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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. ]

Comments

[touchofrogue]

[Rogue hones in on something else.]

I'm older? [...she hadn't really anticipated ever getting older. She still wasn't sure the world would survive Apocalypse. And she wonders - did she ever learn to control it? But that she shoves that question back, for now.]

What year is it, where you're from?

[mallbabe.livejournal.com]

Year? [ a weird look. she lets her sunglasses fall down, taking a long sip of milkshake. ] November, 1992.

[bamfing]

Uh... she meant the year now, not when you were born...

[touchofrogue]

[Rogue feels her headache start to increase.]

You're not helpin', Kurt.

[She sighs and tries to gather her thoughts.

How would Scott do this?

Make sure you understand everything.

She turns to Jubliee]

We're not the same Rogue an' Kurt from your world. We are Rogue an' Kurt, we're both still X-Men, but where we're from, it's 2003. [...] An' I haven't even got ta the wings part yet. Ya with me?

[So maybe Rogue has more of a 'rush straight in and trust everyone to keep up and take care of themselves' style than a 'make sure she understands everything' style.]

[mallbabe.livejournal.com]

[ to anyone else, this news might have been mindblowing and brain breaking... but she's already dealt with this before. time travel, alternate futures, world ending consequences and, well, cable and bishop themselves. ]

Oh, not this again.

[bamfing]

[.... well not quite the response he was expecting.]

You're ahh... taking this unusually well.

[touchofrogue]

[...actually, Rogue concurs with Kurt on this one, and looks at Jubliee curiously.]

[mallbabe.livejournal.com]

[ she blinks, frowning slightly. ] Well, I've dealt with weirder. Like, Bishop, and all those alternate futures and life or death sitchs.

If the world isn't ending then this is at least a better adventure than most.

[bamfing]

[What kind of life do the X-Men have in another world? Jeez....]

Actually this isn't our world. Or your world. It's more of a well... somewhere else.

[touchofrogue]

[Bishop? She doesn't know that name. And what the heck are 'life or death sitchs?'

But Jubliee's at least experienced alternative futures. That's - good. She'll be able to adapt better here...

And Rogue nods, rebounding along with Kurt as she hikes a thumb back towards her snowy white wings.]

An' now we're gettin' ta the wings.

[mallbabe.livejournal.com]

Secondary mutation? Some kind of controller? [ THIS IS SO CHILL. ]

[bamfing]

No mutation. Everyone has them. Even the bad guys have them... just bigger. So do the people who trapped us here.

[He remembered being a little surprised when he saw Bil and that girl stroll through town, both of them with wings.]

[touchofrogue]

Think of 'em like... external internal organs. Except they don't do anythin'.

[Rogue shifts and Jubliee may notice a (what is now much smaller) splint on her left wing.)

[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.]