Marie-Ange and Jubilee, backdated

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Backdated to after Revenant. Marie-Ange and Jubilee talk over dinner. Mostly Jubilee cracks wise, and Marie-Ange is unimpressed with everything except the amount of food Jubilee can shovel into her mouth. Also, Jubilee notes her belief that Doug is sleeping with Emma.



Unpacking the food containers - many, many food containers - had taken up most of Marie-Ange's attention. She'd 'won' feed Jubilee duty for the evening, and oddly, had not complained at all. She'd only started to complain when Jubilee tried to get up to help, and even then it was more of a scolding 'if I am required to feed you, I will do all the work." sort of complaint.

Because Jubilee was underweight - still - and they'd all been taking turns making sure the petite Asian woman returned to petite and didn't stay at 'painfully skinny'.

Finally, with an overloaded plate in one hand full of every kind of Greek food Marie-Ange could think of, and a small plate with just stuffed grape leaves in the other, she flopped down on the overstuffed couch that used to live in Doug's apartment, and then handed the overloaded plate to Jubilee. "The grape leaves are mine. And I got you bakalava, but you cannot have it until you eat everything else. You need protein." She waved a hand at the kitchen, where one of her images - a large rabbit with antlers - sat guarding the rest of the food.

Jubilee rolled her eyes, but the smile she sent Marie-Ange's way was friendly as she started in on the food, mouth full within seconds and only the sound of chewing to break up the silence in the somewhat cluttered apartment.

She'd managed to fill it up with various things over the time she'd been here, Doug's old couch was just one of her additions, an old television having joined it along with a beanbag chair and a rather worn looking coffee table. It was all together some of the most mismatched decorating imaginable but it was comfortable, and it was cheap and that suited both her purposes quite nicely.

"You okay?" she asked after a time, not expecting that she would have to explain the whys of her question.

"No." It was not purposeful to lie, and besides, if she had, it would have been transparent anyway. "I am not speaking to Doug, so he is not speaking to me, and it is not at all good for either of us. But I am too angry to trust myself not to tell him things just to make him hurt." Marie-Ange picked at her stuffed grape leaves, eating the stray grains of rice that had escaped out.

Relationship stuff, the kind of thing that made Jubilee want to break out in hives considering her past successes in such. Still, she would try for Marie-Ange's sake.

"He's been keeping himself scarse, I think he's worried Remy will drop him down a convenient hole or somethin'," Jubilee noted, realising that she herself hadn't seen Doug around all that much.

"I think he is worried that I will drop him down a hole." Marie-Ange quipped back. "He has been in his server room, it is not as though it is not obvious when he is there." She shrugged and curled her feet underneath her as she ate one of the grape leaves. "Are you okay? I have not seen you this underweight since the giant ... fire machine..."

"For serious, it's been like, annoying as hell. I look like a little boy, and people keep giving me these saddened looks and pamphlet to eating disorder clinics when I go to get coffee," Jubilee noted with a sigh. "Just once I would like to have some actual boobs for longer then a month. I'm waiting for him to come apologize for being a dick, I'd dangle him off the roof but he's too fucking heavy."

That was something she could fix. And by shopping even. "You could get some of those bras that have the..." Marie-Ange gestured at her own chest, with a cupping motion. "And then at least you would fit your shirts in the front when you overuse your power?" In the meantime, they would just keep cramming food into Jubilee. And those awful protein drinks. "This is Doug. He is not going to apologize if he thought he did the right thing, and if he thought he was wrong, he would have apologized by now, fifty-seven times over."

"If this was old Doug, I'd say Emma is leading him around by the balls, but he hasn't been that guy for a long time," Jubilee noted with a sigh. "Which means he looked at it, and decided we were worth screwing over on his own merits. That's just fucking cold."

Marie-Ange raised an eyebrow. "Doug is not cheating on me." Even if they were not entirely monogamous. It was not cheating if she knew about it. "And no, I do not think he decided to screw everyone over, as you say. I just do not know what he was thinking!" Which is why she was angry. Because it was not like Doug to be the practical cold one.

That was all Marie-Ange. She was the one who came home from India and took a hot shower and went out for ice cream. Doug was the one who came home from Russia and had to deliberately do relaxing things to be able to sleep at night. So it made no sense to her.

Jubilee was silent for a moment as she chewed; filing away what Marie-Ange had told her, perhaps for use later on, but she doubted it. It wasn't the sort of information that was very useful, but it was interesting.

"Dude, number one, like, totally didn't say anything about cheating. Although, he and Emma? Wow, wasn't gonna see that one coming. If it wasn't to screw us over, then the White Court's gotta have information on something we don't. Which sorta begs the question as to why they know it, and we don't, don't it?"

"I do not understand how the Hellfire Courts operate. Emma must have had what she thought was a good reason to not warn us telepathically." That was what angered Marie-Ange the most. They had no warning! She continued to pick at her food listlessly for several minutes. "Wait, you think Doug and Emma..." Marie-Ange said, shredding a grape leaf in mid-thought. "Oh, no, I do not ... at least.. I am fairly certain they are not."

"Pity, I was gonna go all mocking on Emma for being a Cougar, although then I probably would've been a vegetable, or at least thought I was a vegetable, so like, totally good that I didn't," Jubilee noted, watching Marie-Ange pick at her food. "You'll need to talk to him eventually, sort it all out."

"No, I need to stop being angry at him so that I can focus." Marie-Ange countered. Talking was the last thing she wanted to do. Whatever Doug's reasons were, she didn't want to know them. "And for all you know Emma is a cougar, she is just not ... being... a cougar with my boyfriend."

"How you gonna stop being angry if you never talk?" Jubilee asked, raising eyebrows as she munched her way through her food, remembering to chew rather then just wolfing it down. "And I always figured Emma for wanting guys with experience, ya know? Although, suppose that doesn't rule out younger guys."

"You process anger in your way, I process it in mine." Marie-Ange said. She watched Jubilee destroy several bites of food in fascination. "Are you certain you do not have extra stomachs? That is more food than your entire torso." Maybe she could distract the other woman off the subject of Emma Frost's sexual encounters and the risk of Doug having been or being one of them.

"Dunno, maybe?" Jubilee muttered around a mouthful of food, and then swallowed, sucking on a finger before taking a deep drink. "Never asked the Doc what my insides looked like. Figure I could have anything in there. Wouldn't that be like, totally weird if I had extra organs and stuff? Maybe like, that Doctor Who guy, extra heart or something. Extra liver would be awesome!"

There were times - many, many times, that Marie-Ange wondered if Jubilee's dumb act was even more of an act than they all suspected. This was certainly one of those times. There was no way Jubilee didn't know if she had extra stomachs or not. "An extra liver would explain why you are not dead of alcohol poisoning by now." she said, dryly.

"I like to think of it as alcohol enhancement, rather then poisoning," Jubilee noted in an airy fashion. "I'm increasing my tolerance to substances that could be used against me in the future. Like, totally a legitimate use of my time and money."

"You are so full of shit." And by Jubilee's expression, Marie-Ange deduced that the other woman had actually been doing the language studies she'd claimed to, because the entire sentence had been in French, and had not been intended to be understood. "Well, you -are-." Marie-Ange said, shaking her head - and switching back to English.

"Most certainly," Jubilee noted, accent completely gone for a second, and then she raised her eyebrows at Marie-Ange. "Aren't we all? Isn't that what we do?"

Marie-Ange covered her face with one hand, trying not to laugh. "It is different when you are paid for it. Then it is being a professional spy or perhaps a con artist. When it is being full of it, it is doing it for fun. They are two different things." And if Jubilee believed that, Marie-Ange was going to try to sell her a bridge.

"Now who's full of shit?" Jubilee said with a big grin. "Besides, I'm charming in my duplicity. It's a thing, and it really annoys the shit out of people, so that's a bonus. But anyway, to be all like, serious for a second, alcohol makes it better sometimes, I don't care as much."

"Charming. Yes, you should keep telling yourself that until you believe it."