11194/You'll never guess who I ran into in Madripoor

You'll never guess who I ran into in Madripoor
Date of Scene:	17 May 2022
Location:	Logan's Room
Synopsis:	No description
Cast of Characters:	Madelyne Pryor, Logan Howlett

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Madelyne Pryor has posed:
Madripoor. A city seemingly outside of any kind of law other than its own. A place where the powerful go to flex, and the shadowy go to hide. A place where anything and everything goes. The sort of place where people who want to escape their past, present, and/or future flock to. The kind of place where Madelyne Pryor has found herself after a botched job. But, it is rather to her liking.

The pulse pounding music rocks against the bodies of the dancers within the club, and Maddie is no exception. Arms extended up in the air, she sways along with the beat, the flowing black dress following along afterwards. A plunging neckline shows off a generous amount of her pale flesh, and she is making good use of that as the music carries her. Eyes closed, simply embracing the sounds and feel of the night, she is enjoying the sense of freedom that comes from being somewhere where no one knows who she is. Or who Jean Grey is. Or if they do, they don't say anything. Just another gorgeous redhead out to enjoy herself.

Logan Howlett has posed:
Logan is out and about in Madripoor for some of his own dealings and some dealings for others. But he's done with business for this trip and has given himself a few days to indulge in what Madripoor has to offer. A few days away from being Dad, Teacher and guardian. Time for drinking carousing, and getting into mild trouble. To make sure the blood is still pumping.

You'd think a noisy club wouldn't be Logan's style at all, but he's on vacation and looking for trouble so. Anyway the short hairy man start walking and shoving his way through the dancing crowd towards the bar. But then he catches something. A scent familiar but strange A scent that grads his attention because of who it smells like. He decides to abort his travel to the ar to find the source of this scent.

Madelyne Pryor has posed:
One of the first things that you learn as a telepath is when to casually, at a surface level, keep tabs on who is keeping tabs on you. So as Logan picks up her scene and moves in her direction, Maddie has a sense that she has an ... well, she was not quite that practiced. Not yet.

Her eyes slowly open, and as she continues to dance she scans the crowd, curious about what might be coming her way. Given his height, it is a bit of a challenge to spot Logan in a crowd of any kind, let alone the dance floor, and so she is unable to pick up who, exactly, is headed her way. Nonetheless, she detects no ill intent, and so she continues along with the music. She adopts a slow, sinuous movement as the beat of the song changes, bending at her hips and letting it slowly carry the curve of her body up.

Logan Howlett has posed:
Logan makes his way to the source of the scent and is stunned by the visage of Jean Grey dressed very alluringly and moving in ways Logan has only imagined her moving before. "what....j.....Jean?" Logan's mind is racing trying to process someone that looks and mostly smells like his beloved Jean but seemingly out of character and thousands of miles away from where he was certain she would and should be.

Madelyne Pryor has posed:
Luckily for Maddie, she is facing away from Logan when he spies her, so he is does not witness the sudden twist of her lips as she is called by HER name. But an idea hatches quickly, and that twist is pushed away. Slowly, Maddie rotates along, in time to the beat, and by the time she is facing Logan there is a pleased smile on her face, despite the half-lidded eyes that she has.

She allows herself to dance slowly closer to the Wolverine, nodding slightly before reaching out to place a hand on his shoulder. She leans over towards him, lowering her voice, but loud enough to be hear in the loud dance floor. Her lips moving closer to his ears, despite the fact that his hearing could probably sort it out. "Don't blow my cover, Logan," she murmurs softly as she writhes along with the music in front of him.

Logan Howlett has posed:
Logan is stuck dumb but this. Her face he voice its all identical. But there is something off. But a soft touch on his shoulder from Jean Grey swaying her body in spellbinding ways destroys any resistance to the to the thought that this is in fact his Jean. Logan nods and in a soft gruff voice. "No worries Red, I gotchu"

Madelyne Pryor has posed:
"I know you would, Logan," murmurs Maddie, as she leans in a bit closer. She smells exactly right. Sounds exactly right. Everything, all the way down, in his senses tell him that this is Jean. "Did they send you to help?" Continuing her cover, the other hand moves up to rest against Logan's chest, pushing gently to try to guide him into dancing. "I said I thought I might have been tailed the other day."

Logan Howlett has posed:
"no they didn't" Logan says almost in a trance. "I didn't even know you're here I was on some other business. I just sniffed you out" Logan says starting to trying to dance to match 'Jean' moving his hips and shoulders first then then he tentatively tries to but his hands on her sides to try to dance 'with' her. Logan is surprisingly mobile you'd think he can't dance. But he can dance about as well as the average guy he just doesnt like to. Unless a gorgeous Redhead that has been linguring in his thoughts and dreams for years beckoning him to do so. "Someone is tailing you?"

Madelyne Pryor has posed:
Maddie's lips twist in a smile. "Sniffed me out, did you, Logan?" She spins around suddenly, her red hair splashing in his face. She leans back and now she is dancing tight with him, her hips moving in time to the music. She reaches back slowly, one hand around the back of his neck, curling into his hair, as she drops her head back against his other shoulder. "I think so," she murmurs against his ear. Her other hand snakes back to take his, pulling it forward to place it against her midsection. "Stay close to me, ok?" Her voice is somewhat pleading. Jean definitely needs his help.

Logan Howlett has posed:
"I'd know your scent anywhere." Wolverine feels a little bolder his hands starting explore southward towards Her hips. and his dancing gets more loose and free and he's even grinding a little bit. But not too much because it would be very awkward at the moment. "I wouldn't dream of moving away from you Red. " Logan says whispers in to her ear with a low rasp and a wry smile.

Madelyne Pryor has posed:
Something about that proclamation makes Maddie ease up, grow more comfortable as she leans even tighter against Logan. "I know," she murmurs softly. She allows Logan to grind a bit against her, laughing softly into his ear. "I didn't know you could dance, Logan," she says, a slight tease to her voice. Her fingers twirl around in the hair behind his head.