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[pyrotechnics]

You know, just once I'd like to go on a vacation that doesn't end up with me somehow waking up with a headache. Just once! I'm getting sick of sleeping gas and I want my clothes!

And wings? Wings I could deal with. You know who has wings? Angel. But he can fly with his! And all these things are giving me is a pain in the...

This isn't my diary... That's not the right date... this is too weird. Too weird. I'd better call the Professor...

You'd think that a te- Woah!

[ and in the dark, jubilee doesn't notice that tree branch. the girl trips over it, and mistaking it as a possible assailiant, twists around to let loose a blast. but as she's in the middle of falling--

tonight, luceti, you're greeted to a show! there's a sea of fireworks lighting up your evening skies. ]

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[mallbabe.livejournal.com]

I'll keep that in mind.

[ and up she goes!

... that jacket and those glasses are unmistakable. ] There they are! That was easy.

[bamfing]

[... allow him a moment to stare. And then he bursts out laughing.]

Oh man, that's a good one. Who would even, right? [He snatches the sunglasses so he can put them on.] Wow, talk about lame. Not even Scott would be seen with these!

[mallbabe.livejournal.com]

[ she's digging around for her shorts and shirt when she notices! Wh-] Hey! [ snatching them back! you did not just insult her fabulous sunglasses. ] I would and I always do.

[bamfing]

Are you serious? [He just shakes his head. Talk about a fashion disaster. Kitty would never stand for it.]

[mallbabe.livejournal.com]

I don't know what's big in Germany, but this is all the rage in the States. [ she slides them on - but not over her eyes. they're pushed up to keep her hair out of her face. without all the product to hold it up, it's flopping all over the place. ]

[bamfing]

Trust me, it's not the rage in any country.

[But you know, whatever. He leans up against a wall for now, waiting for her to get her stuff together.]

[mallbabe.livejournal.com]

You need to get with the times, Nightcrawler.

[ shorts get! now where's that shirt... ] Don't tell me I need to pay for my own clothes too... [ ... is that her uniform? ]

[bamfing]

Kurt. [They aren't on a mission... they don't need code names.]

And don't worry about it. Everything's free.

[mallbabe.livejournal.com]

[ she shoots him a strange look. the only one that anyone seems to call them by their actual names is the professor. ] Kurt.

... Free? [ bad decision, kurt. now she'll just be looking through with the intention to grab a little more. ]

[bamfing]

Ahh... yeah, definitely free. Go change and I'll call Rogue over, yeah?

[How does he explain to Rogue that Jubilee is here, but she's lost her mind?]

[mallbabe.livejournal.com]

[ she gives a nod and with an armful of clothing, meanders on into the changing room. ]

[bamfing]

[In the meantime, Kurt is just going to call up Rogue on the journals and quickly inform her of where he's at. He'll even offer to teleport her on over, in fact.]

[touchofrogue]

[And in a burst of smoke, they appear back at the clothes shop.]

Where is she?

[mallbabe.livejournal.com]

[ and out she walks, wearing her usual outfit, sans glaringly yellow jacket, which is draped over her arm... along with enough clothes to fill a small closet. ]

He- [ ... wha... ] Rogue? [ ... ] What are you wearing?

[bamfing]

You're one to talk.

[Especially with those shades.]

[touchofrogue]

[A hand goes to her head - Jubliee's outfit is just that bright and if she doesn't cut this off, if this Jubliee is anything like the one she remembers, she and Kurt will go at it all night.]

I told ya, it's a long story. Ya hungry? This is the sort of thing that goes down best with [whiskey] milkshakes.

[mallbabe.livejournal.com]

I could go for some milkshakes. [ she casts one last look at the piles of clothing. deciding she can probably come back tomorrow, throws her load into a duffel bag and nods. ] Let's dip.

[bamfing]

["Let's dip?"] Shakes definitely sound good right now.

[Being the gentleman of the group, he will naturally go on ahead so as to hold the door open for these lovely ladies.]

[touchofrogue]

[...seriously?] The Good Spirits is open. Let's head on over there.

[And she will lead the way.]

[mallbabe.livejournal.com]

[ and she'll fall into step behind.

this is so weird. ]

[bamfing]

[VERY weird. Fortunately it's a short walk over there and once inside, Kurt hops up on one of the stools, crouching on top of it rather than sitting like a normal dude would.]

So one banana for me. [He glances at Rogue.] Chocolate?

[touchofrogue]

[And the weird has only begun.]

Yeah. Jubliee?

[mallbabe.livejournal.com]

Strawberry for me.

[bamfing]

Got it!

[Kurt will quickly take care of that, before turning to the two of them, while waiting for their order.]

So... I don't think we're remembering things the same way.

[touchofrogue]

I reckon not. [A light glare, because they were to discuss this over milkshakes, Kurt, not before they got here to spoil everyone's appetites. All the same...]

What's the last thing you remember, Jubliee?