If he ever needed validation that passing on the Alliance was a good idea— this is it. The Expo floor is so many things he can't stand in one place but this Godfall thing people around here talk about seems like some history worth getting to know.

Especially if members of the Alliance seem decidedly uneasy about representing it this way.

The pre-arranged a dramatic performance with the new guild members makes it easy to keep tabs on people. The hammy theatres make it a little harder. Most interestedly though the hidden handshakes and whispered conversations with meddlesome Society members haven't gone amiss. This is exactly the sort of shit he's been keeping his eye out for. Something's weird about these little meta factions.

Weaving through the crowd quickly to follow one such conversation he might bump into you. Or maybe you're clocking the same curious conversation he is.

For Logan, the other most interesting thing about the Expo is that all of it seems to annoy Atomite even more than him. He follows the big guy's dramatic exit after the Simulation announcement only to find the real show happening behind closed doors. If you had the same curiosity, you'll find Logan planted outside Conference Room C, indulging in a cigar as he listens in on the explosive argument unfolding in there.

He smirks and nods towards the closed door. "There's a wall in there I'd give to be a fly on."

When it starts, it's so hokey. So sanitized and over-simplified. It's easy to write it off as a tourist attraction and impossible to tell when the tone shifts and takes him with it. Or when he stopped feeling like he's looking at a children's book and started feeling like his boots are on the ground, right there where Starstruck is going nuclear.

He can feel the people slamming off his shoulders as they rush away from the blast radius. They radiate panic. He's certain he can smell the stink of real fear thick in the air. His claws come out when:

A] He feels a hand on his shoulder; heavy and serious. Someone yells at him to stop. Their voice sound distant amidst the chaos around them, but he knows what they're pleading. Patient. Faith. Trust in their teammate. Starstruck can stop himself. Surely we don't need to take him down? But Logan's been here before. With Scott. With Jean. With Mav. With Laura. Someone's got to be the kill switch.

"Someone needs to shut him off!" he barks back and shoves you away.

B] Starstruck's power is crushingly intense. It tears at him with every step closer until his flesh can barely keep up with the rate at which it's being rended from him bones. Claws out, he forces himself forward until he can reach the man's back and throws his weight behind his fist in the hopes one good stab will shut him off.

[OOC: Snoop with him, or try not to get stabbed by him or gimmie something else entirely! roximonxide or roximonoxide#9229 on Disco]