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xp_logsJubilee runs into JP in District X and commandeers him.
Jubilee figured that Jean-Paul’s obvious distraction at the street faire was reason enough to take advantage. Never let it be said that Jubilee did not take her job as random bringer of surprise seriously. She lined up her shot, and then chucked the small blueberry fruit muffin she’d been about to eat at his head, aiming for his right temple.
“Yo, Pauley!” she called out at the last minute, grinning.
Turning, Jean-Paul saw the muffin coming at his head and, reflexes kicking in, caught it before it could actually hit him. He blinked, then frowned and followed the path the muffin had taken back to the woman who'd thrown it at him. "This is becoming a bad habit," he said, looking back toward the muffin contemplatively before taking a bite off the top.
“You should pay more attention to your surroundings,” Jubilee advised, strolling over to where he stood. “Although I admit, hurling food at your head is more fun when you don’t.”
"Hm..." Jean-Paul didn't bother replying for a moment, just took another too-large bite of the muffin. A moment later and he'd finished it off entirely.
"Tasty. Merci. I had not eaten since breakfast." Then he waggled his eyebrows at her. "I will not throw your food back to you any longer."
Jubilee fished another mini-muffin from her backpack and waved it at Jean-Paul with a deep Cheshire grin, “Always be prepared, Pauley, that’s my motto…Or is that girl scouts? Anyway, I have many muffins since I stopped off at the bakery on the way down here. Seen anything you like so far?”
"Non," Jean-Paul said, shaking his head. "But the artists, they are farther down." He thought he might see if there was a painting or sketch he could take back to the mansion - or his flat here, in the city. "Why are you calling me 'Pauley?'"
“Because you are Pauley,” Jubilee noted nonchalantly, grabbing his arm and pulling him along through the crowd at a slow but determined stroll. “I totally saw something down here that is totally you, by the way.” "Totally me?" Jean-Paul's tone was, at the bare minimum, wholly sceptical. "I am not Pauley. I am Jean-Paul. There is a difference, oui?" Of course there was. But he let her drag him down the street toward whatever it was she thought he might like, hoping it wouldn't involve naked people. Somehow, that just didn't feel like something he'd enjoy. Or want to take back to his flat.
“Totally you,” Jubilee noted, grinning up at him as she pulled him behind her, turning the corner to a hat stall she’d seen. She pulled a particular hat off one of the racks and placed it lightly on his head. “See Pauley? It’s totally awesome looking, just like I thought.”
Jean-Paul turned to look at a miniature mirror hanging from one of the fixtures in the stall. He liked fedoras. But they weren't necessarily what he would consider him. Not unless he was attempting to make some sort of neo noir film, at least. Which he was not currently doing. Removing the hat, he put it on Jubilee's head and arched an eyebrow. "Non, I believe it fits you more."
Jubilee smirked at herself in the mirror for a moment, she did do fedora really, really well but there was a different hat she loved even more. “Not quite me, dude. Here, this is totally more me,” she said, pulling another hat from the rack and placing it on her head after she replaced the fedora. She loved Trilby hats, especially neon yellow plaid Trilby hats.
"That... is a very... colourful hat," Jean-Paul said, attempting to be fair, at least. He would never wear it himself, but it did look... interesting on her. There was a pink one that would match all of his older clothing, since Angelo had dyed it all neon pink and fuchsia. The thought horrified him just a little.
Jubilee saw him eyeing the hat, and picked it up before plopping it gently on his head and giving him a mischievous grin. “Dude, we would make the most awesome Halloween Bonnie & Clyde evar in these hats.”
"Oui," Jean-Paul said, eying himself in the mirror and then snorting softly. "We would need... guns and things, would we not? They had guns, this Bonnie and Clyde? They were famous for crime?"
“Fake guns are like, incredibly easy to get, especially film noir type guns. You’d have to wear suspenders though, and like, a tie,” Jubilee noted, blowing a kiss to herself as she posed before the mirror. She was totally buying this hat, and then wearing it to the office, she could imagine the look on Wanda and Amanda’s faces, it was gonna be brilliant.
"I do not know if I own suspenders," Jean-Paul said, though he was quite fond of his ties and things. And his waistcoats. "But Halloween is months away. Surely you will change your mind before then... find someone else to attend all the parties with."“We can buy you suspenders, it’ll be a mind opening experience,” Jubilee replied flippantly and then gave him a look, one eyebrow raised. “Dude, are you callin’ me easy? Cause seriously, I’m like only easy on Tuesdays, and alternating Saturdays. Rest of the time, I’m like, Fort Knox or something.”
"You see," Jean-Paul said, his tone almost philosophical, "It is the 'or something' that you say that makes me doubt your words. Either you are Fort Knox or you are not. There is not an 'or something.' Because 'or somethings' are easily broken into. With crowbars, oui? Or people who do not mind the vaults well enough and so they let the criminals in. Or people meant to guard them who willingly participate in the theft. And so the 'or something' does not make me think so well of your lack of ease."
Jubilee blinked at him for a moment, and then grinned brightly at him before taking hold of his hand again to pull him along to the shop person, “Dude, I think you just made absolutely no sense whatsoever. I’m so proud of you! Just let me pay for this and we’ll go get some coffee.”
"I made sense," Jean-Paul said, frowning a bit as Jubilee dragged him the toward salesperson. "If you did not understand, then this is your fault, not mine." Still, he stood quietly while she conducted the transaction, then led the way from the shop, her hand now safely tucked into the crook of his elbow. "Coffee?"
“Mmmm, cofffeee,” Jubilee moaned, making a rather reasonable impression of a coffee zombie if she did say so herself, and she did. “I’d say ‘drink of the Gods’ but I’ve met them and they didn’t have coffee. Which, by the way, I thought was rather unfortunate since Loki probably would’ve been a lot less cranky if he’d had coffee in the mornings.”
Snorting softly, Jean-Paul shook his head. "Bon - we will go find ourselves coffee, then." And hopefully Jubilee wouldn't try to make him buy a pink hat again. He had far too much pink clothing now, as it was.
Jubilee figured that Jean-Paul’s obvious distraction at the street faire was reason enough to take advantage. Never let it be said that Jubilee did not take her job as random bringer of surprise seriously. She lined up her shot, and then chucked the small blueberry fruit muffin she’d been about to eat at his head, aiming for his right temple.
“Yo, Pauley!” she called out at the last minute, grinning.
Turning, Jean-Paul saw the muffin coming at his head and, reflexes kicking in, caught it before it could actually hit him. He blinked, then frowned and followed the path the muffin had taken back to the woman who'd thrown it at him. "This is becoming a bad habit," he said, looking back toward the muffin contemplatively before taking a bite off the top.
“You should pay more attention to your surroundings,” Jubilee advised, strolling over to where he stood. “Although I admit, hurling food at your head is more fun when you don’t.”
"Hm..." Jean-Paul didn't bother replying for a moment, just took another too-large bite of the muffin. A moment later and he'd finished it off entirely.
"Tasty. Merci. I had not eaten since breakfast." Then he waggled his eyebrows at her. "I will not throw your food back to you any longer."
Jubilee fished another mini-muffin from her backpack and waved it at Jean-Paul with a deep Cheshire grin, “Always be prepared, Pauley, that’s my motto…Or is that girl scouts? Anyway, I have many muffins since I stopped off at the bakery on the way down here. Seen anything you like so far?”
"Non," Jean-Paul said, shaking his head. "But the artists, they are farther down." He thought he might see if there was a painting or sketch he could take back to the mansion - or his flat here, in the city. "Why are you calling me 'Pauley?'"
“Because you are Pauley,” Jubilee noted nonchalantly, grabbing his arm and pulling him along through the crowd at a slow but determined stroll. “I totally saw something down here that is totally you, by the way.” "Totally me?" Jean-Paul's tone was, at the bare minimum, wholly sceptical. "I am not Pauley. I am Jean-Paul. There is a difference, oui?" Of course there was. But he let her drag him down the street toward whatever it was she thought he might like, hoping it wouldn't involve naked people. Somehow, that just didn't feel like something he'd enjoy. Or want to take back to his flat.
“Totally you,” Jubilee noted, grinning up at him as she pulled him behind her, turning the corner to a hat stall she’d seen. She pulled a particular hat off one of the racks and placed it lightly on his head. “See Pauley? It’s totally awesome looking, just like I thought.”
Jean-Paul turned to look at a miniature mirror hanging from one of the fixtures in the stall. He liked fedoras. But they weren't necessarily what he would consider him. Not unless he was attempting to make some sort of neo noir film, at least. Which he was not currently doing. Removing the hat, he put it on Jubilee's head and arched an eyebrow. "Non, I believe it fits you more."
Jubilee smirked at herself in the mirror for a moment, she did do fedora really, really well but there was a different hat she loved even more. “Not quite me, dude. Here, this is totally more me,” she said, pulling another hat from the rack and placing it on her head after she replaced the fedora. She loved Trilby hats, especially neon yellow plaid Trilby hats.
"That... is a very... colourful hat," Jean-Paul said, attempting to be fair, at least. He would never wear it himself, but it did look... interesting on her. There was a pink one that would match all of his older clothing, since Angelo had dyed it all neon pink and fuchsia. The thought horrified him just a little.
Jubilee saw him eyeing the hat, and picked it up before plopping it gently on his head and giving him a mischievous grin. “Dude, we would make the most awesome Halloween Bonnie & Clyde evar in these hats.”
"Oui," Jean-Paul said, eying himself in the mirror and then snorting softly. "We would need... guns and things, would we not? They had guns, this Bonnie and Clyde? They were famous for crime?"
“Fake guns are like, incredibly easy to get, especially film noir type guns. You’d have to wear suspenders though, and like, a tie,” Jubilee noted, blowing a kiss to herself as she posed before the mirror. She was totally buying this hat, and then wearing it to the office, she could imagine the look on Wanda and Amanda’s faces, it was gonna be brilliant.
"I do not know if I own suspenders," Jean-Paul said, though he was quite fond of his ties and things. And his waistcoats. "But Halloween is months away. Surely you will change your mind before then... find someone else to attend all the parties with."“We can buy you suspenders, it’ll be a mind opening experience,” Jubilee replied flippantly and then gave him a look, one eyebrow raised. “Dude, are you callin’ me easy? Cause seriously, I’m like only easy on Tuesdays, and alternating Saturdays. Rest of the time, I’m like, Fort Knox or something.”
"You see," Jean-Paul said, his tone almost philosophical, "It is the 'or something' that you say that makes me doubt your words. Either you are Fort Knox or you are not. There is not an 'or something.' Because 'or somethings' are easily broken into. With crowbars, oui? Or people who do not mind the vaults well enough and so they let the criminals in. Or people meant to guard them who willingly participate in the theft. And so the 'or something' does not make me think so well of your lack of ease."
Jubilee blinked at him for a moment, and then grinned brightly at him before taking hold of his hand again to pull him along to the shop person, “Dude, I think you just made absolutely no sense whatsoever. I’m so proud of you! Just let me pay for this and we’ll go get some coffee.”
"I made sense," Jean-Paul said, frowning a bit as Jubilee dragged him the toward salesperson. "If you did not understand, then this is your fault, not mine." Still, he stood quietly while she conducted the transaction, then led the way from the shop, her hand now safely tucked into the crook of his elbow. "Coffee?"
“Mmmm, cofffeee,” Jubilee moaned, making a rather reasonable impression of a coffee zombie if she did say so herself, and she did. “I’d say ‘drink of the Gods’ but I’ve met them and they didn’t have coffee. Which, by the way, I thought was rather unfortunate since Loki probably would’ve been a lot less cranky if he’d had coffee in the mornings.”
Snorting softly, Jean-Paul shook his head. "Bon - we will go find ourselves coffee, then." And hopefully Jubilee wouldn't try to make him buy a pink hat again. He had far too much pink clothing now, as it was.
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