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[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?

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?

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?

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?

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.]

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.

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.

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.

Clo it is.

[Jubilee shrugs once more, the apathy of the 1990s bleeding in hard here.]

Sorry about your friend. I guess I getcha, though. I mean, I'm about ten years behind everybody I know from home in the timestream. Not the weirdest thing, but...still weird.

[Waving that off, she finally releases her hold on the little blob of plasma and it explodes with a soft -pop- sound.]

You asked what my powers were, though. I'm a mutant that can manipulate plasma. Conjure it, and then make it explode. Could be small, like what I did to your eyes. Or big enough to do actual damage.

[ She is more than happy for the distraction of going back to talking about her powers, even if the pop makes her jump on her end of the feed. She clearly forgot she asked. Woops. ]

That... is hella cool. I thought you just had like cherry bombs in your pocket or something.

Please, I'm cooler than that.

[She makes a finger-gun, shooting out another glob of plasma that breaks off into a dozen little explosions, like a sparkler going off.]

Are you doing okay, now? Like, no lasting color spots or anything, I mean.

[ This is so cool. And that thought is written all over her face. ]

Fit as a fiddle. I had a friend check me out to be sure, but the spots cleared up after a few hours.

Good. I haven't...really figured out if this place did anything to my powers or not yet, and I wasn't thinking straight so I was worried I gave you more juice than needed.

[You know, like, military grade flashbang.]

...Now, you know I'm a mutant. And an X-Man. What's your deal though, Clo? Where you from, what do ya do?

Seems like you were able to control them better than some of the people I've seen around here. So far, anyway. I guess that shit can sneak up on you.

[ Fff, talking about herself. Chloe shrugs, wrinkling her nose a little. ]

I don't really have a deal. Just an average chick from some stupid, barely surviving seaside town in Oregon. My life here is way more interesting than anything I came from.

Had control drills literally implanted in my head by a frigid bitch of a teacher, so I'd hope so.

[Emma Frost is not a kind instructor.]

And everyone's got a deal. Are you like, a Riot Grrl? A hard working country fisherman's daughter rebelling against the family business? A punky nerd?

I'd say that sounds horrible, but I'm guessing it was probably a kinda necessary thing. If the little I know about powers is anything to go off of.

[ She groans at the last one, because that's probably the closest. ]

I dunno. A high school drop out with authority issues and little to no ambition? Well, I mean, I got expelled, but same thing.

[Jubilee flashes dual finger-guns.]

Hey, high school dropout with authority issues is exactly me.

[Pachow!]

[ ............................ She's in love. ]

I knew you had a cool vibe about you.

Just a vibe? Girl, I'm the coolest person you'll ever meet.

[Finger-guns intensifies, with a small lightshow.]

Beverly Hills born and raised, mutant, bonafide world traveler, and superhero. It doesn't get much cooler than me.

You're from California?

[ It probably says something about Deerington that this is the coolest thing she's listed to Chloe. Or maybe it just says something about her. ]

My girlfriend and I always wanted to move there. She was born in Long Beach but her lame ass family moved her to my boring as fuck town that I have personally never stepped foot out of until this place.

Yeah, I'm from California. It's...

[Well, honestly hearing that...]

It's alright. Not all it's cracked up to be, depending on what you're looking for, I guess. What are you wanting to do there?

Me? I dunno. I never thought about it. I probably would've wanted to get a job working as a mechanic or something. I just wanted out, I didn't care where. LA was Rach's idea.

[ There's a sad sort of nostalgia in her voice that always comes when she talks about Rachel. ]

She wanted to be a model. Or an actress? Both maybe. I know, I know, hella stereotypical, but she was really passionate about it. Cut throat, too. She probably would've made it if she'd really gotten the chance to try.

Listen, I did that for a bit. Acting. It's...

[Well, she doesn't want to dampen the mood too much, but hiding her frown is hard.]

...Not really a fun time. Mechanic though, that's cool. I know there's a big industry out of fixing up specialty cars and stuff for movies.

Never really been my cup of tea. Seems fucked, letting the whole world invade your life like that if you get even remotely popular. Rach loved attention, though. She'd've done anything to get someone to take her picture.

[ Apparently even Jefferson. Mmm. That's a fun thought. ]

Yeah? That's fucking sweet. I never woulda thought of that stuff being a need. I've only been under the hood of one classic, but it was awesome. Or would've been if my stepdouche had actually let me do anything with it.

Yeah. I thought I wanted the attention. I...was wrong.

[It didn't help that she had a sleazeball producer come on to her, or that she kept getting cast in stereotypical Chinese roles. Bad, bad mojo there.]

Yeah though, the industry needs all sorts of workers. How'd you think that Dukes of Hazzard got filmed? Or Knightrider? Somebody had to take care of the car.

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