8/? - Rogue, Walter, Jeremy
8/7/2008
Logfile from Jubilee.
=XS= Rec Room - Lv 1 - Xavier's School
This, my friends, is a place for people to come and relax. A wide screen television in one area of the room has collected mismatched and aging sofas and chairs around, from the 1940s by their solid design. Pale green wallpaper embossed with gold leaf patterns lightens the rich, dark grandeur of the rest of the main floor. Card tables have claimed space along the windows, but an air hockey table and fooseball table hold place of pride in the center. A storage cupboard by a small corner fireplace promises board games, puzzles and other delights, and a cushioned window seat offer an excellent spot for a nap.
Jubilee is on the couch. When we say on the couch, we mean it only in the most abstract way possible. Her legs hang over the back, her head hangs off the cushion, and her fingers lace on her stomach. A cartoon plays on the TV, and a sandwich awaits her on the table, but for now, the grey-sweat clad figure is more or less still. For a given value of still.
With a crumpled, throughly read magazine rolled under one arm and a beer in the other hand, Rogue walks into the room. Her eyes shift down on the other person in the room, and while distracted by the TV Rogue allows herself just a small grimace. So much for alone time. She ricochets away from the TV central area, making for the more quiet window seat. The magazine is dropped into the pile with the others and Rogue pauses to look it over for a new selection.
Jubilee fidgets and rolls her eyes toward the sound, looking a little cross-eyed in the maneuver. Her bangs hang out in a fan from her reddening face. She lifts her feet into the air and grabs at her toes, stretching her hamstrings out. "S'up?" The word is grunted more than actually spoken.
"M'just taking ah break from power training. It's been ah while and Ah'm tired." Rogue is still looking through the magazines as she speaks, and spares Jubilee no gaze. She pulls up without any prize, sipping lazily at the beer with a dull expression on the other girl. "You?"
"Lunch." She lets a hand fall above her head to thunk on the table next to the plate, finger extended toward it. If she's aware of any tension, she doesn't let on. "You're drinkin' while training?" There is a touch of disapproval in the question. One of her pant legs slides down the raised leg to her knee.
"You got ah problem with it, you can take it up with Logan too," Rogue says stiffly, taking another swig. "Ah'm off for ah few hours anyways. Ah've been at it since six am. Fully deserving of ah beer." She turns away to set the beer up on the corner of the fooseball table, leaning over to look around for the ball on the field.
Jubilee grins, sunshine lighting up her face. "No thanks. Don't think I will." She scrambles a bit with the sandwich and manages to get enough of a grip on it to transport it to her mouth.
Rogue snorts. "Smart girl," she says. She finds the ball, fishing around for it with a gloveless hand. It's tossed in the air with a catch, then shoved into the kick off hole. Slap, crack, clunk goes the table.
Jubilee cradles the sandwich in her hands and nibbles at it, watching the other girl with a lazy curiosity. "How long you up to now?"
Rogue peeks up after a quick spin of the goalie handle. "How long am Ah what now?"
"You know. Holdin' onto 'em?" Jubilee scratches at her knee with one hand, then tugs the pant leg back into place before dropping her legs back over the couch back.
"Oh. Up to ah few minutes now. Control is gettin' better. Even since Ah trained last." Rogue lifts a hand, snapping the fingers together to conduct a small, colorful burst. "Ahh," she hisses, plunging the two fingers into her mouth. Her other hand nor her eyes leave the one-sided fooseball game.
Jubilee smirks and squirms on the couch, pulling her head up to the cushion so she lays in a sideways curl. "That was brilliant."
Rogue makes a muffled. finger stuffed noise before pulling them out, wiping them down, and returning them to the game. "Yours come the easiest. Bobby's are pretty simple too. Magneto's are hard to control, but Ah can recall them with no problem s'well."
"No wonder. You prob'ly got enough o' me an' him stuffed inside ya to give Madrox a run for his money." She takes another bite of her sandwich, and a piece of chicken salad falls out on her chest.
"Yeah, probably," Rogue mumbles, grunting at her non-opponents ability to block. She takes a quick half time, guzzling down some more beer. "Could use ah bit more Storm, though. Now that's /real/ power. Wouldn't ya believe it's hard convincing people t'lemme get a hand on 'em?"
"I can't believe you'd /try/ ta convince Storm to let you get friendly with her," Jubilee retorts cheerfully.,
Rogue doesn't look amused. "Ah have not!" she protests. "Ah was just /thinkin'/ about it. 'Sides... Storm isn't nearly as hard as you'd think."
Jubilee wrinkles her nose and squirms down into the couch to stuff the last bites of the sandwich into her mouth, adding the dropped bit too.
There is a moment of silence before Rogue starts to snicker to herself. "You can't act jealous. You're the one who ended it. Hell, maybe Ah'll even talk to Bobby 'bout gettin' some more ice power. Couldn't hurt."
"I'm not jealous!" Jubilee protests around a mouthful of sandwich.
"Uh huh," Rogue says sarcastically, tapping her beer back down before picking her game back up.
Jubilee flicks her finger and a spark shoots toward the can just as Rogue releases it. It explodes in a shower of foam and popped metal.
Reflexes! She has 'em! The foam, metal, and general bits of beer are suddenly froazen in mid air, Rogues hand out and palm towards the mess. "Oh, what the..." she gripes, swinging her hand and letting the explosion fly free from it's telekenetic hold... right at Jubilee. She wipes at the bits that had hit her before tk had taken control. "You are in some trouble now, young lady." Hi Jean!
Jubilee eeps as wet metal lands with a slop on her, then scrambles upright, legs finally off the couch back, head turned right side up. "Oh, that's /so/ cheating!" she accuses, twisitng and surging to her feet to vault over the couch arm and scoop up a pillow as she goes.
Rogue smirks with satisfaction. She reaches for her beer... which is not there anymore. Oh. Rogue grasps at the air and pulles her hand back. "Guess a break from training was too much to ask. What do you want, Ms. Lee? Ice treatment, fire? Wanna pretend you're a magnet for a while? Oh! We could have a nasty wolf on our hands for a bit."
None of the above! Jubilee wants... dun dun DUH! PILLOW FIGHT! She swings the heavy upholstered bag upwards, aiming to knock Rogue's arms up.
Conk. "Ow!" Rogue yelps, the aim good and true. Her arms are dislodged from her sides. "You sorry excuse for an electron!" She looks around, no defenses in sight!
There is no mercy from the firecracker! She follows through with the upswing, then turns her hands to aim down at an angle.
Rogue throws her arm up to protect her face, suddenly finding a wall behind her and a fooseball table blocking her side exit. "Cut it out! Guh, stop!" She waves her other arm around, attempting to block the hits. Most of them connect anyways.
Jubilee doesn't continue for log. She lets the pillow hang at her side as she pants and laughs. "Say it! Say you're a cheater cheater pumpkin eater!"
"Ah did /not/ cheat. Used mah powers just th' same as you. As for pumpkin... well, it's /good/. Escpecially as pie. So, yeah. Ah eat pumpkins. What's it to ya?" Rogue crosses her arms, eyes on the pillow.
Jubilee snorts and rolls her eyes, giving her head a short shake before dropping the pillow and turning on the ball of her foot to bounce away.
Rogue bends to scoop up the pillow, holding it close. "You owe me ah beer!" she calls with a huff.
Jubilee bounds out of the room, laughter floating back an answer to Rogue's huff.
8/10/2008
Logfile from Jubilee.
Just another Sunday night, and I ain't got noboooooooody.... Dunno. Don't ask. Jubilee is settled in front of the tv, scowling fiercely at some infomercial advertising a set of exercising dvds. "Liars!" she hollers out and punches the remote control button fiercely.
Walter just happens to be passing by with the familiar voice catches his attention, causing him to lean back to look in the door he just passed, blinking just a bit at who he finds. "Jubilee?" he wonders, backpedaling to come inside.
Jubilee looks over the couch back, eyes crossing slightly with the motion. "Hiya, Wallie," she singsongs, lifting her hand to flap her hand.
Walter walks in, staring at the girl. "Aren't you supposed to be in California, or something?" he wonders as he approaches the couch, sitting next to her. He's just as tall as he was when she left, but it's rather clear that someone has been keeping the boy in shape.
"Geeze, way to make a girl feel welcome," Jubilee grumbles goodnaturedly, turning a bit to drape an arm across the back. "I'm just here for a few weeks. Got called back ta save the world, donca know?"
"The thing with the asteroid?" Walter wonders, mood darkening lightly. "You sure you can help. I mean, they already tried blowing it up, right?"
"The government already tried," Jubilee answers with a wink. "Now the fate of the world rests on me. An' a few others." Scared yet? She gives no indication of acknowledging Walter's fears, instead conveying unshadowed confidence.
Walter gives a small smile at that. "You and Rogue have fun in California?" he wonders "Cassy know you're back yet?"
"Haven't seen the tiny terror yet, but I don't think anyone was keepin' it secret." The corner of her lip twitches, and she nods. "Lots o' fun. You should watch the coke commercials real close."
Walter blinks at that, staring at Jubilee a little. "Wait, you were in a coke commercial, what one?" he asks. "It's good to see you again, by the way."
"One of the singin' ones. ... I didn't sing," she hurries to assure, then shifts sideways a little to give him room to sit, if he chooses.. "Good 'ta see you too. How's things been goin' here?"
Walter sits down, smiling. "Awww, you didn't?" he wonders, chuckling. "Um... alright, I guess. Cassy, Tim, and I found a Tiger cub out by the lake."
Jubilee looks at him blankly, then leans forward and narrows her eyes. "Do you still have it?"
"No, went back to the zoo, sorry," Walter says, chuckling a little. "You thought Doctor Grey'd let us keep it?"
She snorts and gives him a look of condescending pity. "Tsk. You didn't think not ta tell her?" (Not that Jubilee would have done anything different.)
"Cassy probably did, but... well, tiger cub, someone would have probably noticed, only place we could think of to keep it was the weight room," Walter says. "Besides. Tim."
"Aaahh," Jubilee drawls, and leans back, pulling up a couch cushion to cradle in front of her. "Tim." She crinkles her nose and grins.
"What were you watching earlier?" Walter wonders, glancing to the TV.
Jubilee glances at the still ongoing infomercial and laughs. "Oh, that. They promised like great abs in two weeks and it /so/ didn't happen. Liars."
Walter chuckles at that. "Did you actually use it every day," he wonders. "And what were you eating?"
Jubilee says, "Well, they /said/ just order," Jubilee drawls with an impish twinkle in her eyes.""
Walter laughs at that, poking Jubilee. "Well, there's your problem," he teases lightly.
Jubilee sticks her tongue out at him. While there's a little more give than of old under the poke, she's still far from pudgy.
"So... are you and Rogue still..." Walter wonders, blushing a little at the question himself.
Jubilee lifts her brow and widens her eyes, not bothering to hide her amusement. "Still...?"
"Dating," Walter says, her clear amusement not making the question less embarrassing for the poor, hormonal teen.
"Ah... no." Jubilee says, closing her mouth into a prim smile. "I think getting out of the City kind of... opened us up ta... different things. If that makes sense."
The blush on Walter's face indicates he has an idea. "Ah. Okay..."
Jubilee shoots a look at Walter, then sits up and blinks. "Not stuff like /that/!"
"Oh!" Walter says, the blush growing deeper. "Sorry! I just um..." he falls silent, looking away, ears burning.
"Just a pervert," Jubilee retorts with a smirk.
Walter shakes his head vigorously. "No!" he denies. "Just uh... I dunno, something about the way you said it made me think..." He blushes. "Something else, let's talk about something else."
Jubilee snickers and pulls her pillow free to hit his shoulder with. "Somethin' like icecream?" she suggests.
Walter smiles. "Yeah... Ice cream is better," he says with a light chuckle.
Jubilee scrambles off the couch and pouns for the door. "Last one to the kitchen has to scoop it up!"
8/16/2008
With the fate of the world hanging in her slender hands, you would think Jubilee would be sober and contemplative this evening before launch. Well, if you really thought that, then you're an idiot and know nothing about her. Dressed in a throwback to the eighties, Jubilee bounces out of the elevator dressed in a short jean skirt layered over lycra footless tights with a huge t-shirt hanging off one shoulder and bundled into a knot at her waist. She's got a pair of headphones on, and is crooning "You give love a bad name" around a blowpop tucked into the corner of her mouth. Her hair sticks above her head in a riot of spikes and feathers.
Jeremy frownyfaces his way cross the floor towards the elevator, frowning down at a folded-up piece of paper -- folded into a particular, wrappish sort of configuration! -- held in one of his hands. He is dressed in a grubby grey T-shirt and a pair of khaki shorts, the abandonment of sweatshirt his acknowledgment of the heat wave. He looks pretty puzzled, all in all. He looks up at Jubilee as she enters his flight path (more or less), and blinks. You'd think that she'd never cease to astonish, but--!
Jubilee lives for astonishment. The scary thing is how at home she appears in the garish colors and loud makeup. Or maybe that's not so suprising. Jubilee catches sight of the boy and grabs for him, spinning around with him to announce that he "played his game and he played his part--" then releases him to rip the headphones from her head and bounce in place. "Hi, Jerms! Ooh, hey, watcha got there?" She snatches the wrapper from his hand.
Startled to the point of flummoxed by the fact that he has suddenly been grabbed and whirled, Jeremy gives a little yelp of surprise and is in no condition to prevent her from seizing his ... uh, discovery. The folded paper contains some green vegetable material of a strongly suspicious and, apparently, home-grown nature. It is not oregano. "I don't know," he says. "I think it might, uh." He doesn't finish the sentence, but instead stands there and looks kind of awkward, flush touching on his protuberant ears.
Jubilee eyes widen as she focuses on the contents and brings it up to her nose for a sniff. Her time in California has brought her into contact with a small selection of drugs, but rarely in conjunction with so flustered a bearer. "Jeremy Wallace! This is a /joint/!"
Jeremy stares a moment, silent except for breath and heartbeat. He looks dumbfounded. Then, in a very small voice, he says, "--Oh."
Jubilee puts one hand on her hip and waves the other hand (with the joint) nearly under his nose. "What in name of gallopin' grandma's are you doin' with /this/?!" The feathers in her hair wave at him indignantly.
Jeremy backs up a pace, as though the drugs, now identified, must be kept as far away as possible. "I don't know, this guy dropped it!" he says. "I thought it might be a clue." Jamie Madrox's influence is a terrible thing. "Why would you just /give/ someone your marijuana?"
"Dropped it?" She eyes him dubiously and pulls it back in for another speculative sniff. "If he dropped it, then how'd he /give/ it to ya?"
"He was talking about smoking pot," Jeremy says, flapping a hand, "and then he left and dropped it on the ground. So I picked it up. What the heck do I do with it? I don't do /drugs/."
"Well, usually you /smoke/ it," Jubilee drawls, waggling the end in his direction. "At least that's the way I hear it. Dunno what /you're/ gonna do though. Was he a pusher?"
"He was some guy. He tried to give me Pokemon cards." Jeremy scruffs a hand through the tousled brown curls atop his head and gives Jubilee a look of anxious confusion. "Now I'm probably going to get arrested or something."
"Pokemon cards and pot? Riiiiight. Jerms," Jubilee steps in and tries to sling an arm around his neck. She can't quite reach, except by pushing up on tiptoe and sort of hooking her wrist behind his neck. "We gotta work on your cover story."
"Jubilee!" Jeremy squawks, "/what/ would I be doing with a joint!?"
Jubilee rolls her blue-shadowed eyes and heaves a large sigh. "I told you. /Smoke/ it. Geeze, Jerms. You keep this up and you're going to have me believing you really /did/ just pick it up for clues."
"I can't smoke pot! I'd end up hospitalized or something." Jeremy flaps a hand through the air. Some part of his brain nudges his awareness past the point of drug-related panic to point out that she is -- sort of huggy. Kinda. He looks down at her owlishly, flush creeping from his ears to his cheeks. "Seriously! I thought it might be a clue. He was buying stuff for a mutant girl he said was staying with him, his cousin, except he was buying like barbie and stuff and she's sixteen."
"That's right. Good for you. Smoking is bad for you!" chirps Public Service Announcement Jubilee. She pulls her arm down from his neck (it was giving her a kink in her shoulder) and shoulder bumps him instead. "Barbie's huh? That's weird."
"Right?" Jeremy scrubs his palm against his forehead. "Maybe he was just weird. I mean, he did like randomly drop me a joint."
"What'd he look like? Maybe we should put out a notice to warn people away from him." She looks at the joint contemplatively. "I guess I shouldn't suggest we try this one, huh? Just to see what it's like. I mean, I don't /think/ they'd do a peeinnacup on the launch pad tomorrow, but..."
"You can," Jeremy says magnanimously. "I don't want any! Actually it might be a bad idea," he adds, rubbing at the side of his nose and giving Jubilee a large-eyed look of supreme caution. "What if it's poisoned or something? I mean, why would you /give away/ your drugs?"
"Well... Maybe he's just... really dumb," Jubilee answers, examining the joint in question. "I mean, /barbies/."
"Maybe." Jeremy clears his throat and rubs a hand at the back of his neck. "And what if you got hung over? That wouldn't be good either."
Jubilee shoots a Look up at him. "I don't think you get hung over from weed, dude."
Jeremy looks doubtful.
Jubilee sticks her tongue out at him.
"Maybe you could bake it into something," Jeremy says dubiously. "If anything went wrong you could always blame it on Cassy."
"If we do that, would you eat half of them?"
Jeremy says, "Ergh."
Jubilee wrinkles her nose and shoves the joint at him. "Killjoy," she accuses with a grin. "Go... take that to someone. Or flush it down the toilet."
"Where the heck do I take it?" Jeremy takes it delicately, and holds it out and away from him, like he might accidentally get high from holding it too close to his face.
Jubilee grabs his shoulders and turns him around, pushing him toward the elevator. For someone so small, she sure enjoys pushing big guys around. "I told you. Give it to one o' the staff. Or flush it. Jus' /don't/ let Cassy or Mira catch you with it."
Jeremy shuffles toward the elevator with a grumbling sort of sigh. "That is the last thing on my list," he agrees. "Uhm," he adds over his shoulder, "good luck tomorrow!"
Jubilee throws him a breezy kiss from her hand and spins to skip through the door and outside.