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Log: Marie-Ange and Jubilee
Backdated to Monday 18th March around sunset.
Marie-Ange and Jubilee go out on a job to pick up some information.
The sun had started to slowly sink in the west when a nondescript but decidedly dirty car pulled up to the side of the road and sat idling a moment, as if the occupants had decided this would be an excellent place to stop for a view of the rather large empty field beside them, or maybe for someone of a less polite nature.
"You got everything you need?" Jubilee asked from the passenger seat, watching as Marie-Ange turned off the engine - she hated having other people drive, but given she was still one handed due to injury, there wasn't much that could be done. "I figure you've got about an hour to get in and get out before someone really decides there's a problem."
"Jubilee. I -have- done this before, even if not to this level of professional sneakery." Marie-Ange said, without looking away from the unfolded tourist's map in front of her. "I have lockpicks, I have three different kinds of electronic devices designed to bypass card readers, I have one of Doug's hard-drive copiers, and I have an ear piece in case I cannot get past some sort of ridiculous security device."
"Don't get cocky," Jubilee replied, an irritated frown marring her forehead. "I'm not asking because I think you're an amateur or something. I'm asking because I don't want you to miss something you could need later."
"I am never cocky." Marie-Ange said. "And I do not miss things. Ask me pertinent questions, not questions you would ask to someone who has ever forgotten to bring something important they may need later when given time to plan. I am not Nico, or Cammie, or Ar... or a beginner. Stop acting like you are my boss, and not my colleague."
Jubilee held her hands up in the classic time out gesture and took a deep breath, going back over what she'd said as she turned her head to look at the car window, giving her some distance from her collegue, even if only imagined.
"Okay, look, I wasn't trying to be your boss," she started, holding her free hand up in a 'give me a moment to get this out' gesture. "I know, it matters what it sounds like. I'm like, sorry I sounded like I was being all 'I think you can't do this without me to hold your hand', I'm just nervous, dude. I don't like being injured, and I don't like making you go in alone; and I'd feel the same exact way even if it were Remy sitting here beside me. I trust you to do your job, I'm just not good at letting other people do what I consider my own, yeah?"
Marie-Ange leaned her head back against the uncomfortable headset of the driver's seat. "If it was Remy, you would not have asked if he had everything. You would have just fretted and picked at your sleeves. I am not sure if I like that you know I will react better than Remy would, or if I dislike that you are this keyed up at the idea of me breaking into a building."
"It feels too simple," Jubilee admitted, playing with the little fastening thing that kept her wrist brace on as she looked out the windscreen, eyes tracking into the distance before settling back to the road in front of them. "I don't like simple, it makes my face itch. Anyway, I figure you're less likely to throw me out a window if I fret at you then he is. I would also like to note here, that I didn't say you wouldn't throw me out a window, or at least try to, just that you're less likely to."
"I would never throw you out a window. I would politely request that Remy do it. Also, you are much too paranoid if you think a complicated plan is better than a simple one." Marie-Ange said. "Simple is best, complicated means things can fall apart. Too many variables, as Doug might say."
"Not complicated plan, a simple plan is fine," Jubilee protested, even as she smiled at the idea of Marie-Ange politely asking Remy to throw her out a window - she wasn't entirely sure he wouldn't do such a thing. But then she'd often thought he tended to cultivate a certain degree of respectful nervousness in her if only to keep her from getting dead by not listening to him when she needed to. She figured if it kept her alive, she didn't mind a few reminders that she couldn't fly from time to time. "It's...I can't explain it, just feel like we're gonna have some sort of curve ball thrown at us any second now. Maybe I'm just really bad at being in the passenger seat."
"I sincerely doubt we are going to be hit with a curve ball in a fashion we cannot account for." Marie-Ange said, after plucking a spread of tarot cards from her sleeve. "Considering I have you set for a disgustingly romantic encounter with Kurt in the next few days, and I generally do know when bad omens are starting to come up, I think we will be fine."
"You saw me in one of those things?" Jubilee asked in surprise, although it wasn't like it didn't make sense. "Should I dress up?"
"It is not that specific. For all I know, you could be having trapeze sex." Marie-Ange said, very dryly. "Please do not tell me if you are. It is not that you and Kurt are not attractive but I do not think of either of you that way, and also some of the ways you bend look painful and I would prefer not to try to think about it."
"It'd only be painful if you don't stretch first, and if you didn't already have extremely flexible muscles via constant practice," Jubilee noted with an entirely too innocent grin at her friend. "But I promise no details, unless you want to get that flexible, and in that case I can give you exercises to do."
"I think I can manage." Marie-Ange said with a smile. "I have heard no complaints from any of my partners, current or former. Here, I think that is the guard making the first half of his rounds." She said, pointing to the bobbing light of a torch at the distant building.
"Good, that means you've got about half an hour before he comes back around this way again, timed him last time I was here," Jubilee replied, suddenly all business now as she kept her eyes on the guard's light.
"Oh, yes, that reminds me." Marie-Ange pulled the half-bottle of wine from the duffel bag under Jubilee's feet and opened it. "If anyone asks I have gone to find a tow truck and you are -very- drunk." She reached under the steering wheel, dug around for a moment and then handed Jubilee a tiny piece of plastic and metal. "Third from the left, if you have to leave in a hurry."
"Brilliant," Jubilee noted with a grin, tucking the spark-plug into the pocket of her jeans with her good hand and then taking the bottle of wine and placing it between her legs before leaning her head back against her seat. "Good hunting, dude."
Marie-Ange and Jubilee go out on a job to pick up some information.
The sun had started to slowly sink in the west when a nondescript but decidedly dirty car pulled up to the side of the road and sat idling a moment, as if the occupants had decided this would be an excellent place to stop for a view of the rather large empty field beside them, or maybe for someone of a less polite nature.
"You got everything you need?" Jubilee asked from the passenger seat, watching as Marie-Ange turned off the engine - she hated having other people drive, but given she was still one handed due to injury, there wasn't much that could be done. "I figure you've got about an hour to get in and get out before someone really decides there's a problem."
"Jubilee. I -have- done this before, even if not to this level of professional sneakery." Marie-Ange said, without looking away from the unfolded tourist's map in front of her. "I have lockpicks, I have three different kinds of electronic devices designed to bypass card readers, I have one of Doug's hard-drive copiers, and I have an ear piece in case I cannot get past some sort of ridiculous security device."
"Don't get cocky," Jubilee replied, an irritated frown marring her forehead. "I'm not asking because I think you're an amateur or something. I'm asking because I don't want you to miss something you could need later."
"I am never cocky." Marie-Ange said. "And I do not miss things. Ask me pertinent questions, not questions you would ask to someone who has ever forgotten to bring something important they may need later when given time to plan. I am not Nico, or Cammie, or Ar... or a beginner. Stop acting like you are my boss, and not my colleague."
Jubilee held her hands up in the classic time out gesture and took a deep breath, going back over what she'd said as she turned her head to look at the car window, giving her some distance from her collegue, even if only imagined.
"Okay, look, I wasn't trying to be your boss," she started, holding her free hand up in a 'give me a moment to get this out' gesture. "I know, it matters what it sounds like. I'm like, sorry I sounded like I was being all 'I think you can't do this without me to hold your hand', I'm just nervous, dude. I don't like being injured, and I don't like making you go in alone; and I'd feel the same exact way even if it were Remy sitting here beside me. I trust you to do your job, I'm just not good at letting other people do what I consider my own, yeah?"
Marie-Ange leaned her head back against the uncomfortable headset of the driver's seat. "If it was Remy, you would not have asked if he had everything. You would have just fretted and picked at your sleeves. I am not sure if I like that you know I will react better than Remy would, or if I dislike that you are this keyed up at the idea of me breaking into a building."
"It feels too simple," Jubilee admitted, playing with the little fastening thing that kept her wrist brace on as she looked out the windscreen, eyes tracking into the distance before settling back to the road in front of them. "I don't like simple, it makes my face itch. Anyway, I figure you're less likely to throw me out a window if I fret at you then he is. I would also like to note here, that I didn't say you wouldn't throw me out a window, or at least try to, just that you're less likely to."
"I would never throw you out a window. I would politely request that Remy do it. Also, you are much too paranoid if you think a complicated plan is better than a simple one." Marie-Ange said. "Simple is best, complicated means things can fall apart. Too many variables, as Doug might say."
"Not complicated plan, a simple plan is fine," Jubilee protested, even as she smiled at the idea of Marie-Ange politely asking Remy to throw her out a window - she wasn't entirely sure he wouldn't do such a thing. But then she'd often thought he tended to cultivate a certain degree of respectful nervousness in her if only to keep her from getting dead by not listening to him when she needed to. She figured if it kept her alive, she didn't mind a few reminders that she couldn't fly from time to time. "It's...I can't explain it, just feel like we're gonna have some sort of curve ball thrown at us any second now. Maybe I'm just really bad at being in the passenger seat."
"I sincerely doubt we are going to be hit with a curve ball in a fashion we cannot account for." Marie-Ange said, after plucking a spread of tarot cards from her sleeve. "Considering I have you set for a disgustingly romantic encounter with Kurt in the next few days, and I generally do know when bad omens are starting to come up, I think we will be fine."
"You saw me in one of those things?" Jubilee asked in surprise, although it wasn't like it didn't make sense. "Should I dress up?"
"It is not that specific. For all I know, you could be having trapeze sex." Marie-Ange said, very dryly. "Please do not tell me if you are. It is not that you and Kurt are not attractive but I do not think of either of you that way, and also some of the ways you bend look painful and I would prefer not to try to think about it."
"It'd only be painful if you don't stretch first, and if you didn't already have extremely flexible muscles via constant practice," Jubilee noted with an entirely too innocent grin at her friend. "But I promise no details, unless you want to get that flexible, and in that case I can give you exercises to do."
"I think I can manage." Marie-Ange said with a smile. "I have heard no complaints from any of my partners, current or former. Here, I think that is the guard making the first half of his rounds." She said, pointing to the bobbing light of a torch at the distant building.
"Good, that means you've got about half an hour before he comes back around this way again, timed him last time I was here," Jubilee replied, suddenly all business now as she kept her eyes on the guard's light.
"Oh, yes, that reminds me." Marie-Ange pulled the half-bottle of wine from the duffel bag under Jubilee's feet and opened it. "If anyone asks I have gone to find a tow truck and you are -very- drunk." She reached under the steering wheel, dug around for a moment and then handed Jubilee a tiny piece of plastic and metal. "Third from the left, if you have to leave in a hurry."
"Brilliant," Jubilee noted with a grin, tucking the spark-plug into the pocket of her jeans with her good hand and then taking the bottle of wine and placing it between her legs before leaning her head back against her seat. "Good hunting, dude."