A mutant-friendly reality. The island of Kauai. A small house near a beach.

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Joy woke slowly, stretching before she opened her eyes and then stopping short as she realized that things didn't sound, feel, or even smell right.

Jerking to a sitting position, she looked around with dismay to find herself in a tiny, comfortably furnished room, tucked into a pile of cushions and sheets on a broad windowseat that overlooked a patch of semi-tropical undergrowth.

The gentle beauty of the place was lost on her as she tossed the bedding aside and leaped toward the door. "Kurt??"

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[bloody-wagner.livejournal.com]

"Erm... ja... but, vat do you know of ze owners?" he asked, then cleared is throat. "Previous owners."

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"It belongs to Hanna, at the post office." The guy frowned a little puzzledly, but then seemed to remember something and brightened again. "Does something need fixing? I can do it. For cheap."

[bloody-wagner.livejournal.com]

"Oh, no, thank you," Kurt smiled. "But if somezing comes up I vill call you first... er... my name's Kurt Vagner, und zis is Joy Howlette."