Mark & Jubilee, backdated to Friday night
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xp_logsMark finally meets their new boarder.
Jubilee stood, leaning against a steel railing as she watched the dance floor below. She took a sip from the drink in her hand, listening in to a conversation nearby. It seemed that the couple, students from what she could tell, were discussing the latest paper they'd been assigned by a seemingly horrible Professor who must surely eat babies if the two were to be believed.
She'd gotten into the habit of listening to people in Madripoor, and since she didn't have anything else to do right now, she saw nothing wrong in a little eavesdropping.
"They're always like that," Mark said, ambling up slowly behind her. A people-watcher himself, he'd been watching her watching them, and decided it was time to formally introduce himself and see what this girl's about. "They'd do just fine if they spent more time studying and less time trying to score coke in the restroom. Kids."
Jubilee smiled, gaze flicking to him for a second before going back to the figures on the dancefloor. She didn't know the moves but she figured if she watched them long enough she'd pick it up readily. You always tried to blend in with the locals when you could.
"I was usually after speed. Bathrooms are so last century though." she replied, a set of steady beats causing her foot to tap along.
"Yeah, well, bathrooms are the best you can do when the floor is guarded by psychics." Mark leaned over the railing and waved to a tall, gaunt young man standing in the corner, eyes scanning the crowd. He looked up and briefly nodded back.
Jubilee noted the man, eyebrows raised. She hadn't realised there were telepaths in the room, but then again, why would she? "Nice. Just the one?"
"Psychometrist at the front doors to check IDs, and a couple others just mingling. Also Chuck." Mark blew a kiss at a beefy man built like a brick wall. He looked up and shook his head disgustedly. "In case someone decides to get rough. He likes it. You can never be too safe when you've got a bunch of drunk mutants in an enclosed space." Many of whom with little training for their mutations.
Jubilee noted the men at the front door, but she didn't think she'd be able to spot the telepaths in the crowd, she wasn't one herself and the chances of noticing something in someone's body language without a power like Doug's took years more training then she had.
"Drunkenness and mutation never did mix terribly well." Jubilee replied, remembering her time at the mansion and a few rather memorable incidents. "This your music?"
"This particular one is DJ Empath, actually. Brilliant musician. I'm told y'all know him?" And from the rumors, Jubilee knew him better than many. Mark shrugged, as if he didn't know this particular fact.
"He always was good at the music." Jubilee replied, keeping her tone non-committal and her expression as neutral as she could manage. "I take it you two never met?"
Alison had let Jubilee know about Manuel's injury and his subsequent coma but she'd been in the middle of studying for classes she'd ultimately failed and hadn't had the energy to inquire further.
"After my time. I've only been with Snow Valley for about a year and a half, so I'm still kind of a n00b. So. Madripoor, huh?" Remy had shared with the team what he'd learned of Jubilee, but far be it from Mark to judge. Living in New York for so long, he'd seen enough people involved in various activities just to get by. He couldn't fault anyone for that.
"No act of stupidity ever goes unpunished." Jubilee replied, not completely able to disguise the bitterness that laced her words. "But it was alright, the clubs are...okay. Not as good as the New York scene, but where is? Well, maybe Brighton. Did Mandy ever tell ya she took us to the clubs there? I've never met anywhere outside the school more willin' to accept the strange and bizarre as that place.
"Not yet, no." No way it could be comparable to New York, though. Nothing was. "So what're you going to do now that you're back here? Rumor has it you were one of the leather-types before Madripoor."
"Want to dance?" Jubilee asked suddenly, moving from her spot on the railing to the stairs down to the dance floor in what seemed like seconds. "Come on, the world doesn't end because the DJ dances, right?"
Mark smirked and followed her, just letting his question drop. "No, it certainly doesn't."
Jubilee stood, leaning against a steel railing as she watched the dance floor below. She took a sip from the drink in her hand, listening in to a conversation nearby. It seemed that the couple, students from what she could tell, were discussing the latest paper they'd been assigned by a seemingly horrible Professor who must surely eat babies if the two were to be believed.
She'd gotten into the habit of listening to people in Madripoor, and since she didn't have anything else to do right now, she saw nothing wrong in a little eavesdropping.
"They're always like that," Mark said, ambling up slowly behind her. A people-watcher himself, he'd been watching her watching them, and decided it was time to formally introduce himself and see what this girl's about. "They'd do just fine if they spent more time studying and less time trying to score coke in the restroom. Kids."
Jubilee smiled, gaze flicking to him for a second before going back to the figures on the dancefloor. She didn't know the moves but she figured if she watched them long enough she'd pick it up readily. You always tried to blend in with the locals when you could.
"I was usually after speed. Bathrooms are so last century though." she replied, a set of steady beats causing her foot to tap along.
"Yeah, well, bathrooms are the best you can do when the floor is guarded by psychics." Mark leaned over the railing and waved to a tall, gaunt young man standing in the corner, eyes scanning the crowd. He looked up and briefly nodded back.
Jubilee noted the man, eyebrows raised. She hadn't realised there were telepaths in the room, but then again, why would she? "Nice. Just the one?"
"Psychometrist at the front doors to check IDs, and a couple others just mingling. Also Chuck." Mark blew a kiss at a beefy man built like a brick wall. He looked up and shook his head disgustedly. "In case someone decides to get rough. He likes it. You can never be too safe when you've got a bunch of drunk mutants in an enclosed space." Many of whom with little training for their mutations.
Jubilee noted the men at the front door, but she didn't think she'd be able to spot the telepaths in the crowd, she wasn't one herself and the chances of noticing something in someone's body language without a power like Doug's took years more training then she had.
"Drunkenness and mutation never did mix terribly well." Jubilee replied, remembering her time at the mansion and a few rather memorable incidents. "This your music?"
"This particular one is DJ Empath, actually. Brilliant musician. I'm told y'all know him?" And from the rumors, Jubilee knew him better than many. Mark shrugged, as if he didn't know this particular fact.
"He always was good at the music." Jubilee replied, keeping her tone non-committal and her expression as neutral as she could manage. "I take it you two never met?"
Alison had let Jubilee know about Manuel's injury and his subsequent coma but she'd been in the middle of studying for classes she'd ultimately failed and hadn't had the energy to inquire further.
"After my time. I've only been with Snow Valley for about a year and a half, so I'm still kind of a n00b. So. Madripoor, huh?" Remy had shared with the team what he'd learned of Jubilee, but far be it from Mark to judge. Living in New York for so long, he'd seen enough people involved in various activities just to get by. He couldn't fault anyone for that.
"No act of stupidity ever goes unpunished." Jubilee replied, not completely able to disguise the bitterness that laced her words. "But it was alright, the clubs are...okay. Not as good as the New York scene, but where is? Well, maybe Brighton. Did Mandy ever tell ya she took us to the clubs there? I've never met anywhere outside the school more willin' to accept the strange and bizarre as that place.
"Not yet, no." No way it could be comparable to New York, though. Nothing was. "So what're you going to do now that you're back here? Rumor has it you were one of the leather-types before Madripoor."
"Want to dance?" Jubilee asked suddenly, moving from her spot on the railing to the stairs down to the dance floor in what seemed like seconds. "Come on, the world doesn't end because the DJ dances, right?"
Mark smirked and followed her, just letting his question drop. "No, it certainly doesn't."
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