#snikt1

*Sitting in a sunny section of the local park are Kitty and Logan. They're on a fancy bench ripping up pieces of bread and throwing them to the swimming, quacking ducks in front of them.

Kitty sits with her legs crossed on the seat and tosses a piece that the ducks scramble for.  It's been mostly quiet, but a mostly comfortable quiet of two people who have known each other for a long, long while.

Well, at least from Kitty's perspective.*

I always liked doing this.  It's like, the ducks aren't relying on you for food, but they're happy to hang out and play anyway.  

*Idie runs through the halls of the Jean Grey School, on the verge of panic and intent on finding someone who can help*

*she runs across Logan in a hallway near the classrooms, and she stops, pausing momentarily to catch her breath; it's immediately clear there's an issue, and she's immensely worried.*

*it's the afternoon and though summer classes haven't started yet, Peter still visits ESU's labs to take care of menial chores and document scientific findings.  Mostly he plays with the frogs they have there.  But shh, no one must know about that, everyone must think he is strictly doing science.

But now that he's left the lab, he figures it's as good a time as any for a patrol.  Despite his ribs still not being in the best of conditions and still being kind of painful.  Ah well, city's not going to stop needing help just because he's in a bit of a bad situation.

So yes! He's swinging around idly until he hears-*

Man: Hey, look, I don't want any trouble.  You- You don't have to do this, I- Here, just take my money.  Take it, I'm giving it to you!

Thug: Yeah? And let you call the cops just after I'm gone? I don't think so.

Aaand that's my cue.  

*drops down into the alleyway, throwing up a web rope to break his fall at the last second.*

*Jen walks into a shady-looking bar.  A few folks turn around, but are for some reason unsurprised to see a sharply dressed seven-foot-tall green woman walk through the door.  Must be that point in the night, or perhaps this is a bar frequented by broody mutants, and they've seen weirder things.  Like that guy who's a chicken, what's up with that?

Anyway, she spots Logan hunched over the bar and slides onto the stool next to him, placing her little leather clutch on the vaguely grimy surface*