high_seas | Oh starry night, come and chart a course

Who: Jean Grey + any and all Spades welcome
Where: The Sun
When: Early June, soon after she's invited? I'm all for flexible timing if you are >.>
What: How about another Phoenix on board, huh guys? Huh?
Warnings: With Jean? Could be anything from unzipping your pants for you to trying to atomize you.
Style: Prose preferred
Status: Open

Despite the Phoenix's bravado on the strange journal network, Jean herself is nervous about this. Not the teleportation thing; even if something goes wrong, there probably isn't anyone here who deserves more to have her molecules scrambled across the atmosphere. Not even seeing Logan again, though she knows the Phoenix is strangely quiet about that, which worries her. No, it's being on that ship, around other people. She knows Logan can take care of himself, that he can survive her, but what about the rest of them? What if she hurts someone? Kills them?

So she takes her time before visiting the Brig, and even then she hesitates before stepping within range of what they call the Naviraimant. But where else can she go? At least if Logan is around he can stop her. Like before.

Jean takes a deep breath and steps forward; in the next instant she's enveloped in a bright white light that seems almost familiar. And in the next after that, she's on board the Sun.

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And it doesn't take long for Jean to note Logan's presence either, something that sets her body on edge, tension written across her entire being. She can't smell him, but she can feel him. She's touched his mind before. It's familiar.

She steels herself. Pushes her emotions down as deep as she can. When Logan finally does show, she hopes she's not betraying too much of them.

"You really are here." Flat and neutral as she can manage.

At least she knew he was there. If anything happened that she needed him, he'd have shown up faster. Instead he was giving her a bit of a moment. Or so he thought. That and he was collecting his brain because... well, because seeing her here was difficult. Amazing, but difficult.

When he did see her, and she spoke, there was a wave of relief. "I was about to say the same thing." She really was here, and this wasn't in his god damn head again. Right? He wasn't dreaming, was he?

She nods, her heart in her throat. It's hard, so hard to keep her distance from Logan. Neither of them wants to, albeit for very different reasons.

"You should stay away from me."

It was hard. It's been years for him. He was starting to live a life again out here, and yet she was still moving about in his head. Was it her, or just his mind? With her here now he was starting to think it was all in his head, and clearly he hated himself.

He kept back a bit, and when she said that he was alsmot glad he could give her the space. "If that's what you want, Jean." He said on a breath, unsure if he was going to be okay with that. "I had to... see you though." He doesn't want to stay away from her.

"I know." She had to see him too, if only like this. And even with all this space between them she can still feel him like he's right next to her. It hurts.

"It is what I want." Up to this point she's been keeping up a good poker face, but this is a complete lie and it shows in her eyes, and the tremor in her voice.

He knows that look, and he knows shes not being truthful here. Even if he hadn't heard it in her voice he could catch it on the air. He rubbed a hand over his face, considering a moment, before stepping closer.

"Jean, honey, I can avoid you as best as I can, but I can't help if you wont let me near. It's safe here. People like us." And if she didn't back off he'd come a little closer. "I aint gonna hurt ya, and I wont let you hurt anyone either."

He comes closer, and when he does she doesn't back up but stands her ground. That doesn't mean his advances are exactly welcome, though.

"Oh, yeah?" Her eyes blaze with a strange, dark fire, her voice a deep growl. "How are you gonna stop me?"

He stopped near her, wanting to reach out and touch her hair, or her shoulder, or take her hand, but he doesn't. He gives her that much. For now. Instead he stands near, eyes searching her eyes. Who was he talking to, Jean or her? He searched a bit, watchful as he spoke.

"Whatever I need to do. Though I'm hoping you let me, or at least someone here, in close enough to help you from getting to a destructive level. Jeanie, it's different here. You can start over fresh here. Ya just have to give these people a chance."

"I don't need anyone to tell me what to do, Logan," she warns. And how different can this place be, really, when she is still so dangerous? No, Logan is wrong. She can't let anyone in. She'll stick to her plan, use this ship to find somewhere isolated and safe. Away from everyone else.

Oh starry night, come and chart a course

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