xp_logs | Genosha - The Unwritten Alliance: Infiltration

Jubilee and Nico make their way into Genosha as part of a Japanese tourist group. Despite Jubilee being Chinese-American.

The motel was clean, sparse and boring with generic tan carpet, generic darker tan runner, generic beige paneling, laminated signs in six languages, and a rack of brochures for every conceivable tourist spot in seventy kilometers. The group of Japanese university students chattered away as they checked in under the not-very-watchful eye of the tour guide, who was far more interested in the pachinko game on his phone than his charges. Which was exactly why this tour group had been chosen.

Jubilee rubbed the back of her neck and fluffed out her hair, giving Nico an innocent wide eyed look of wonder. "How cool is this? We're like, totally in a different country."

Nico made the eleventh effort to keep a straight face at the sight of whatever had decided to become Jubilee's hair before frowning a bit as she smiled just a tiny bit. "I thought we kinda were on another country, silly, unless we made an U turn at some point and nobody told me."

"Dude...isn't that what I just said?" Jubilee asked, giving her companion a confused look. "What do you think the room's gonna look like?"

It took a moment for Nico to realize she had been talking nonsense. She was going to need shades to ignore her friend's hair, honest. "Err yeah, right. All that radioactive orange is really affecting me, heh." Honestly, even Nico's frilly dresses had nothing on that hair. At least she had been spared of dying her own blue. "And nice, I guess? There has to be a pool."

"Hopefully not in the room," Jubilee noted with a grin, moving forward to give the person at the front desk their details and to retreive the key. "Come on, let's get up to the room and unpack."

Normally, Jubilee might have taken pity on Nico's jetlagged state and not been so utterly air-headed in her replies but they were not meant to be sounding like a pair of intelligent, well connected ladies at this particular moment in time, and this type of conversation was almost perfect for a couple of Japanese n'er-do-well college kids to be having. Never mind that she was obviously Chinese, white people almost never seemed to be able to tell the difference, and this time had been no different.

Of course, she'd have never used the term 'n'er-do-well' outside her head either, lest Marie-Ange feel the need to mock her, not that it was a particularly French word, but you could never tell what Marie-Ange would find suitable for mockitude. Jubilee figured it was better to be safe then sorry, and mostly just stuck to American wordage around the French girl, with a smattering of swearing in Asgardian or German if she was feeling particularly feisty.

Being less clever than usual was actually paying off at the moment, so Nico didn't force her witty remarks. She actually want to get a short nap and then she would snark the hell out of her current situation. "Seriously? A pool in the room would be the coolest thing ever. God knows I need a nice bath after sitting for hours."

"It would be kinda cool, just for like, swimming purposes," Jubilee noted, jingling the keys she'd just retrieved and heading toward the elevator. "But like, trying to take a bath in it? No way, dude. You'd get all groady with either chlorine or salt."

"Dude! Who said anything about bathing in a pool? Ew!" Waving a hand at Jubilee, Nico giggled a bit. "That's the less hygienic thing I've heard in a while. I'm pretty sure we will have a more than decent shower for ourselves anyway, so don't sweat it. But let us check it out now right? Knock on wood and all that jazz."

"Right," Jubilee replied, pushing the button for their floor with a slightly bemused expression. "I think we're gonna have to feed you some coffee after that shower too"

***

Jubilee put her finger to her lips as they entered the hotel room, gesturing Nico into the bathroom as she checked the main room for bugs. "So cool, looks like we don't have to share at least."

Complete silence would have been considered suspicious if the room were monitored but more inane tourist talk should be okay, she just hoped if someone was watching them, it wasn't Nico plopped on her bed, ready to ge "I'm sure Remy will sleep better at night knowing you're not out there sucking the life out of people. You know, weird as it may sound given our history at times, we don't actually like a body count on missions. It's waaaay easier when we can keep people alive, especially because we might need them later. Can't question a dead guy, yeah?"

Jubilee dumped her bag beside her own bed and crawled onto its welcoming softness, a groan escaping her as her face hit the pillow. International flights almost always sucked the life out of you in some way.

"Actually I know two ways to question a dead guy. One is short, blonde, and on the side of the world. The other one involves blood, dark magic, and the risk of a magic zombie outbreak. Movies have nothing on me." She would keep talking but a yawn cut her trail of thought. Nico started to kick her boots off her feet, refusing to sit up again and undo them properly. "But yeah, alive is good. We like keeping people alive for later use. Unless we don't. Then I could have a field day. Not tomorrow though. Passing out now."

Jubilee's snort of amusement was somewhat muffled by the pillow she was currently buried in, but she waved her hand in a 'that's cool, now go to sleep' manner, not to be confused with the 'help, help, this pillow is alive and eating my face' hand wave but she figured Nico would be well versed in random hand gestures of tiredness. In any case, her eyes were closed, there was a soft pillow to snuggle and they had to be awake in four hours to go talk to arseholes who'd drunk too much.