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Jubilee has an important question for Marie-Ange

Seriously backdated log, so much so that I can't remember what date it should be, so just go with it as long, long ago.

Jubilee didn't have a lot of people she considered friends, at least not in the sense that other people might have them. Instead, she had people she'd grown on, like a fungus, only with more sparkles and less mildew.

Marie-Ange and Amanda happened to be two of the longest, and of the two of them, Marie-Ange was probably more likely not to freak out at the idea of being put on the spot re: responsibility for bridal showers.

Thus, she found herself at some God awful hour in the morning knocking on Marie-Ange's door after having just gotten back from an overseas trip and wanting to get things over with ASAP.

"If Amanda is awake and does not want to be, you know she is going to turn you into a frog." Marie-Ange's bedroom door opened a crack, and her voice came out muffled and uneven. "And I will demand your codename be Glitter Toad for at least a month after." A pair of the ever-present little ugly imps came to the door, one carrying a wet towel that it dumped into a pile, and the other pushing the door open.

Marie-Ange was sitting on her bed, in a exceptionally fluffy bathrobe, and combing her hair free of tangles. "I approve of your timing otherwise. I went for an early jog this morning."

Jubilee shrugged as she lent against the doorjamb, gaze taking in things that were the same, and things that had changed since she'd last been there. Considering Amanda's wards against casual petty theft, she'd not really made it much of a goal to break in here or into any of her teammates apartments save North, who appeared to take it more as casual dropping by then actual B&E.

"I need you to be my Maid of Honor," Jubilee replied, going about things as she always did when it came to personal issues, bluntly and with the delicateness of a bull in a china shop.

Marie-Ange held up a finger, and then set her hand back down as her entire face screwed up in confusion. "This is because you... want someone who told you that you would look like a small angry ferret if you got an undercut helping to pick out a dress and... " She waved a hand. "Whatever else the job requirements are. Strippers. Penis shaped pasta. Fending off ninjas."

"Yes - although, like, probably less penis shaped pasta and more ninja's knowing the other two I'm going to ask to be in the Bridal party. Think I could convince Wade to wear a kilt?" Jubilee replied with a slow grin, this was not going to be quite the possible disaster she'd been dreading. She could never tell one moment to the next whether she was on a shitlist or not when it came to other people, even people she knew liked her and she knew Marie-Ange did, even if the other woman would never entirely admit to it. "And Amanda too, possibly. Are women allowed to wear kilts? I figured she'd prefer that to a floofy dress. And like, I gotta wear red cause that's traditional but I have no idea about anything else, and I think maybe we're gonna get Hope to be the event planner but I gotta talk to Kurt about it before I say yes."

"Ninja shaped pasta." Marie-Ange offered. She stood, pulled her closet open and then took down a skirt and sweater already paired on a hanger. "If you had not said Hope for the planner I would have suggested her. She is an extremely organized young lady, and remarkably, much less uptight that I would have guessed. Now get out for half a minute so I can get dressed, and you can yell ideas at me through the door." She made a shooing motion with the hanger.

"Dude, you'd think modesty was the least of your worries after all this time," Jubilee quipped but she went outside and closed the door behind her. "I really need someone to do all the random stuff while I'm off working, Busan was almost complete disaster and leaving it all to Kurt wouldn't be fair."

"I just do not want you to see that I am not matching underwear today." Marie-Ange called back. "All those innumerable party elements is what Hope is for. You give her a lot of money, she has to do all the hard work of finding reliable bakers and florists and all of those other complicated wedding things. That is what planners are for, to take all those annoying bits and make it so you do not have to do it while hanging upside down from a parking garage sign."

"One time, and it was for the Vine. I looked totally sick too," Jubilee noted, as she pulled a piece of string from her pocket and idly started making knots in it. "You think she can handle it? I know Doug's been working with her but I don't want her having a panic attack or something cause I dumped everything in her lap."

"Unless you intend to invite one of the Guilds, then Ms. Abbott will be perfectly skilled to plan your most unusual wedding." Marie-Ange said, and then dryly added. "please don't invite the guilds. I will have the panic attack."

Jubilee grinned and shook out the string she was fiddling with before starting again.

"I thought about it, but the people who trained me don't actually exist anymore, seems like I was trained by completely different people, which was weird as hell but anyway, no guilds. Like, I'm eventually going to have to go down there in person and make an appearance, if only so I can find out who the best fences are these days. But that's like, totally for worrying about later."

Marie-Ange popped out of her bedroom door. "Plus I would murder you if you do that." She shook out her hair and then started pulling it into a bun. "Coordinate with Artie, but we need to keep our presence in New Orleans at least somewhat minimal. The universe provides in odd ways. Should we push too hard, we could find the Hanged Man again. Or worse, a reversed King of Cups, and I do not want to break the universe just because I miss him throwing you out of windows and telling Doug to stop playing video games."

"Our current batch of Frankenberry Cats are more then enough for this little black duck," Jubilee noted, making a mental note to talk to Artie about a brief trip. They could kill two birds with one stone and tread lightly as Marie-Ange had just mentioned. "And given my luck the second one is what we're more likely to get. Not for nothin' or anything; but fuck Xorn."

"I concur." There had been a number of conversations about Xorn, and the Frankenberry Cats that could be summed up in "Fuck this, fuck that, fuck those in particular.", largely these days regarding Alison Blaire and Quentin Quire. Both of which had turned out less annoying than their previous incarnations, for two very different reasons, but disturbing all the same. "Has Kurt picked a friend to stand with him? They and I should coordinate. So we do not end up at the same strip club, of course." That was actually ridiculous, Marie-Ange intended to lean on Gabriel - again - for good strip club locations.

"You know, I haven't actually asked him yet? I seriously need to sit down with him and Hope and get this planned out, stat. I mean, I doubt he'd mind if it were a long enough engagement that we got everything done but I don't, like, want him to come to his senses and decide the whole thing is too much work or something," Jubilee replied, insecurities that age and experience had yet to master peaking through for a moment before she shook her head and smiled. "And look at me, goin' all Bridezilla already, although given the possible guest list to this thing, nobody shooting anybody else during it is probably gonna be the best luck we can hope for."

"It would probably be good to find out. What if it is Amanda? I will have to take her shopping!" Marie-Ange said, mostly, but not entirely masking an excited chirp at the idea. "Or even if it is one of his brothers, I can make it an excuse to drag Amanda shopping for clothes that do not make her look like Pete Wisdom with a push-up bra."

“I’ll talk to him about it tonight,” Jubilee replied, having made an intricate knot a boy scout would have been proud of with her string. She’d been working on it lately, never knew when you’d need to know how to get out of being tied up. “Amanda still all ‘shopping sucks’, or just clothes shopping? Which reminds me I gotta see her and let her threaten me with dismemberment for marryin’ her brother, ‘specially since that makes us like, sisters, which is weird as hell.”

"pfft." Marie-Ange made a dismissive noise. "Amanda would never. She would have me stab you and leave you in a flooded dumpster with meth sprinkled on you." She slipped her feet into a pair of shoes, and then frowned and kicked them off. The shoes she really wanted were still in her office under her desk. So trainers it was. "Here, you can drive me to the office and buy me a bagel for the hard work of telling you that I am not going to give you a bag of penis shaped pasta."

“But you’d totally fake my death and send me into the assassin’s protection program, right?” Jubilee replied, only half serious. If any of her colleagues actively sort her death, it would probably mean she deserved it, or they’d all been possessed. Either way, she doubted any of them would be talking to her enough to put her into any kind of protection. She’d have to go to ground in places they wouldn’t suspect of her, not an easy prospect. “And done, mind if I take us by a new place? Kyle was telling me a new coffee shop opened up near the office and I wanted to see what it was like.”

"I would but only because I adore Kurt." Marie-Ange answered. "Perhaps you should not talk to Amanda about this though. I do not think it will be a productive conversation." She knew Amanda better than most and lived with her as well - and the witch was definitely not pleased about this particular development. "We can go to any new place, but if I cheat on our coffee girls, they will bring doom down on Doug and do we really want half our hackers to be without caffeine?"

"Like, not on your life, we've both seen Doug on coffee withdrawal, never want to see that again. Let's go to the new Tex Mex place instead."

"The one by the bookstore? Doug and Wade both have said they have good huevos rancheros." Marie-Ange replied. "Here, let me get a notebook and then we can go. I have some concerns about those new hair and nail salons in Bed-Stuy. I think the mafia may be using them to launder cash."