xp_logs | Monet and Jubilee: "So... where am I?"

In which Monet proves that she has no sense of direction and is bad at mornings and Jubilee is astoundingly professional.

Monet stopped flying a hundred feet above what was probably not the Hudson River (she was sure it wasn't that wide) on the way to the new Elpis office in town. Deciding that occasionally, pride had to take a backseat to getting to work on time, she settled crosslegged in mid air and fished her phone out of her handbag, since, hey, they had that whole GPS thing going on.

Working the phone one-handed, she pulled a scarf out of her handbag and, resting the bag carefully on one knee and the phone on the other, she set about tying her hair back with the scarf. It was impossible to tell whether the phone or the bag slid off her lap first. She was only able to catch the bag.

Half an hour later, she sure it hadn't been the Hudson and was standing at a payphone in what looked like a beach town, calling for directions.

Seconds later a calm, professional voice with only a lilt of a Calfornian accent answered the phone on the other end. "Snow Valley Memorial Centre, how may we help you?"

"Jubilee, hey, mate. Look, I need a favour. Can you to give Elpis a bell for me and let them know I'm gonna be late. And uh..." Monet's voice trailed away, uncertain for once. "Do you have a refedex? I don't know where I am," she said, sounding pathetic.

"Dude," Jubilee said, dropping the professional tone now Monet had identified herself. "First, why not just call Elpis yourself? Second, what sort of cheap ass phone do you own that it doesn't have global positioning? Wait a sec, can you see a street sign at all?"

"I dropped it in the ocean a little bit? I don't have their new number anywhere and ...yeah. Hang on. I'll have a look."

"I don't think it's possible to drop anything in the ocean 'a little bit'," Jubilee noted, swinging her chair around so she could place her feet on the reception desk. Professional to a tee, that was her, totally. "I'll send them an e-mail, probably more useful then trying to call them at this point in the morning."

"Well, I'm calling it a little bit, okay? Anyway, all the signs are saying I'm on the corner of Eaton's Neck Road and Ocean Avenue but I don't know where." Monet tugged at the scarf in her hair and swore as it tore. "Dude. I just broke my hair, too. I hate mornings."

"Wait a sec..." Jubilee noted as she brought up several maps on her computer screen and tried to narrow down where Monet could possibly be. "Right, gotcha. Looks like you're in Northport on Long Island. Dude, you are out of your way. Hmm, you'll probably want to retrace your steps, unless you just want me to just give you the fastest possible route from there to here and then I can walk you down to the Elpis offices. Also, how the hell did you manage breaking your hair? I thought you were like, invunerable lass and stuff."

"Fastest route over land to your office, maybe? I think maybe I shouldn't be flying over the ocean without someone in a boat underneath me, just in case." And oh, it sucked, having to admit that. "I'll buy you some biscuits when I get there, so you don't go telling anyone about this." Monet flicked her hair out of her eyes. "I broke my hair tie. Jesus, I fucking hate mornings."

"Right, land route it is, let me bring it up and I'll talk you through it. You're going to need to start by heading to the nearest taxi and telling them to get your butt here. Like dude, we're in a city, walking is for chumps and poor people." Jubilee replied, closing off files on her computer as she leant back in her chair. "Cookies however, are totally acceptable bribe items for the sheer brilliance of my advice."

"Totally. Unfortunately, I have that whole telepath schtic going on, and calling a cab to the school is a pain. All the Westchester guys are terrified of us. Which is why I'm now in Long Island." Monet twisted around and leaned as far away from the phone as she could manage, waving at a passing taxi.

"Scared, schmared, you should totally threatened them with like a civil rights lawsuit or something when they pull that. Be all 'I can't believe you're discriminating against me on the basis of my mutancy, and you should be ashamed of yourself, you bad person you." Jubilee noted, waving at one of the others as they walked toward the exit. "Either that or do the telepathic whammy thing on them, you know, whatever works."

"I don't care that they're scared. I care that I can hear their fucking 'I'm so scared' thoughts. I can't call them on what they think, just what they say," Monet said.

"Yeah, yeah, yeah," Jubilee responded flippantly, poking at the fish game she'd been playing on Facebook. "I think you're like, waaaay too squeemish with that stuff. Just change their minds, all sorted."

"Easier said than done. I'm not Emma." The payphone made a little clicking noise and its screen blinked. "J, what does it mean when a payphone makes a clicking noise and says 'out of credit?'"

"It means you're about to be cut off, dude. Just go get a taxi and I'll see you soon."

"Huh. You think they'd warn you or something," Monet muttered. "See you soon, thanks for rescuing me." Monet hung up and walked outside and down the street, looking for a cab.