Log: Felicia and Jubilee
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xp_logsJubilee is back in town for awhile and decides to spend some quality time on Felicia's couch.
A lot of paper had been spent over the years on describing the moonlit hours between dusk and dawn. For these pages, it was thought of as a time of contemplation and peace. Jubilee would have argued had she been the type of person to ever read such books, or talk to the sort of people likely to wax poetic about moonlight on still waters.
Jubilee was a practical woman when it came down to it, and while the ghosts that often dodged her steps had quite recognisable accents, they didn’t so much haunt as give advice. It often sounded like the sort of advise that she would have given had she been on speaking terms with herself. Jubilee had been giving herself the cold shoulder for quite some time, and if she were truly honest, she couldn't see that changing any time soon.
Even so, she liked to think that had she still been talking to herself, she might have had something comforting to say. Perhaps she'd even invite herself in for tea and give herself a comforting hug before saying something profound about diverging paths on the road of life.
Jubilee figured that the whole thing was best avoided by spending as few minutes of the day alone as possible. It was that or accept the award for strangest weirdo in X-Force and frankly, she wasn't willing to take that title from the much more deserving amongst them just yet.
It was this thought that had her currently breaking into one Felicia Hardy's apartment at some insane hour of the morning. If you were going to suffer existential whatits, why not do it with friends? At least they were an outward source of calm disapproval and censure. Disapproving of yourself would only ever get you so far and most of the time it just led to people giving you weird looks as you shouted at yourself in the middle of train stations.
"Um. Hello, Jason Bourne Lite. I don't believe I ordered an internal monologue."
In a kimono and rather fluffy looking slipper socks, Felicia sat on her couch with her Macbook, facing the door. Eyebrow raised behind a pair of too twee hipster glasses, she regarded Jubilee with an unreadable expression, punctuated only by her casual bringing of a cup of tea from the side table to take a sip. "Well? The water's still hot if you want some. What the actual fuck are you doing?"
“Breaking into your place to eat all your food and sleep on your couch,” Jubilee stood from her crouch at the door and gave her a huge and yet completely fake grin. “I’m told this is the moment you find me charming if quirky in a family-friendly way and allow me to turn your life upside down, while also teaching you how to let go of whatever it is the powers that be consider the wrong thing of the moment is. Or, you know, we could just skip all that and I can drink your wine and eat your food in peace?”
"Yeah no, let's go with the skipping option." Felicia paused, internally weighing something, before shrugging minutely and returning to her laptop and what looked suspiciously like Buzzfeed. "Same rules as always, good wine is at the top of the rack, get drunk is at the bottom, do not touch the top row or I pull out a fingernail for each bottle."
She pointedly didn't look up. "There's some pastry thing left on top of the fridge from apparently coffee is not a meal grumpy man."
“So mean,” Jubilee walked over to the kitchenette that was part of Felicia’s suite and spent some time perusing the bottom of the shelf before picking up two bottles and heading to the fridge. “North’s cooking is awesome. I think he’s like getting slack on the traps he’s leaving. It’s almost like he thinks I need feeding or something.”
"Sweetie. He's basically leaving you Eggos in the forest hoping you're not dead. How long have you been gone?" Felicia watched her stare down the fridge before hopping up against the cupboards, then the small island, grabbing the Tupperware, and coming down again, wine bottles somehow still safe. "Grab me a glass, I'll toast you out before leaving you to Netflix."
“Long enough that your Eggos reference is but a dim memory in my overall consciousness of American popular television,” Jubilee moved over to the couch and somehow worked her way around so that Felicia’s legs became a base on which to rest her food. “If you leave me here I’m going to get all maudlin and drunk text Kurt and then Amanda will kill me with her brain.”
Jubilee handed Felicia the wine glass she’d snagged on the way and poured them a glass of wine each, taking a tentative sip before sighing happily at the taste. Even if it was the ‘get drunk’ stuff, there was no excuse for poor tasting wine.
"Pretty sure she'd have to have a brain for that to be a hazard, but fine. I'll wait until you pass out," Felicia replied, toasting her in gratitude and shifting her laptop to the coffee table. "Despite your subtle shade at my girl Eleven."
“Dude, no shade, Eleven was awesome,” Jubilee protested, raising her own glass in toast before tipping it back. “Mad Max is totally awesome as well though, you gotta admit. Mandy’s alright, she just gets self-righteous when it comes to her family. It’s a thing, and I kinda got used to it when we were teenagers. Totally not an excuse for her being a complete bitch to me right now, but meh. More important shit to worry about. How’s things been around here?”
Felicia paused, before obviously deciding to let it go. "Team Zoomers," she said, casually tossing Jubilee a throw blanket. What? She kept her suite chilly. "It's. Fine? I don't even know, everyone I like is mostly not dead as far as I can tell. And whatever, I just know I'm like. Queen of Fucking Petty and Family Issues and even I don't go texting someone that sort of shit. Seriously. Texting? Girl can eat a bag of dicks, fits with her self wank montage."
Jubilee couldn’t help it, she laughed as she took the throw, tucking it about her shoulders as she ate the leftovers North had left, possibly even for her if he’d thought she might stop off at Felicia’s. Jubilee wasn’t used to being defended, at least not by people who weren’t Illyana and she couldn’t say that it wasn’t comforting to think she had people in her corner, even when she’d done what she herself considered a fairly shitty thing.
“Totally team zoomers. We’re like, the bomb, obvs. Thanks, Fee. It’s like, I know I totally seem like I got all this stuff in the bag but sometimes it’s so much like, ‘why the hell am I doing this?’ Mandy and I? Looong history of fucking each other over and she’s weird about family. She had a long time when she didn’t have any, and it’s kinda made her an extra level of crazy when she thinks someone is messing with them all without reason sorta thing.”
Jubilee laughed again and shook her head, pouring herself another drink as she flapped her hand at Felicia in a ‘I’m an idiot’ gesture.
“And if it isn’t so totally fucked up that I’m defending her telling me to fuck off and not come back. Like, I’m so fucking desperate for people to be kind to me I’ll take anything, even people giving me scraps like I’m some kind of fucking mangy dog.”
Felicia allowed herself a smile, suddenly realizing she wasn't tipsy, she was just still wearing her glasses, and pushing them into her hair. "Look. Hopefully you'll forget I said this in the morning, but. The only people I've found worth knowing? Have consistently had almost zero clue what they were doing."
"Me, I'm mostly referring to me. But some other people, too, I'm sure," she continued, after a beat. "Everyone is fake it until they make it, and if they pretend otherwise they're lying. The world is pretty much terrible right now. I get the idea of siblings, whatever, but she wants to go after you for realizing you don't want to be stuck with someone you're not into for the rest of your life? Like, how is that a bad thing? Meaner you married him anyway."
“Cheers to the fucks ups, yeah?” Jubilee saluted her with her wine glass again as she took another drink. “You’re totally enabling me, you realise that yeah? Which is, if I was unclear, completely awesome. I kinda miss having enablers in my corner for a change. So, does this mean I get to be completely nosey about you and North beeteedubs? Cause I can totally be nosey in a heartbeat if it’s allowed.”
"Oh, Jesus. You and Wade. Hold on." Felicia poured herself another glass and took a healthy drink before gesturing circularly, having decided this was the less offensive of the feelings talks, between it and perhaps not hating Jubilee. "Okay. Go."
"Hah! I love that you think I'm gonna be all 'gimmie details so I can live vicariously through you.'" Jubilee took another drink herself and poked Felicia on her knee. "I mean, I'm not gonna be against deets given, yo, you guys are happy yeah? I mean, like, do I need to give North the birds and the bees talk? Cause I can totally give him the 'Don't talk to Nazi bees and watch out for evil Russian spies talk if I need to."
Felicia stared at her knee, then back up at Jubilee's face. "Uh, no. We've very effectively figured out where everything goes. I'm good. Despite having broken my no fucking coworkers rule. I never have to pretend to care, or explain why I'm always travelling, and if you ever get the chance the age experience plus Nazi hot stamina serum is A plus. Yeah. I'm good."
“Rules are like, made to be broken anyway.” Jubilee finished her glass of wine with a slightly pouty look before pouring herself another glass. She fully intended to get sloppy drunk tonight, if only to make dreamless sleep more of a possibility. “I mean, seriously don’t take any advice from me ever, I’m the worst but rules and me? Totally not friends. Like, not ever.”
"Okay every CW character ever, the rules fear you, I'm sure," Felicia shot back, her dumbed down voice cut with the way she gently held Jubilee's glass steady as she poured. "He probably already knows you're here so we're both safe from the why is there a small Asian in her underwear on your couch encounter. Do you need pjs?"
“Only if you need me to have pjs,” Jubilee took another drink of her now full wine glass and sighed happily. “I mean, if you’re expecting early morning company, I suppose I can deal with wearing clothes that have no use other than to make sure aliens don’t kidnap you in the nude, or is that assassins? Assassin Aliens? Oh! And Government agents. Those probably shouldn’t be allowed to kidnap people in the nude either.”
Felicia gave her a pained expression, rubbing her face with her now free hand. "Just. Do what you feel, but make use of the spare bedding that you already know exists and where so I don't have to figure out when to fit in someone to come in to steam clean my couch. Witnessing your bits is one thing, the lingering alcohol sweats smell is another."
Jubilee actually giggled, which given her recent experience, was a surprise to her as she'd not felt like laughing in months. "Dude, your face, best expression ever. Like, go and get the pjs, I think I can stand some old man flannel time for like, one night."
"I promise you my tiniest set. Which, considering myself, is saying something," Felicia returned, solemnly. "I admit, I may also be recently victimized, with the realization that people who are not me smell like... well. Not me. Like. Boys smell, why do they smell, it is terrible, do girls smell, I haven't had one stay long enough to notice."
"This is why you're my favourite thief who isn't me," Jubilee saluted Felicia with her glass of wine one more time before she took another long drink. "I'm pretty sure there was a nursery rhyme to explain that. Something about puppy dog tails and stinky trails? I'm pretty sure I smell like a fucking Princess, so it's all good."
A lot of paper had been spent over the years on describing the moonlit hours between dusk and dawn. For these pages, it was thought of as a time of contemplation and peace. Jubilee would have argued had she been the type of person to ever read such books, or talk to the sort of people likely to wax poetic about moonlight on still waters.
Jubilee was a practical woman when it came down to it, and while the ghosts that often dodged her steps had quite recognisable accents, they didn’t so much haunt as give advice. It often sounded like the sort of advise that she would have given had she been on speaking terms with herself. Jubilee had been giving herself the cold shoulder for quite some time, and if she were truly honest, she couldn't see that changing any time soon.
Even so, she liked to think that had she still been talking to herself, she might have had something comforting to say. Perhaps she'd even invite herself in for tea and give herself a comforting hug before saying something profound about diverging paths on the road of life.
Jubilee figured that the whole thing was best avoided by spending as few minutes of the day alone as possible. It was that or accept the award for strangest weirdo in X-Force and frankly, she wasn't willing to take that title from the much more deserving amongst them just yet.
It was this thought that had her currently breaking into one Felicia Hardy's apartment at some insane hour of the morning. If you were going to suffer existential whatits, why not do it with friends? At least they were an outward source of calm disapproval and censure. Disapproving of yourself would only ever get you so far and most of the time it just led to people giving you weird looks as you shouted at yourself in the middle of train stations.
"Um. Hello, Jason Bourne Lite. I don't believe I ordered an internal monologue."
In a kimono and rather fluffy looking slipper socks, Felicia sat on her couch with her Macbook, facing the door. Eyebrow raised behind a pair of too twee hipster glasses, she regarded Jubilee with an unreadable expression, punctuated only by her casual bringing of a cup of tea from the side table to take a sip. "Well? The water's still hot if you want some. What the actual fuck are you doing?"
“Breaking into your place to eat all your food and sleep on your couch,” Jubilee stood from her crouch at the door and gave her a huge and yet completely fake grin. “I’m told this is the moment you find me charming if quirky in a family-friendly way and allow me to turn your life upside down, while also teaching you how to let go of whatever it is the powers that be consider the wrong thing of the moment is. Or, you know, we could just skip all that and I can drink your wine and eat your food in peace?”
"Yeah no, let's go with the skipping option." Felicia paused, internally weighing something, before shrugging minutely and returning to her laptop and what looked suspiciously like Buzzfeed. "Same rules as always, good wine is at the top of the rack, get drunk is at the bottom, do not touch the top row or I pull out a fingernail for each bottle."
She pointedly didn't look up. "There's some pastry thing left on top of the fridge from apparently coffee is not a meal grumpy man."
“So mean,” Jubilee walked over to the kitchenette that was part of Felicia’s suite and spent some time perusing the bottom of the shelf before picking up two bottles and heading to the fridge. “North’s cooking is awesome. I think he’s like getting slack on the traps he’s leaving. It’s almost like he thinks I need feeding or something.”
"Sweetie. He's basically leaving you Eggos in the forest hoping you're not dead. How long have you been gone?" Felicia watched her stare down the fridge before hopping up against the cupboards, then the small island, grabbing the Tupperware, and coming down again, wine bottles somehow still safe. "Grab me a glass, I'll toast you out before leaving you to Netflix."
“Long enough that your Eggos reference is but a dim memory in my overall consciousness of American popular television,” Jubilee moved over to the couch and somehow worked her way around so that Felicia’s legs became a base on which to rest her food. “If you leave me here I’m going to get all maudlin and drunk text Kurt and then Amanda will kill me with her brain.”
Jubilee handed Felicia the wine glass she’d snagged on the way and poured them a glass of wine each, taking a tentative sip before sighing happily at the taste. Even if it was the ‘get drunk’ stuff, there was no excuse for poor tasting wine.
"Pretty sure she'd have to have a brain for that to be a hazard, but fine. I'll wait until you pass out," Felicia replied, toasting her in gratitude and shifting her laptop to the coffee table. "Despite your subtle shade at my girl Eleven."
“Dude, no shade, Eleven was awesome,” Jubilee protested, raising her own glass in toast before tipping it back. “Mad Max is totally awesome as well though, you gotta admit. Mandy’s alright, she just gets self-righteous when it comes to her family. It’s a thing, and I kinda got used to it when we were teenagers. Totally not an excuse for her being a complete bitch to me right now, but meh. More important shit to worry about. How’s things been around here?”
Felicia paused, before obviously deciding to let it go. "Team Zoomers," she said, casually tossing Jubilee a throw blanket. What? She kept her suite chilly. "It's. Fine? I don't even know, everyone I like is mostly not dead as far as I can tell. And whatever, I just know I'm like. Queen of Fucking Petty and Family Issues and even I don't go texting someone that sort of shit. Seriously. Texting? Girl can eat a bag of dicks, fits with her self wank montage."
Jubilee couldn’t help it, she laughed as she took the throw, tucking it about her shoulders as she ate the leftovers North had left, possibly even for her if he’d thought she might stop off at Felicia’s. Jubilee wasn’t used to being defended, at least not by people who weren’t Illyana and she couldn’t say that it wasn’t comforting to think she had people in her corner, even when she’d done what she herself considered a fairly shitty thing.
“Totally team zoomers. We’re like, the bomb, obvs. Thanks, Fee. It’s like, I know I totally seem like I got all this stuff in the bag but sometimes it’s so much like, ‘why the hell am I doing this?’ Mandy and I? Looong history of fucking each other over and she’s weird about family. She had a long time when she didn’t have any, and it’s kinda made her an extra level of crazy when she thinks someone is messing with them all without reason sorta thing.”
Jubilee laughed again and shook her head, pouring herself another drink as she flapped her hand at Felicia in a ‘I’m an idiot’ gesture.
“And if it isn’t so totally fucked up that I’m defending her telling me to fuck off and not come back. Like, I’m so fucking desperate for people to be kind to me I’ll take anything, even people giving me scraps like I’m some kind of fucking mangy dog.”
Felicia allowed herself a smile, suddenly realizing she wasn't tipsy, she was just still wearing her glasses, and pushing them into her hair. "Look. Hopefully you'll forget I said this in the morning, but. The only people I've found worth knowing? Have consistently had almost zero clue what they were doing."
"Me, I'm mostly referring to me. But some other people, too, I'm sure," she continued, after a beat. "Everyone is fake it until they make it, and if they pretend otherwise they're lying. The world is pretty much terrible right now. I get the idea of siblings, whatever, but she wants to go after you for realizing you don't want to be stuck with someone you're not into for the rest of your life? Like, how is that a bad thing? Meaner you married him anyway."
“Cheers to the fucks ups, yeah?” Jubilee saluted her with her wine glass again as she took another drink. “You’re totally enabling me, you realise that yeah? Which is, if I was unclear, completely awesome. I kinda miss having enablers in my corner for a change. So, does this mean I get to be completely nosey about you and North beeteedubs? Cause I can totally be nosey in a heartbeat if it’s allowed.”
"Oh, Jesus. You and Wade. Hold on." Felicia poured herself another glass and took a healthy drink before gesturing circularly, having decided this was the less offensive of the feelings talks, between it and perhaps not hating Jubilee. "Okay. Go."
"Hah! I love that you think I'm gonna be all 'gimmie details so I can live vicariously through you.'" Jubilee took another drink herself and poked Felicia on her knee. "I mean, I'm not gonna be against deets given, yo, you guys are happy yeah? I mean, like, do I need to give North the birds and the bees talk? Cause I can totally give him the 'Don't talk to Nazi bees and watch out for evil Russian spies talk if I need to."
Felicia stared at her knee, then back up at Jubilee's face. "Uh, no. We've very effectively figured out where everything goes. I'm good. Despite having broken my no fucking coworkers rule. I never have to pretend to care, or explain why I'm always travelling, and if you ever get the chance the age experience plus Nazi hot stamina serum is A plus. Yeah. I'm good."
“Rules are like, made to be broken anyway.” Jubilee finished her glass of wine with a slightly pouty look before pouring herself another glass. She fully intended to get sloppy drunk tonight, if only to make dreamless sleep more of a possibility. “I mean, seriously don’t take any advice from me ever, I’m the worst but rules and me? Totally not friends. Like, not ever.”
"Okay every CW character ever, the rules fear you, I'm sure," Felicia shot back, her dumbed down voice cut with the way she gently held Jubilee's glass steady as she poured. "He probably already knows you're here so we're both safe from the why is there a small Asian in her underwear on your couch encounter. Do you need pjs?"
“Only if you need me to have pjs,” Jubilee took another drink of her now full wine glass and sighed happily. “I mean, if you’re expecting early morning company, I suppose I can deal with wearing clothes that have no use other than to make sure aliens don’t kidnap you in the nude, or is that assassins? Assassin Aliens? Oh! And Government agents. Those probably shouldn’t be allowed to kidnap people in the nude either.”
Felicia gave her a pained expression, rubbing her face with her now free hand. "Just. Do what you feel, but make use of the spare bedding that you already know exists and where so I don't have to figure out when to fit in someone to come in to steam clean my couch. Witnessing your bits is one thing, the lingering alcohol sweats smell is another."
Jubilee actually giggled, which given her recent experience, was a surprise to her as she'd not felt like laughing in months. "Dude, your face, best expression ever. Like, go and get the pjs, I think I can stand some old man flannel time for like, one night."
"I promise you my tiniest set. Which, considering myself, is saying something," Felicia returned, solemnly. "I admit, I may also be recently victimized, with the realization that people who are not me smell like... well. Not me. Like. Boys smell, why do they smell, it is terrible, do girls smell, I haven't had one stay long enough to notice."
"This is why you're my favourite thief who isn't me," Jubilee saluted Felicia with her glass of wine one more time before she took another long drink. "I'm pretty sure there was a nursery rhyme to explain that. Something about puppy dog tails and stinky trails? I'm pretty sure I smell like a fucking Princess, so it's all good."
