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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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[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.

[bamfing]

... ahh, yeah. If only we'd thought of that.

[touchofrogue]

[Snort.] Yeah, with our massive 'Shootin' things into space' capacity.

[mallbabe.livejournal.com]

I wish I could tell you more. I'm sure if Cyke was here he'd be able to give you the 411 on the whole thing.

But we've had more problems with the "Friends of Humanity" [ fear her airquotes ] than we have with that guy.

[bamfing]

[Cyke. Oh man, now that he likes. He's gonna have to remember that.]

Friends of Humanity? Who are they?

[touchofrogue]

[...'411?']

Sounds like a bunch of real peaches. I'm guessin' they don't include 'mutants' in their definition of humanity.

[mallbabe.livejournal.com]

[ she nods. ]

They're an Anti-Mutant group, run by a rat named Graydon Creed. He's got it out for all mutants. [ ... admittedly, if her father was sabretooth, she might not be too fond of mutants either. and if her mother was someone like mys- oh. she straights a little bit... does he know?

better not bring it up. jubilee can handle secrets. ] The guy's a total loon.

[bamfing]

[... Graydon. That brings back some bad memories.]

We had some guy build giant robots called Sentinels to get us. But he's in jail now.

[touchofrogue]

[Kurt's pinged by Graydon. Rogue's pinged by 'Creed.'

Sabertooth...]

Anti-Mutant group. Great. Sounds like Principle Kelly's dream.