Jubilee - Thursday afternoon
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xp_logsJubilee leaves the mansion to go visit her boyfriend in New York. The best laid plans of mice and X-Men...
Jubilee switched on the radio as she slowly pulled out of the gates of Xavier's, turning left. Peter Gabriel's 'Red Rain' was playing, almost halfway through when she'd turned on the radio but she left it on, starting to sing along.
"I come to you defences down with the trust of a child."
She'd finished her DR session at a decent time, having won the coin toss on that. It was harder training near the end of the day, so the early morning slots were always prized, and bribes of cookies or offers of clothes washing were familiar enticements offered in exchange for 'swapsies'.
She'd told David that she'd meet him at his house in New York and they'd go to see 'Chicago' from there after he'd finished Thanksgiving things with his family. He'd gotten them tickets, and had surprised her with them on the weekend.
No one had ever brought her tickets to a musical before. There was a lot of things David did for her that no one had ever thought to do before. Maybe it was because he hadn't known her since she was thirteen like some of the residents of the mansion had. So the only way he could find out what she liked and what she didn't was to simply try things out.
It was nice, since it meant that she got to try things out that she might not have otherwise. Although, she was honest enough to figure out that half the fun of it all was seeing the look on David's face when he found something she liked.
It was at this point in her musing that the front two tires on her car exploded, sending it spinning, and then rolling over as she reflexively slammed on the brakes.
***
Jubilee blinked at the cracked windshield and pried her hands from the slightly melted wheel. She'd lost control of her powers in the first few moments after her tires had gone and managed to do some damage before she'd gotten it under control. Taking stock, she realised that she was hanging upside down in her seatbelt in what appeared to be a ditch. On the lucky side, she wasn't dead, or horrifically injured. On the not so lucky side, her seatbelt was refusing to release, which meant she was stuck here.
Still, this was hardly a deserted road, right? So that meant that someone had to be around, all she had to do was get their attention.
"HELP!" Jubilee cried out, pulling at her seatbelt in the hopes that it would come undone. "I'm stuck!"
Okay, so she wouldn't win the prize for most original shout for help but hopefully someone would feel enough of a 'good Samaritan' streak to get her the hell out before the car decided to blow up.
Not that it would - she was firm in her belief of that, in the way that anyone hanging from a broken seatbelt and unable to escape a wreck is. No, no blowing up of overturned cars here.
God she hoped someone came to help her soon. She didn't dare try and use her powers, not if there was the possibility of gas fumes of any sort. Just because she couldn't right now, smell it, didn't mean there wasn't. "Um. Impressively busty over sexed wench trapped in an overturned vehicle, looking for nice person to rescue her! Will be grateful!" she called out.
Because, if you couldn't make lamearse jokes in the middle of a crisis, when could you make them?
Startled laughter greeted her call, the sounds of someone skittering down the embankment easily heard, just as the sweep of a flash light gleamed through the window. "Well, that's a positive way to look at things!" A man's voice followed the laughter and soon, a face was seen peering through the window. The man's silvery grey hair was easy to see thanks to the flash light, and he grinned at her amiably though his eyes were inspecting her alertly. "You okay there, miss? I'm hoping the humor's a good sign."
Oh thank God, it was a cop. She'd been worried that she'd attract some well meaning but totally useless bystander. Cops at least knew how to do things, like get you out of seatbelts. "Kinda stuck, actually. And I'm havin' this amazin' rush of blood to my head. But yeah, if you could see your way to cuttin' me loose? Would so be grateful."
"Sure thing, miss," was the jovial answer. Bits of shattered security glass were gently brushed aside and the police man removed his coat, carefully but quickly, setting it down half in the car and half outside - a place for Jubilee to land that wouldn't be either hard and cold, or chance offering her further harm. "Why don't you tell me your name and which year we are, while I take a look at things, mmm?" The question was casual but standard enough when one was checking on a potentially concussed victim, the man checking over Jubilee's situation and pulling a simple army swiss knife from a pocket at the same time.
"Jubilation Lee, and two thousand and five, at least for the next month or so, anyhow. So, who should I be thanking for savin' my ass?" she answered, bracing herself for the fall once he cut the seatbelt.
"I'm officer Harper, miss," he said, grunting only a little as he somehow managed to catch her just as the seatbelt was cut - keeping her from any sudden movement, never mind falling at all. Levering her down slowly, he then used the jacket on the ground as a way to scoot her out of the car without manhandling her in the process. "There we go! Now, don't try moving just yet, miss - gotta make sure nothing's broken and all."
"Sure thing." Jubilee replied.
After her time with the riot police in Seattle, and having known Madelyn for so long, Jubilee knew that cops didn't tell you something, or do something just for the hell of doing it. If he wanted her to stay still, then she would. Even if her own, admittedly limited, field knowledge of medicine was telling her that nothing appeared broken.
After an impersonal and praticed pat down, the man nodded and let her rise to a sitting position, though he looked at her carefully the entire time. "Looks like you got out of that with just a few bumps and scratches, miss." He grinned then, beaming down at her. "You're a heck of a lucky lady there. Leading something of a charmed life, are you?" He reached down to help her up, pointing towards the side of the highway where the police cruiser he'd been driving idled steadily. "Let's get you in the car where it's warm and I'll call this in."
"Great. Can you ask them to let 'Xavier's School for Gifted Youngsters' know that I had a bit of a mishap too? They'll probably worry about me, otherwise." Jubilee replied, letting him help her to her feet.
She walked toward the car with Officer Harper, smiling as he held the door open for her and climbed in. She watched as he walked around the other side and got in, picking up the radio. She noted that the screen in front of her was glass. Perhaps they needed added protection?
It was at the point that she was about to ask Officer Harper about it that she slumped sideways, and knew no more.
Jubilee switched on the radio as she slowly pulled out of the gates of Xavier's, turning left. Peter Gabriel's 'Red Rain' was playing, almost halfway through when she'd turned on the radio but she left it on, starting to sing along.
"I come to you defences down with the trust of a child."
She'd finished her DR session at a decent time, having won the coin toss on that. It was harder training near the end of the day, so the early morning slots were always prized, and bribes of cookies or offers of clothes washing were familiar enticements offered in exchange for 'swapsies'.
She'd told David that she'd meet him at his house in New York and they'd go to see 'Chicago' from there after he'd finished Thanksgiving things with his family. He'd gotten them tickets, and had surprised her with them on the weekend.
No one had ever brought her tickets to a musical before. There was a lot of things David did for her that no one had ever thought to do before. Maybe it was because he hadn't known her since she was thirteen like some of the residents of the mansion had. So the only way he could find out what she liked and what she didn't was to simply try things out.
It was nice, since it meant that she got to try things out that she might not have otherwise. Although, she was honest enough to figure out that half the fun of it all was seeing the look on David's face when he found something she liked.
It was at this point in her musing that the front two tires on her car exploded, sending it spinning, and then rolling over as she reflexively slammed on the brakes.
***
Jubilee blinked at the cracked windshield and pried her hands from the slightly melted wheel. She'd lost control of her powers in the first few moments after her tires had gone and managed to do some damage before she'd gotten it under control. Taking stock, she realised that she was hanging upside down in her seatbelt in what appeared to be a ditch. On the lucky side, she wasn't dead, or horrifically injured. On the not so lucky side, her seatbelt was refusing to release, which meant she was stuck here.
Still, this was hardly a deserted road, right? So that meant that someone had to be around, all she had to do was get their attention.
"HELP!" Jubilee cried out, pulling at her seatbelt in the hopes that it would come undone. "I'm stuck!"
Okay, so she wouldn't win the prize for most original shout for help but hopefully someone would feel enough of a 'good Samaritan' streak to get her the hell out before the car decided to blow up.
Not that it would - she was firm in her belief of that, in the way that anyone hanging from a broken seatbelt and unable to escape a wreck is. No, no blowing up of overturned cars here.
God she hoped someone came to help her soon. She didn't dare try and use her powers, not if there was the possibility of gas fumes of any sort. Just because she couldn't right now, smell it, didn't mean there wasn't. "Um. Impressively busty over sexed wench trapped in an overturned vehicle, looking for nice person to rescue her! Will be grateful!" she called out.
Because, if you couldn't make lamearse jokes in the middle of a crisis, when could you make them?
Startled laughter greeted her call, the sounds of someone skittering down the embankment easily heard, just as the sweep of a flash light gleamed through the window. "Well, that's a positive way to look at things!" A man's voice followed the laughter and soon, a face was seen peering through the window. The man's silvery grey hair was easy to see thanks to the flash light, and he grinned at her amiably though his eyes were inspecting her alertly. "You okay there, miss? I'm hoping the humor's a good sign."
Oh thank God, it was a cop. She'd been worried that she'd attract some well meaning but totally useless bystander. Cops at least knew how to do things, like get you out of seatbelts. "Kinda stuck, actually. And I'm havin' this amazin' rush of blood to my head. But yeah, if you could see your way to cuttin' me loose? Would so be grateful."
"Sure thing, miss," was the jovial answer. Bits of shattered security glass were gently brushed aside and the police man removed his coat, carefully but quickly, setting it down half in the car and half outside - a place for Jubilee to land that wouldn't be either hard and cold, or chance offering her further harm. "Why don't you tell me your name and which year we are, while I take a look at things, mmm?" The question was casual but standard enough when one was checking on a potentially concussed victim, the man checking over Jubilee's situation and pulling a simple army swiss knife from a pocket at the same time.
"Jubilation Lee, and two thousand and five, at least for the next month or so, anyhow. So, who should I be thanking for savin' my ass?" she answered, bracing herself for the fall once he cut the seatbelt.
"I'm officer Harper, miss," he said, grunting only a little as he somehow managed to catch her just as the seatbelt was cut - keeping her from any sudden movement, never mind falling at all. Levering her down slowly, he then used the jacket on the ground as a way to scoot her out of the car without manhandling her in the process. "There we go! Now, don't try moving just yet, miss - gotta make sure nothing's broken and all."
"Sure thing." Jubilee replied.
After her time with the riot police in Seattle, and having known Madelyn for so long, Jubilee knew that cops didn't tell you something, or do something just for the hell of doing it. If he wanted her to stay still, then she would. Even if her own, admittedly limited, field knowledge of medicine was telling her that nothing appeared broken.
After an impersonal and praticed pat down, the man nodded and let her rise to a sitting position, though he looked at her carefully the entire time. "Looks like you got out of that with just a few bumps and scratches, miss." He grinned then, beaming down at her. "You're a heck of a lucky lady there. Leading something of a charmed life, are you?" He reached down to help her up, pointing towards the side of the highway where the police cruiser he'd been driving idled steadily. "Let's get you in the car where it's warm and I'll call this in."
"Great. Can you ask them to let 'Xavier's School for Gifted Youngsters' know that I had a bit of a mishap too? They'll probably worry about me, otherwise." Jubilee replied, letting him help her to her feet.
She walked toward the car with Officer Harper, smiling as he held the door open for her and climbed in. She watched as he walked around the other side and got in, picking up the radio. She noted that the screen in front of her was glass. Perhaps they needed added protection?
It was at the point that she was about to ask Officer Harper about it that she slumped sideways, and knew no more.
