan, &amp;quot;and I mean to...but you can help her with things I don&amp;#039;t truly understand. And she needs to see you, she has that picture, it has to connect to something real...&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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