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[ninetieskid]

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Sorry I missed you, but leave a message and I'll get back to ya when I feel like it.

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[ninetieskid]

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.

[tagartist]

[ 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.

[ninetieskid]

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.

[tagartist]

[ 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.

[ninetieskid]

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?

[tagartist]

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.

[ninetieskid]

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?

[tagartist]

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.

[ninetieskid]

[Jubilee flashes dual finger-guns.]

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

[Pachow!]

[tagartist]

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

I knew you had a cool vibe about you.

[ninetieskid]

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.

[tagartist]

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.

[ninetieskid]

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?

[tagartist]

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.

[ninetieskid]

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.

[tagartist]

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.

[ninetieskid]

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.

[tagartist]

[ Chloe nods, not sure if Rachel would have been wrong or not. She might just be being bitter about the choices she inevitably made, though. So she shrugs. ]

I guess it doesn't matter now. Not like it's gonna happen.

[ Which includes daydreaming about taking care of awesome cars, apparently. God that would've been sweet. ]

[ninetieskid]

I mean, don't say that. You never know.

[Jubilee isn't really the best at dealing with depression, but she'll sure as shit try. In her own way.]

[tagartist]

[ ...................... Well this is awkward. ]

We, uh, were both... kinda... murdered, so. I'm pretty sure it's a done deal.

[ninetieskid]

You're here now, though. Who says you gotta go back to a place you were murdered?

[She's just an optimist.]