<hr/><div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/H1frMRe.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>James 'Logan' Howlett<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Logan's office, adjacent to his quarters<br/><strong>Date/Time:</strong>September 1st, 2017, late afternoon<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Laurie Collins | Wallflower<br/><strong>Content:</strong>Logan is waiting to meet his new teaching assistant<br/><hr/><br/>Sometimes the sun bothered Logan. He sat in his comfortable leather desk chair and stared out the window at the western horizon, where the sun was beginning to loom closer and closer to the horizon, darkness mere hours away. He had lived fifty years in the future of this world, or at least a world like it; A place and time chaotic and hellish, where villains ruled the land and terrorized everyone under their thumb. The Red Skull ruled from the White House like the German dictator he aspired to be, the Hulk's incestuous offspring rampaged through California as murderous landlords to oppressed peoples. None of them existed in this world, but the sun looked the same as he remembered, and sometimes that was enough to terrify him.<br/><br/>Somehow he'd found himself with Charles at the school. At first he refused to join them, not wanting anything to do with the X-Men, not trusting himself to be around them lest history repeat itself. However, it wasn't really up to Logan. He was identified as a mutant by the government and forced to come to this place or be otherwise imprisoned. It was a more difficult choice than he cared to admit, but after some coaxing from Xavier, Logan reluctantly agreed to come aboard. Things were strange at first, as he adjusted to this world, this school. So many people were different, some didn't even exist as far as he could tell. Some were almost the exact same as he remembered them. But everyone looked at him funny, knowing that he was a fake, that he was replacing their Logan, a dead man encased in adamantium.<br/><br/>After taking some time to adjust, Logan took a new role at the school: teaching history. It was ironic, considering this wasn't his world and his history, but it's what Logan was good at. Like the differences between his time, a lot was the same, but some was different, some was gone. Logan was poring over the textbook that Charles had recommended for his curriculum, taking notes with his left hand, occasionally getting frustrated and furiously rubbing his eraser into his most recent sentence to start anew.<br/><br/><strong>"No Captain America fighting in the second world war... How the hell did the good guys pull it off without him?"</strong>He clutched his forehead just beneath his gray temples, softly rubbing his skin to soothe the headache he'd imagined but couldn't actually get. He was waiting or his teaching assistant to arrive; In the past, a TA might have just been to help grade papers and to occasionally fill in while he went on a mission. Now, though, he thought he might have to heavily rely on his assistant to help him fill in the gaps of his knowledge.<br/><br/>The one he'd chosen was Laurie Collins, code-name Wallflower. Logan had a good feeling that she would work out at his side, for many reasons. He knew her in his universe, and she had been a good kid there. Here, he hadn't interacted with her nearly as much, but she seemed so similar to his Laurie, one of the ones that hadn't changed too much. She had just graduated at the end of the last semester and was intent on teaching someday, but she needed some practical experience in the classroom first. On top of it all, her powers would have a surprising usefulness to him. The girl was hopeful, optimistic, sweet... She would make him like her as pheromones would send her moods out to anyone that could smell them.<br/><br/>He could use some of those good moods now. Logan drummed the eraser of his pencil on the table, waiting impatiently for her to arrive, wondering what the hell he'd gotten himself into...