Yvette and Jubilee log

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Backdated to yesterday, early evening.



Jubilee sat down on the front porch of Xavier's, fishing in her pocket for the little rubber ring she'd taken to squeezing lately as not only practice as had been asked of her by Remy's friends, but as a rather effective stress relief system.

She'd just handed off some information to Forge, and spent some time talking to her old friends. She really should be getting back to New York soon, but she couldn't help but take a moment or two to breathe in the air and simply enjoy the peace here.

Behind her, the front door opened, but strangely there was no sound of footsteps. Yvette was near-silent in her special socks and careful movements. She started slightly at the sight of the stranger on the steps - she hadn't been expecting anyone there - and for a moment considered just going back inside. "Hey there," Jubilee said, having heard the opening of the door, and the small creaking of the wooden floorboards that bespoke of someone's weight being applied.

"H-hello." Yvette gulped a little and came forward so she could face the other girl. Oh dear, it was that girl from the journals, the one who had been saying those thoughtless things to Angelo after Kyrgyzstan. "You are one of the Snow Valley people, yes?"

"Got it in one." Jubilee noted, watching the girl as she moved around, she placed her as Yvette, from what she remembered of the journals. "You can sit, if you like. I promise I don't bite."

"You could be fooling me, from what I have been seeing on the journals," Yvette said wryly. "You are called Jubilee, yes? I am Yvette."

"Well, my bark is way worse then my bite, I promise. Least, most of the time." Jubilee noted with a wide grin. "And I am indeed Jubilee, the one and only, accept no substitutions, or imitations."

She shifted on the porch slightly to better face Yvette, leaning her back against one of the railings.

Yvette frowned a little. Jubilee's rapid-fire slang was about as difficult to understand as some of Kyle's back when she'd first arrived. "So why are you barking, then?" she asked. "Those things you were saying to Angelo... they were not nice."

"Angelo has a habit of dwelling if you let him." Jubilee noted, resting her head back. "Better he's spitting angry and yelling at me then going off somewhere quiet to brood. He and Nate have that in common, I'm thinking. Mostly though, I just like making him yell, gets all that latent aggression out of him, even if Mandy does get annoying at me about it later on."

"I suppose..." Yvette said doubtfully. She couldn't deny that it had worked, even if there'd been drinking to cope. "I do not like seeing the people upset," she confessed.

"Fact of life, kid." Jubilee noted, looking her directly in the eye. "An sometimes there ain't nothin' you can say that's gonna make that better. Got a question for you, though. Would you rather your friends coddle you, or would you rather they trust you to kick 'em in the ass if they go to far? I trust Angelo to tell me when it's enough, an to come give me a kickin' if I go over that line."

"I have had enough of the kicking in the ass from my mother, thank you," Yvette replied, almost primly. "And there is the saying, yes? Sometimes you are catching more flies with the honey than with the vinegar."

"You know, you're not the first person to tell me that." Jubilee noted, a smile quirking her lips upward. "You haven't been talking to Farouk at all lately, have you?"

"No. He makes me the little bit nervous," Yvette confessed. "Was he also saying the same? Perhaps it is something you should be thinking of, yes?" There might have been a hint of teenage smugness in her tone.

"Maybe, but then I've never really been good at following things that were good for me." Jubilee replied, grin growing wider. "And I think Farouk makes everyone nervous, he's got that used car salesmen look about him, don't he? Like he's tryin' to sell you somethin' you're not quite sure you want, and if you do end up buyin' it, it turns out to have been built in some place like Kyrgyzstan, or one of those stans and all the manuals are in some foreign language you got no idea how to read."

Despite herself, Yvette giggled. "I think it is the mustache," she confided.

"See, I'm not so bad after all, am I?" Jubilee noted, giving Yvette a speculative look. "Say, what's your favourite type of firework?"

"That is a very odd question," Yvette replied, tilting her head. "I have never thought of that before."

"Take a look." Jubilee said, holding out her hand, palm upward toward Yvette. Small sparks trailed down from her fingertips to gather together in her palm, pulsing for a moment before exploding in a miniature fireworks display. "It's what I do, you see. Well, not everything I do but it's one of the more fun applications."

"Oh!" Yvette breathed, coming a little closer, but not too close. "That is such a wonderful power!"

"Sometimes." Jubilee said, and then looked up as Amanda came through the door. "And looks like my rides' here, kid. It was good talking to you."

"It was nice to be meeting you also," Yvette replied, meaning it.