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[OOM: A...not that long time ago, relatively speaking, in a boarding school near Westchester, NY...]

So, see, here's the thing: when you travel via a trip to a demonic hell dimension, fondly known as Limbo, you sooometimes have a little bit of problems with things like "time" and "space" when you exit said demonic hell dimension. (There may be non-demonic ones. After you see enough, you learn to not count anything out.)

Even if one is travelling with one's best friend, who happens to be the current Sorceress Supreme and ruler of said hell dimension.

Possibly especially when you're both 14.

"--Excuse me, Miss, 'I let my critters do the dishes for me, even if they set the table with everything covered in pentagrams'? You do not get to tell me that I don't have a sense of style," Kitty Pryde says haughtily, and then blinks once.

And twice.

"...Dammit, Yana! You don't get to drive any more, either, and you can explain to Stevie why we're God knows where instead of ballet practice. ...And to Xavier."

Despite that, the girl is looking about with true curiosity in between glaring at her blonde companion.

...Admittedly, most of the attention is on curiosity, if not that much surprise. You share a house with a woman who throws lightning bolts when pissed and a guy with claws in his hands, you learn to roll with the punches.

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"I'm Andrew," he says. "Wells. And this --" a sweeping gesture taking in the entire room -- "is Milliways, the bar at the end of the multiverse. Can I ask your names?"

Asking for normal was mean enough. Wanting polite, is just cruel. Illyana resisted the urge to roll her eyes and the one to step on Kitty's foot.

"Illyana. And this-" there's a sharp look toward her, "-is Kitty." Those were said quick in one string, before her eyes narrowed. "What's a multiverse?"

See. She could play nice.

And dumb. For Kitty.

Kitty's just resigning herself to the fact that she needs to remember Andrew's name, in case Illyana loses her temper and turns him into something Other. Even if she can't convince her friend to change him back, she can leave a note that way.

...Now she's wondering what to put in a note like that. Hello! My name is Andrew! I was once human, before a blonde on a power trip decided to make me her new pet rock. Please leave me in the sun and feed me what seems sensible!

...Illyana had better not turn him into a rock, that's all.

"And do you know a Dr. Richards or McCoy?" she asks, hopefully.

...What? He used "multiverse" in an introduction. Odds are good, in Kitty's mind, he knows one of the two.

"...Not personally," he says, "but if you're talking about Reed Richards and Hank McCoy, I know them both by reputation. Dr. McCoy used to come here regularly, I understand."

Beat. "Illyana ... Rasputin, by any chance? And Kitty Pryde?"

He didn't know either of them, might have been some kind of contemporary, but he knew their names?

Illyana's blue eyes narrowed on him.

If Kitty had telepathy Project Rock Pet would have taken off now. As she doesn't, what starts now is a few quietly murmured archaic words under her breathe, before she says.

"And if we were?"

"Yana," she says warningly--and, oddly, gently--and then smiles as she leans towards Andrew.

"She has a temper. So do I. But I don't have the ability at the moment to turn you into--I'm not going to give her ideas, but let's say the possibilities are many, varied, and generally not going to be found favorable by you. Now, we're both inclined to paranoia, which I'm sure is all at play here, but I would really appreciate it," and there's something in her eyes that doesn't show all the time, yet, but one day will be always there, "if you gave a bit more explanation a bit more quickly. Because I really hate trying to lie to a telepath, and being friends is always more fun and less likely to leave bloodstains, don't you think?"

And then her smile becomes more genuine. "We could have milkshakes! And talk. Before and then over said milkshakes."

Rambling = giving time for Yana to be exasperated with her, and also (hopefully) calm down.

He's taken a step back at Illyana's muttered words -- he knows what she could get up to, oh yes. But when Kitty mentions milkshakes, he can't help but grin back at her.

"I can totally explain. In detail. But, short short form? If you're Kitty Pryde, I'm a friend of yours in the future. Also please don't turn anyone into anything here or do anything that might leave bloodstains, because I'm pretty sure those would both violate the local No Violence rule. This is Milliways, it's neutral territory, and by longstanding tradition your first drink is free."

Another smile. "So. If you ladies would care to follow me to the bar?"

Yana is, indeed, exasperated with said best friend and said best friends suddenly rambling on, in detail about their why and how and milkshakes.

Even is a strawberry milkshake did sound nice.
Not as nice as being in Stevie's studio.
Or being able to teleport out.
But still nice.

Stupid, best friends.

Illyana gave Kitty an eye roll, settling somewhere near sullen more than annoyed. She did fall in line though with the train to the bar, without really commenting on the future information. (That part isn't weird to her.)

Stupid best friends indeed, but not so stupid that said best friend is going to actually sip a milkshake.

In fact, stupid best friend is mostly doing her best to smile and talk. And get answers. Preferably many of them.

...The milkshake looks good, is the thing. Wait! Focusing! Friend from the future > milkshake.

"Are you going to jump into my body?" she asks warily, after a moment's thought.

Her experience with people from the future mostly involves...well, herself.

"No, don't worry, I can't do that. Also seems like it'd be rude, you know?"

That's the thing about characters from the Marvelverse. They've seen weirder. Whatever you might say or do or look like: they've seen weirder.

"Seems?" Illyana had a note of hard, wry, sarcastic scoffing.

(Perhaps body snatching is a subject she has grand opinions on.)

But even if her voice is sharp she does look rather distracted by the contemplation of the milkshake. It looked cold and yummy and that didn't mean she liked this place, but still how much could one sip...

Then she glanced up, considering his other words.

"What can you do?"

"...I never really thought about rude or not," she muses aloud. "Creepy, though. Very creepy."

She wonders if Andrew knows they're mutants.

...She thinks she'll just listen to his answer to Yana's question and not bring hte mutant thing up herself. He may be cute in a geeky way, but she doesn't have any proof that he's actually a friend of hers in the future.

Besides, she wants to hear what he'll say.

"Do? Nothing like that. I'm straight up baseline human." He says it just a bit regretfully. "I work with superpowered people a lot, though."

Illyana expression was refrained, but quizzical.

"Like who?"

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"Is that how you know Dr. Richards?" she asks, head tilting.

"Huh? No, no -- I never worked with Dr. Richards. That would have been so awesome, though," he adds, looking wistful.

"No, I mean back in my world, I work with vampire Slayers. Girls born with enhanced strength and agility and healing factor and just a smidgin of extrasensory. And they fight evil monsters."

Over a thousand years of Watcher lore cheerfully summarized for you!