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[The device crackles on, and a young blond with a scar running down one side of his forehead comes into view. He might look like someone already here--one Alex Summers. But this? Isn't the one already existing.

This one? Looks more than a bit annoyed, but he’s attempting to control it. The muscles in his jaw flex as he presses his lips into a thin line. Once or twice he nearly talks, but stops himself, as if he’s rethinking what he was about to say.

Alex knows the consequences of flying off the handle. It’s happened before; it’s gotten others hurt.

He’ll keep this short, and to the point. Because that’s what he does.]

Look, I don’t know if Genero is running this show or not; I don’t care. I’m tired of the bullshit, and I just want answers.

[He holds up a black mask.]

And this? I’m not wearing this again.

[He tosses it down, then leans forward slightly. There are more troubling things to deal with, than a damn mask. Like after a quick survey of the room, he didn't see Sean, Teddy--any of the others. Maybe he missed them, but he has a sneaking suspicion he didn't.]

I want to know where the others are, and I want them awake.

We’ve been dreaming long enough.

[And as he reaches out for the device, he mutters under his breath, softly]

This is bullshit.

[The feed ends.]

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[ When he speaks, it's near on growl - defensiveness enough to cover up the disturbed that's going on in healthy amounts as well. ]

What the fuck is this?

[When Alex sees his own face on the screen, he just snorts, a smash of disbelieve crossing his face, then annoyance.]

...really?

[If it's not one damn thing, it's another. Teddy has already informed him that there is at least one other version--two other versions of him floating around. Or were.

And this? Well hearing about it, then seeing it staring you in the face is something completely different.

How the hell--

--well...maybe it's just someone with his face.

Or something.

But..]

Let me guess. Your name is Alex Summers, and you go by Havok.

Great.

[ Well that's a creepy as all hell.

But if anything, the fact he knows his name solidifies the disturbing factor of it all, but does nothing for the paranoid streak of ridiculous theories shooting through his mind at the moment. He knows him, so it's not like the guy who just looks like Hank. It's something different.

And he is calling this person an it for now, because there's no way this can be natural. ]

Yeah, no shit.

And what the hell are you?

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[He almost calls this Alex an idiot.

But then he remembers how he acted when he first found out about other version of himself--and his fucking brothers.

So he'll cut himself some slack. He deserves it.]

I'm Alex, too.

--and yeah I know that sounds fucked up. Because it is.

[ The muscles in his jaw work momentarily, a few choice words coming to mind that get bitten back down. The truth is, he's just confused as hell, no idea what to think about this or how to handle it.

After the whole demon fiasco a couple weeks ago, he's more equipped to believe something like this is possible, but less so willing to trust it's not some fuckery from the ship popping up with bad intentions.

Sorry, Alex, you're going to have to give him a minute 8( ]

Bullshit.

...fine.

[Alex puts the device down on a nearby table and steps back. He's in a yellow and blue suit, but there are metal cuffs on wrists--a nice modification. He lets out a breath, and red plasma flares up around his hand, glowing around his fist. Lips are pressed against one another, and after a few seconds, he breathes out, and the glow disappears, absorbed back into the suit.]

Do you need more of a show? I'm sure we could just try and blow each other up if you want to prove the point.

[ His jaw nearly drops at the display - a controlled collection of energy at his hand, not shot out wildly, not blasted from the chest. The suit is familiar enough, but the ship brought the suit on with him, that's hardly saying anything. But he can't deny the power he sees.

Not only is this guy a copy of him, he's improved. Which, yet again, doesn't sit well with him. But it is what it is, and that's proof enough, so it shuts up his denials, for the moment, at least. ]

I can't do that. [ Translation being - yeah, maybe you're me, but there's something seriously different there. There's noticeable strain there, but the fact is it's possible for him. ] How'd you get here?

[ Because he didn't have that back home and he hasn't gotten that here. Alex is from a future Raven, Erik or Charles haven't reached yet, so it stands to reason... but himself? ]

That damn tube thing--like everyone else.

[Alex rubs the back of his neck, he's starting to put things together, and he doesn't like it. Not one fucking bit.]

Genero doesn't mean anything to you, does it?

Is--Sean here? Charles? A big blond guy name Teddy?

[If they showed up--maybe he wouldn't have to get into this. But with each passing moment, and none of them responding to him, his stomach sinks. He got pushed into this reality, somehow. And he's the only one.

Great.]

But you're not like everyone else. [ There's still hostility in the tone left over, but he's less so completely telling him to fuck off with his weird as hell self. But still largely unconvinced he's just another random person plopped into the ship. 'Genero'. His eyes narrow at the word - it doesn't ring any bells. ]

Why should it?

[ The concern for Sean and Charles both seem normal enough, but Christ is it weird to hear it from his mirror image (scars notwithstanding). He hesitates to give out the information at first, but coughs it up, voice blank and monotone, just trying to see what the hell this... whatever he is... is getting at. ]

Sean, no. Charles, yeah. Who the hell's Teddy?

Yeah well look who's talking.

[He nods his head up sharply.]

Just--was this freak running the place I was in for the past four months.

[Alex's lips press tightly against one another, and he nods. If it was his Charles, this Alex would know about Genero. But he doesn't...means he's well and truly alone.]

Can Charles-- [You know, walk?]

Teddy--just this guy I met.

[Good guy.]

Told me that this alternative universe shit? This whole thing with 'doubles'?

Isn't so damn weird.

...it's complicated.

...Uh huh. [ That is the 'uh huh' of the 'I think you might be mentally ill' kind of variety, but he's not going to ask about that in detail right now. There's a lot that needs to be sorted out right now, so he's going to focus on the part he knows - Charles. ]

Gonna need more words than that. [ He has a vague idea of what he means, but Alex isn't assuming anything here. It's weird as hell.

And the bit about alternate universes gets his attention pretty damn quick. He knows about different worlds already, people from different times, and he knows Peter comes from another place entirely, but alternate versions of the same place? His eyes narrow, and for perhaps the first time in this conversation, he isn't actually a twat about it. ]

Dunno about doubles, but ...Yeah. Getting that. [ There's a pause and he considers about a million questions to asks, but settles for simple. ] Where are you?

[Alex rolls his eyes. He'll cut you a break, 'other him', because by now he's figured out that you are just the version of him before all the shit went down.

He wouldn't have believed himself, either.]

Is he walking. [Alex didn't want to articulate it, but he had to, at this point. Weird cross of the streams...but he supposed nothing blew up in Prom knowing the future, so this Alex can deal, too.]

I'm in the quarters, or whatever.

[He wasn't really listening to the voice, sorry. Suddenly he hisses, and curses.]

Bozo what the--

[He snorts and bends down, picking up the small kitten. Someone wanted attention.]

[ You're a saint, other him. ]

No. [ He'll try to keep that monotone, without betraying the feelings associated with it, and goes for grumbling a little instead. ] Why the hell would he be?

[ He gets up from the bed he'd been sitting on in his room and heads for the door. Normally he might wait for Charles, but... honestly, he'd rather get to this other-him himself first. Alex starts off on his walk towards the common quarters, talking as he goes. ]

On my way. Don't move. [ And he's about to launch into another question, but... K-kitten, what? That almost has him pausing in the hallway in surprise, but when he catches the name, he almost laughs, simply arching his eyebrows at his... whatever Alex is to him. ]

'Bozo', huh?

...just didn't know what timeline you came from, I guess.

[Alex gives a shrug, fingers threading through the fur of the kitten--who is pressing himself flat against the preternatural warmth of his chest.]

Yeah. ...kinda missed Hank after four months.

Yeah. [ There's some grimness in that, ask it's not exactly fun to be ahead of the others - he's well enough aware of that. But he lets it pass, focusing on making his way to the common area.

Alex eyes the cat, a twitch of something that's almost a smile, if he'd let it actually occur, flickering. Four months. He's only been here one and already feeling the lack of Sean and Hank. ]

Where'd it come from? Doesn't sound like the place you were at was really pet friendly.

...there were cats. Don't ask me--some kid found a litter of them. [He shrugs.]

Figured I'd give one a home.

[He'd just come off some messed up shit--it was something nice that hadn't asked much of him.]

...kinda surprised he actually showed up here but...guess most of the dream was real, anyways.

[The scars certainly were.]

[ He's heard him mention something about dreams before... ]

That's what they told you? How'd you get scars if it was just a dream?

[ Because yeah, he noticed those. He's trying to think up the connection as he's walking. He's still not entirely certain he believes him, but... Why would someone bother making up a story that specific?

Alex was only coming from within the 005 quarters, so it doesn't take too long for him to get to where Alex is, and he's pretty easy to spot, considering. He comes jogging up and slows when his eyes actually land on him. It's one thing seeing it on the screen, but in person it's another. There's just a short burst of an exhale like a minute disbelieving laugh. ]

...Shit.

Yeah that's what they told me. But I always kinda figured it was more real than they let on.

[That it transferred over to their real bodies, somehow. Mind over matter or some ridiculous crap like that.

Seeing Alex, he gave a slight shrug. It was weird, to see his mirror image...but there were differences, even if they were subtle.]

Surprise.

[It's a dry comment, but at this point, he's just going to act as if this is normal. Because apparently, according to Teddy? Some of this shit is.]

[ The fact the other Alex isn't as weirded out by this as he is unsettles him, as well as brings to mind what he must have seen in the dream place that made this something he could be chill about. If there even was whatever other place, seeing as demon entity is still on the table as a viable explanation. Regardless, Alex's jaw tightens, and he mutters, echoing the dryness of the other Alex's tone. ]

Awesome. [ His arms fold over his chest and eyes narrow for a moment as he surveys the other, picking out scars and whatever else. ]

Four months hanging out in dream world, right? What happened? [ Seems like a broad kind of question, but he motions to his face where Alex has the scar. Obviously some very serious shit happened if he's got battle wounds, so there ought to be something to share. ]

[He stands still, Bozo already falling asleep, curled up in the crook of his arm. He knows the other is watching him, studying him, picking out the differences. He quirks an eyebrow, lips pursed, waiting.

He has more patience than he used to, but he isn't a saint.]

Some of us got kidnapped or some shit, placed in a forced dream state and experimented on.

[He smirks a bit, and shakes his head, slightly.]

I don't think you're really prepared for the details.

[ Okay, and now he's got the serious urge to call himself an asshole. ~~This must be what other people feel like.~~ He gives a derisive snort, titling his head in a 'really, man' expression. ]

Who are you, my guidance counselor? I wouldn't ask if I didn't wanna hear it.

[ Though, they're sort of... out in the middle of the ship. And that's sort of awkward. Especially if we're talking kidnapping and experiments, so Alex jerks his head back towards the hallway he came from. He can talk to him along the way, and Charles is right next to Alex's room, so he can take him there after. ] Come on.

No, I'm a version of you that has seen a lot more shit than you have. So I suggest you listen.

[Alex snorts, but follows anyways, a hand holding his stuff, the other keeping hold of the cat.]

[ Muttered under his breath as he turns to walk back down the hall: ] So were the lessons on being a jackass before or after...

[ Alex, look at yourself. :| His hands get stuffed into his pockets as he walks, glancing over at him and down at the kitten again. So bizarre, seeing the scarred up version of him talking about seeing horrific shit, and then... kitten. He shrugs and casts his eyes back in front. ]

So? I'm listening.

[Alex just forces himself to not comment back to the other mutant's snide remark. He cards his fingers through Bozo's fur, giving a low snort.]

Let's start with the big one then. I pissed off Genero, the guy who ran the shit hole I was in, within the first week. He, in return, tortured me for three days and forcibly and slowly ripped all the plasma out of my body.

It was a fucking blast let me tell you.

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