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[ Chloe has been trying to figure out how to contact this chick for at least a week and she’s sure eventually you’re supposed to just bite the bullet and start. It can’t go that bad? Right? ]

Yoooo...

[ Or maybe it can. She cringes at herself. God. ]

This is kinda... awkward for both of us, I’m sure, and I dunno that there is like anyway to say it without sounding cheap or whatever unless I like stitched it on a pillow for you or something, but uh—

Sorry for stabbing you? I swear I’m a way chiller person than this first impression implies.

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ninetieskid

[Jubilee flips on the video call almost immediately and just sort of stares at it. And keeps staring at it, and the girl on the other side for several long (deliberately) uncomfortable moments. She's past the Death Flu and the cut down her arm hadn't exactly survived an encounter with Jono, just like the rest of her, but that hadn't meant that she was sure what to make of this chick.]

If you stitched me a pillow, I'm pretty sure I'd wither up and turn into a grandma. Like, on the spot. Please don't do that, I kinda like being young and cool.

[Folding her arms, she pulls off her brilliantly pink sunglasses and squints at the feed. Her lip twitches at the corner, like she's trying very hard not to laugh.]

So you say you're chill, but what, was it a case of Madonna induced stabbing?

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tagartist

Hey, needlework is very hip, alright. All the actually cool kids are super into it.

[ How she manages to get that out in anything close to a serious tone is beyond her. At least she seems to be able to still offer humor with her traumatic episodes.

Though her face falls slightly at the question, before she huffs a little and tries to not look embarrassed. Except she does. Completely. She can't hide it at all. ]

I— I mean, kinda. Hazard of living in a horror town for so long, I guess. I keep my Norman Bates impressions to a once a year minimum, it was just like. Wrong place, wrong time?

... Whatever you did to stop me was super badass though. I mean, being blind sucked, but it definitely gave me the chance to get my shit together. What the fuck did you do, dude?

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ninetieskid

Okay, Granny.

[Guess who ain't buying it?

Her expression softens, a little. It's not exactly the apology she wants, but it is an explanation.]

And listen. I'm not sure what the hell happened. You're saying that you only try to go all Michael Myers once a year and I just happened to be in the crossfire.

[Holding up her hand, Jubilee begins rolling a small ball of plasma over her palm.]

...as for me. Does your world have mutants? The X-Men, or anything like that?

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tagartist

Yeah. [ As lame and under explained a reason can be. ] The town has a way of getting into people's heads sometimes.

[ She is far more interested in talking about this super cool power though, thank you. ]

Sorta. I mean, my best friend has powers, but it's kinda kept on the DL since she'd probably get shoved in a van and taken to a lab in the middle of nowhere if people knew.

[ Mutants and X-Men feels familiar though. Hold on. Let it click. ]

Are you from the same world as Rogue?

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ninetieskid

Uh-huh. It sure does.

[She nearly tore off Hunk's head, and that was some shit.]

And...hold on there, let's like, start with introductions before I go talking about folks from home, eh?

What's your name? I'm Jubilation, most people call me Jubilee. And you've got about five seconds to tell me yours before I give you a nickname.

[And she very, very menacingly (or as menacingly as she can manage) holds up five fingers, cocking her head to the side.]

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tagartist

Oh. Right. I guess that's probably smart. I'm Chloe, but now I'm curious as to what kinda nickname I'd get here.

[ Anything has to be better than Vomit Girl........ ]

I swear I wasn't asking for creep reasons. Rogue works for me at my garage.

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ninetieskid

Well, Stabs McGee was on the table, but since you apologized, I was leaning towards Siouxsie. You kinda lean on her look. [A shrug.] Chloe's shorter though. So probably Clo. But only cuz you seem cool.

[She shakes her head again.]

I've only heard about her, haven't really approached, but the Rogue here ain't my Rogue. There is a Rogue in my world, though. She's older than me, even more of a knockout than me, too. To be honest it seems like there's a bunch of different versions of my Earth around here.

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tagartist

Damn. Stabs McGee makes me sound way more badass. Albeit, y'know, insane. I guess it's better to stick with a classic.

[ Surprisingly, she's only had two people call her Clo on the regular, now that she thinks about it. Huh. ]

Gotchya. I know how that goes. My best friend is here, but she's not... quite the same as the one I know from home. Meeting like four Peter Parkers has also been kind of a trip.

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variantcover

[ Inside Jubilee's mailbox, there is a nondescript white envelope with her name on it. Inside, there is a colorful pog, with a message written on the back in silver fine-tipped sharpie. There's no stamp on the envelope, implying that it was hand delivered rather than mailed. ]

it's been real.
it's been weird.
it's been real weird.

see you on the flip side!
– GP

[ The pog is enchanted with dream magic, so that it can be given as a gift, but cannot be lost, stolen, or destroyed. ]

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arendelicious

[ Around the 25th, there's a parcel wrapped in brown paper left for Jubilee. Inside is a winter vest similar to his, only with yellow, pink, and orange stripes along the collar and shoulders. There's a belt to go with it as well.

And he even remembered to put a note!! He's so sorry about his handwriting. ]

Jubilee,

I don't know if you get cold, but I figured just in case, you might want something to help. Anna helped with the belt, so it's from both of us.

-Kristoff

From:

ninetieskid

[Well she is not going to leave this unanswered! Included in the package is a collection of small, hand-carved snowmen ornaments.]

Ice-Man,

Thanks. I do get a little chilly now and again. I know these things aren't really ice, but I hope you stick them on your Christmas tree and that they make you smile.

Best,
Jubilee

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borntolove

[Left outside the house is a dark blue basket. Inside is an associate of tea, chocolates, a box of lemon drops, a bottle of wine and a copy of Charles Dickens, Christmas Carol. A blue Tardis-shaped card attached to the basket says, 'Santa' in silver marker.]

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the_infant_death

Claudia had waited a night or two after they'd returned from the hotel before she found a few rats, then picked up the Fluid and followed Jubilee's instructions. So armed with enough blood she wouldn't be too hungry and the device that was so new to her, Claudia went forth into the darkness.

Uncertain, she eventually went right to the house and knocked on the door. She had traded her extravagant clothes for things a little more sensible, scrounging through discarded wares as best she could: a long heavy woolen skirt and a knitted lavender sweater. She had braided her hair up and pinned it around her head, in an elaborate manner more mature than childish. Having knocked, she stood back, and waited.

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ninetieskid

Jubilee could smell her, of course. She didn't have Logan or Laura's sense of smell, but she could still pick up on the presence of other vampires with her own. One of the gifts of her bloodline, apparently, was a plethora of the more unusual vampiric powers. That Claudia had come wasn't a surprise, and she'd been waiting for it. She was so small, and the fact that she'd been bitten at all was...bewildering to say the least.

The door opens up, Jubilee standing there in a dark bodysuit made of some comfortable material, with a yellow hoodie on over it.

"Heya scamp," she says cheerfully, waving Claudia inside. "Come in out of the cold."

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the_infant_death

"My name is Claudia."

A bit stiffly: she does not appreciate the familiarity from someone she does not quite trust. She does come in, however, reaching up to unclasp her cloak from home heavy lined velvet. She fold the garment over her arm easily.

From:

ninetieskid

"And my name is Jubilee."

She's insufferable. Either way, Jubilee gestures to a coat-rack and once Claudia's made her way inside, she closes the door behind her.

"What can I do for you? You don't seem like the type to just drop by for a visit."

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the_infant_death

Claudia presses her lips together for a moment. No, she's not here to visit, but it vexes her to ask for help of any kind. But help she must have: she can't keep surviving on rats.

"You said you knew of a means to obtain blood. I...I would appreciate it if you could...enlighten me. There is...not enough death or bodies here for me to drink as I am accustomed to."

And she did not want to die. As much as she hated being trapped in a child's body...she did not want to die.

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ninetieskid

"Oh yeah, I did..."

Jubilee grins, holding up a finger to ask Claudia to wait. She departs for a moment, heading into the visible kitchen and grabbing two packages from the fridge. Blood bags, with straws hanging for them. Stabbing the straws in like a morbid Capri Sun, she brings them out, handing one to Claudia.

"There's two ways. The first is to steal it from the hospital. And the second is to sacrifice things to Sodder. It's...a bit of a hike, but I can take you out there. We can grab an animal on the way."

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the_infant_death

Claudia takes the bag after a moment - ugh, cold - but the blood is still liquid, and very human. The straw gives her a bit of puzzlement, but not for long.

"Why would the hospital have blood? And why does it not clot?"

Sorry, Jubilee, anticoagulation methods are not invented until nearly a hundred years after Claudia's time.

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ninetieskid

"It's kept in hospitals to do blood transfusions. When someone loses blood from an injury, it can be injected back into them to keep them from dying of blood loss."

It's easy to forget that Claudia isn't a kid, so Jubilee takes on a more teaching tone.

"And there's chemicals that keep it from clotting. It's all fine, nothing that'll make us sick. Just modern medical science."

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the_infant_death

"What chemicals?" Claudia wants to know. She can momentarily forgive the patronizing tone in the search for further knowledge. She always wants to know, devouring knowledge set before her with the intensity only an immortal can achieve: her chief interest has always been novels, but science is not beyond her ken. Chemistry is in its very earliest stages, but she has heard of it.

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ninetieskid

"I don't actually know, unfortunately. I can find out for you, but I don't know offhand. I'm a teacher, not a doctor. I can tell you about a lot of things, but medical stuff is beyond me."

Outside of first aid, anyway.

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