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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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[bamfing]

[She only looks vaguely familiar to him. She's older than his Jubilee and has shorter hair. And a completely different design. Kurt however is unmistakably blue.]

Definitely the Fourth. Think you could make some more of those fireworks? It'll make finding you easier.

[mallbabe.livejournal.com]

One light show, coming up! [ She gives her hand a shake, then brings her hand above her head. she sees blue... but it's too dark to make anything else out, and the multicolored sparks that start flying from her fingers make it way too hard to make anything else out. ]

[bamfing]

[That's all he needs. He'll be rapidly poofing through the woods, until he finds himself in a tree branch above her. Those are unmistakably Jubilee's powers... but what did she do with her hair?]

Hey Jubilee. Don't tell me the Malnosso messed with your hair.

[mallbabe.livejournal.com]

[ JUMPING - akjdha teleporting mutants, she'll never get used to them. BUT! ]

Nightcrawler! That is you. [ not that may other people are that blue. ] No, just my clothes. But I think they did something to yours. [ and your age. ]

[bamfing]

[Jeez, she's allowed to use his name! No one else is around.]

No? My clothes are fine. Well, except for making room for the wings, anyway. [So what if he's dressing casually?]

[mallbabe.livejournal.com]

Last time I saw you, your casual wear was robes. [ monks, man... it wasn't that long ago, actually. before wolverine's temper started wigging out. ]

[bamfing]

Are you kidding? I haven't done that since before I was an X-Man. [And wait...] Besides, you weren't even around then!

[mallbabe.livejournal.com]

When did you join? [ that isn't making any sense. ] I was in the X-Man long before Wolverine even met you. [ okay so many more like only a year before. ]

[bamfing]

Hello? First of all, you never got on the team. You were still training before you left. Secondly, I joined the team after Scott and Jean. I'm totally rocking the seniority, here.

[mallbabe.livejournal.com]

Okay, first of all, I've been on the team for months! Training or not, I still go on missions. Secondly, no you didn't, there was that other team that Bobby as on and nobody likes to talk about and they were there first. You haven't joined yet, unless you did it in the hours I've been gone. Thirdly, I would never, ever leave! And fourthly - [ wait a second ] ... weren't you older last time we met?

[bamfing]

[... okay what? Other team? Bobby on any kind of team?]

... no, actually, I was younger. So were you. [He can tell she's grown a little bit since the last time he's saw her too...] You must have hit your head or something.

[mallbabe.livejournal.com]

No, you were like, twenty-something. [ she bristles slightly. ] I know what I'm talking about! Oh, something weird is going on here.

[bamfing]

[Twenty-something? He shakes his head. That doesn't make any sort of sense. She'd be a lot older if she was from the future or something. Deciding there's no point debating who's right, he hops down from the branch in front of her and offers a hand.]

Let's just get to the village, yeah? [He smirks as he gets a look at the dress she's in.] Things might make more sense when you've got the right clothes for it.

[mallbabe.livejournal.com]

I can't believe they took my clothes. [ and she takes it, looking a little annoyed at this whole situation. ] Is anybody else here?

[bamfing]

Just Rogue.

[Taking that invitation, he'll BAMF them away. It'll take more than one of these to get them to the village, but soon enough they'll be in front of the clothing shop. Hopefully Jubes won't be feeling too weak after that.]

[mallbabe.livejournal.com]

[ WOAH. She staggers a little forward, rubbing her eyes. First she was there, then she was there, annnd now she's here. ]

I'll never get used to that. [ but she's tough! so she shakes it off pretty quick. you can't get motion sick when you pilot jets for the hell of it. ]

[bamfing]

Sometimes it helps to close your eyes, yeah? Just a little.

[Well anyway, he gestures to the store.]

Anyway, your stuff should be in here.

[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.