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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]

[ she winces. ]

Oh, goodie.

[bamfing]

Yeah... there's a guide that explains it better.

[He turns his attention to Rogue. She's not their Jubilee, but she's still an X-Man, regardless of what universe. So that means...]

[touchofrogue]

[...that means she's family. Yeah.]

Ya got any questions?

[mallbabe.livejournal.com]

[ It's bizarre, but... the X-men are the only family she's ever known. It extends to these... much younger versions of the people she knows, doesn't it? Well. X-Men are X-Men.

She figures she'll pick up on this as she goes. ]

How old are you two?

[bamfing]

Eighteen.

[... for both of them, actually.]

[touchofrogue]

[She nods.] Nineteen in a few weeks.

[Actually, as far as timelines go, she's probably been nineteen for a while now. But she sitting down and figuring out when her Luceti birthday would be never occurred to her.]

[mallbabe.livejournal.com]

Rats, I'm still the youngest.

[bamfing]

If it makes you feel better, Jamie was the youngest in our world.

[touchofrogue]

[Heh. That's her question, huh? Some things just don't change.

Rogue takes a sip of her milkshake.]

You were - what - about fifteen in our world?

[Now's the time to get back to establishing that distant persona she'd been breaking in order to be reassuring... or something like that.]

[mallbabe.livejournal.com]

I'm sixteen. [ or about there. ]

You're both around twenty-five in my world.

[bamfing]

[Twenty five... and not even an X-Men yet?]

If you don't mind me asking... what exactly was I doing in your world, if I wasn't an X-Man?

[touchofrogue]

Heh. I'm just glad we made it to twenty-five.

[Slurp of the milkshake as she tries not to ask about her powers here.]

[mallbabe.livejournal.com]

I don't really know. You knew Wolverine, so you've probably been covering things in Germany. But, i think you're a monk?

[ and there's a slight smile. ] Tell me about it. I've lived there for like a year and I think we've dodged the apocalypse six or seven times by now... not to mention Apocalypse himself. I could do without all the space wars, too.

[bamfing]

[He was... a monk? What? But before he can question that, he's derailed.]

Apocalypse?

[touchofrogue]

[Uh. Yeah.]

Ya mind rewindin' that one?

[mallbabe.livejournal.com]

You guys have tangled with him too? [ then again, considering cable? ] Yeah. I wasn't too involved in those missions.

[bamfing]

Less tangled and more... got our butts kicked.

[touchofrogue]

[Rogue looks down at the bar top.]

It ain't over yet.

[She's not sure what they'll do, but she does know that much is true.]

[mallbabe.livejournal.com]

Rough...

But if you guys have a bigger team, it should be easier. I think the last time we tangled with the big guy we only had three X-Men on the job.

[bamfing]

[Only three?]

We were there when he woke up... he took down all of us. Even Magneto and his people were there.

[touchofrogue]

[All her fault. Mystique...

No excuses.]

Ya sure we're talkin' about the same guy? All the powers of the known mutants in the world ta charge him up, oldest mutant out there, kinda bald an' blue?

[mallbabe.livejournal.com]

Definitely bald, but more green than blue. All he seems to want to do is start a war and rule over what's left.

[bamfing]

Ours [weird to call an evil mutant 'ours' but-] probably wants to do the same thing. All we know is that he's some ancient Egyptian dude.

[touchofrogue]

[Slurp of the milkshake. This conversation sucks.

...]

How were ya'll able to beat him?

[Because. Hey. Even if they don't remember, it can't hurt to ask.]

[mallbabe.livejournal.com]

[ she stirs her milkshake with her straw, looking thoughtful. ] We shot him into space.