14621/A Wolf and a Magnet Cross Paths

A Wolf and a Magnet Cross Paths
Date of Scene:	06 April 2023
Location:	Wilderness Campsites
Synopsis:	Lorna and Logan run into each other in the woods and Logan decides to show off his custom cabin!
Cast of Characters:	Lorna Dane, Logan Howlett

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Lorna Dane has posed:
    Lorna's been on vacation, or hiatus or has absconded the Genoshian throne for a few weeks now, months really, but she's still searching for her soul. Finding her reason to be. Figuring out what kind of ruler she needs to be, or if she even wants to be one. Tonight she finds herself out in the woods, having been exploring the grounds around Xavier's quite a bit lately, even going so bold as to be barefoot for some of it. The girl wears a pair of blue jeans with a white t-shirt tucked into the lower waist and a flannel shirt over for some protection against the April chill that lingers. And again, she has wandered too far without shoes, but she doesn't seem to mind.

Logan Howlett has posed:
"Snakes're startin' to wake up," comes a rough voice from somewhere amongst the trees, "Make sure you don't step on 'em."

It isn't surprising to find Logan out here. This is where he spends most of his time, when he's not teaching the class he was talked into teaching or giving combat instruction down in town. He's wearing a plaid shirt, jeans, and heavy workboots.

"Say, don't I know you from somewhere?"

The latter is said in jest, a wolfish grin forming on his face. They're acquainted.

Lorna Dane has posed:
    "Thank goodness you're out here like some sort of hairy warning sign." Lorna says with that teasing tone she falls into so often. Of course she's snapping at Logan a bit, she just got started by the man in the woods. She thought she was alone in. "Yeah, you might know me from..." She stops and catches herself before taking a few steps closer to the magical woodsman. "Just get over here and give me a hug." She says, throwing her arms wide and stepping most of the way towards the former grounds keeper. "Can't say I expected to run into you while I was back here, but ... it's a lovely surprise."

Logan Howlett has posed:
"Only you can prevent forest fires," Logan tells Lorna, while at the same time extinguishing the cigar he was smoking against his palm (yikes) and pocketing the stub. Take only memories, leave only footprints.

He throws an arm around her in response to the hug, gripping her tight as he does. There's no denying the short Canadian is much stronger than he might appear at first.

"Yeah, I try not to be cooped up when I don't have to be. What about you? Finally decide queenin' was for the birds when you can just live off Rich Uncle Chuck? Gotta say I admired you pickin' that up from your old man when he up and vanished like he did."

Lorna Dane has posed:
    "I didn't tell you to stop." Lorna says as she winces watching him do that again. "I kinda like the smell." She says with a shrug, leaving footprints and tracks for any hunter to come find her and mount her on the wall later. But she doesn't think about this. The tightness in the hug does surprise her, but she doesn't shy away from it. "I always forget how strong you are Logan." The green haired monarch notes as she keeps the hug at half with her arm around the gruffer mutant, and starts to walk with him in the woods as friends.

    "Y'know, you're the first person to say that. Ever." She frowns but then looks ahead as she thinks of her next words, "I only came back to try and find myself, find a direction for Genosha and I think I've got a few ideas, but I'm not ready to go back. Y'know? Like... something's unfinished or I'm not ready or ... something." She sighs a hint of a deep hidden melancholly rings in her tone.

Logan Howlett has posed:
"Eh, bad habit," Logan says of the cigar with a shrug, "Oughta give it up one of these days."

The comment on his strength earns another shrug from him: "Comes with haulin' around a hundred plus pounds of heavy duty metal everywhere I go." Ah, yes. That metallic skeleton. Very obvious there beneath his skin to those with senses attuned to it.

"You could always throw your tiara away, declare it a democracy, and let them look after themselves. Move into the woods. Never been a king, but I'll champion the cause of throwin' away responsibilities in favor of a simpler life."

Lorna Dane has posed:
    "Cigar's aren't so bad, I mean, not better than not, but far better than cigarettes." Lorna says with a shrug and a hip bump to the much older man." The monarch smirks and gives his wide shoulders a long glance before looking back ahead.

    "Didn't realize your bones were THAT heavy." She says with a frown and moves a hand down to his arm to squeeze softly at his bicep near the elbow. "I'm sorry Logan." She whispers faintly. Lorna turning back to look at Logan, "I was thinking of being a more or less figurehead, a final decider in parlament or whatever, kind of something like Britain lately. Representative and open to flowing the way of the populace. Partially because I know if I back down, there's a HIGH chance some unsavories will step up and make things fucking awful again." Lorna sighs softly and a look to Logan.

Logan Howlett has posed:
"Don't doubt it," Logan admits with a sigh, "That whole part of the world is somethin' everyone's lookin' at. Even the Wakandans. They look nice and peaceable, but countries are countries and governments are governments. They're looking out for number one."

Logan wraps his arm a little more firmly around the monarch, lifting his other up to cup her chin with his calloused hand in a sort of 'you can do it, champ' gesture.

"You take all the time you need here, alright? If someone tries to undercut you, you just let me know. Wouldn't be the first politician I forced into an 'accident'."

He winks. Is that actually true? He'll never tell.

Lorna Dane has posed:
    "Logan. I believe you." She says with a smirk as she shifts her head to brush against that calloused hand with her cheek. "You've always been honest, aloof and detatched but generally honest. Something I appreciate about you." Lorna says stepping faster and pulling herself out of reach of the black haired man.

    "Now don't think I don't know how to fight my own battles, but I will never turn down help from you. You're practically family, but don't worry I won't tell anyone I said that." She winks and keeps walking a few paces ahead of Logan.

Logan Howlett has posed:
Logan laughs in a way that rumbles deep in his chest. He's content to walk along after Lorna, hands in his pockets when they're not moving up to pull branches out of the way or trail fingertips along the rough bark of the trees they pass.

"I know you can fight 'em," Logan answers reassuringly, "You come from some of the toughest stock I know of. But thinkin' you can go it alone all the time is what gets you in trouble - you've got a good head on your shoulders, understandin' that."

After a moment, he adds: "Used to have a cabin up this way. Don't get out to it much now."

Lorna Dane has posed:
    Fighting alone... The words ring in Lorna's head and she looks back to the scruffy looking man and wonders about him and all the fights he's had alone. "Are you saying me, or are you saying the royal you. Or are you just projecting about fighting alone?" Lorna takes a deep breath of the fresh air and then pauses.

    She pauses so hard that she stops walking and turns to face Logan. "Didn't know you were wealthy. And don't say you aren't. Most people can't afford to FORGET they have a cabin in the woods Logan." She teases and pushes out her elbow to ping him in the side. "Sniff it out. I wanna see it now! C'mon!"

Logan Howlett has posed:
"I didn't buy it," Logan tells her, laughing again and passing over the talk about fights in silence, "I built that damn thing. An' I didn't forget it, just found the commute to be a pain in the ass."

He reaches out to the side, giving her elbow a squeeze before taking her by the wrist and veering suddenly off the beaten path.

"C'mon, up through here. Don't expect much, though."

Lorna Dane has posed:
    "Regardle-WOAH!" She yelps as she's pulled by Logan off the path, giggling but quickly silencing that to get into the mood of sneaking through the woods again. Maybe someone's stationed in the cabin and we have to remove them with force.

    Lorna's mind can wander wildly. "What should I expect, a case of old Coors and a stack of dirty mags next to a twin mattress on a stack of pallets?"

Logan Howlett has posed:
"Nah, not at all," Logan says with a shake of his head and a wave of his hand, "I threw the mags away years ago. It's all on the in'nernet now, anyway. Get a cell signal out here an everythin' these days."

It doesn't take long to find the cabin, tucked away in a clearing. It's definitely seen better days. Nobody has visited in some time. But it's closed up, and the windows have been boarded over to prevent them breaking.

"Anyway, this is it. Just the one room. Think I left a key around someplace ... check under that rock, will ya?"

Lorna Dane has posed:
    Lorna stands next to the cabin, and lifts her hand up to tug the collar of her flannel shirt up over her shoulder, making sure it's on snuggly over her white undershirt. She looks at Logan and then turns around to spy the near countless rocks around the cabin's front door and rolls her eyes.

    Reaching a hand to the lock to the deadbolt, Lorna twists the mechanism internally and casually unlocks the door. "Think smarter Logan." She says teasingly as she walks into the door before the man who built the damn place does and does a quick look around the room for anything she could use to tease him with later.